THE JOURNEY
Life has always been good with laughs
May be with a little flaws
Cherish the journey they say
But end is what stays all the way
Let's talk about school
Have to do the best, the major rule
Extra curricular is what I excel
Exams and marks not so well
Let's talk about friends
Different cities and it all ends
Best friend's forever?
You need them. Did they even call? No never.
Let's talk about relationships
Laughing out loud for everyone flips
Chase the memories they say
In the heart, bitter end is what stays.
#review #feedback
Life has always been good with laughs
May be with a little flaws
Cherish the journey they say
But end is what stays all the way
Let's talk about school
Have to do the best, the major rule
Extra curricular is what I excel
Exams and marks not so well
Let's talk about friends
Different cities and it all ends
Best friend's forever?
You need them. Did they even call? No never.
Let's talk about relationships
Laughing out loud for everyone flips
Chase the memories they say
In the heart, bitter end is what stays.
#review #feedback
Morning melancholic thoughts
In my wake, I sense the undeniable heat fuming under my nose which only added to the unquenchable thirst of mine, reappraising the song of hunger. The realm of reality struck me like a sharp bullet from the dark once again. I chose to wither, daunted by what I cannot control, haunting my dreams with success. An escape was all I craved as I retreat to my bed with regrets refreshing my memory each moment. They remind me of my actions which couldn't reach the expectations while I was struggling to find peace with my mind. I'm burning yet, I yearn for a scorching sun like a sadistic tune in a funeral. Within me once sprouted fruits of hope for a brighter tomorrow which relentlessly fought and lost the battle in vain. I lay bare, collecting myself in pieces, helplessly waiting for another sharp bullet to pierce. In solidarity with despair which I slave for, never cease to push me towards the edge of my sanity. I thread the lines of fire, only faith keeps me breathing, which has shown itself to disappear at times.I carry a prayer on my broken wings, that this fate never be repeated for any other.
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In my wake, I sense the undeniable heat fuming under my nose which only added to the unquenchable thirst of mine, reappraising the song of hunger. The realm of reality struck me like a sharp bullet from the dark once again. I chose to wither, daunted by what I cannot control, haunting my dreams with success. An escape was all I craved as I retreat to my bed with regrets refreshing my memory each moment. They remind me of my actions which couldn't reach the expectations while I was struggling to find peace with my mind. I'm burning yet, I yearn for a scorching sun like a sadistic tune in a funeral. Within me once sprouted fruits of hope for a brighter tomorrow which relentlessly fought and lost the battle in vain. I lay bare, collecting myself in pieces, helplessly waiting for another sharp bullet to pierce. In solidarity with despair which I slave for, never cease to push me towards the edge of my sanity. I thread the lines of fire, only faith keeps me breathing, which has shown itself to disappear at times.I carry a prayer on my broken wings, that this fate never be repeated for any other.
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11:11 WISH
11:11 is the time of
mixed feelings.
It's the time when
most of us are sad
yet, hopeful.
Hopeful,
to make a wish.
A wish, we know
might not be fulfilled,
yet we hope
for our dreams to build.
When the clocks tick 11:11,
everything stops.
In that one minute,
we go through deep thoughts.
We walk down our
memory lane,
we plan an ideal future
in our brain.
We close our eyes
for a second or two
and see our lives
flashing through.
Few wish for love,
few for money.
Few only wish for
peace and harmony.
It's a moment
so special,
for each of us
it has become crucial.
A wish that is
made at 11:11
is the one
fulfilled by the heaven.
It's time to let
the goodness unfold,
let us make a wish
for a better world.
#everyone
#review
#poem
#AS
11:11 is the time of
mixed feelings.
It's the time when
most of us are sad
yet, hopeful.
Hopeful,
to make a wish.
A wish, we know
might not be fulfilled,
yet we hope
for our dreams to build.
When the clocks tick 11:11,
everything stops.
In that one minute,
we go through deep thoughts.
We walk down our
memory lane,
we plan an ideal future
in our brain.
We close our eyes
for a second or two
and see our lives
flashing through.
Few wish for love,
few for money.
Few only wish for
peace and harmony.
It's a moment
so special,
for each of us
it has become crucial.
A wish that is
made at 11:11
is the one
fulfilled by the heaven.
It's time to let
the goodness unfold,
let us make a wish
for a better world.
#everyone
#review
#poem
#AS
👍1
Missing thought.
Now, we often don't talk...
I remember those days when everyday my morning was good with your good morning message, night rested in peace with your shab bhakair text.. last and first thing of my day was your text notification. Our unnecessary dialogue, squabbling on trivial things, late replies and then small cute fights followed by truce of saying hundred times sorry or decide any punishment or if any good thing happens reward was chocolates...
There are millions of things if I recall those moments a series of books can be written but that's not important. The important thing is that you and I both were together in those moments.
well we often don't talk ..but this silence is overwhelming.
#review, #Do_you_guys_have_such_experience?
Now, we often don't talk...
I remember those days when everyday my morning was good with your good morning message, night rested in peace with your shab bhakair text.. last and first thing of my day was your text notification. Our unnecessary dialogue, squabbling on trivial things, late replies and then small cute fights followed by truce of saying hundred times sorry or decide any punishment or if any good thing happens reward was chocolates...
There are millions of things if I recall those moments a series of books can be written but that's not important. The important thing is that you and I both were together in those moments.
well we often don't talk ..but this silence is overwhelming.
#review, #Do_you_guys_have_such_experience?
#kr
#shortstory
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#everyone
The Price Is Paid
2
Structures in Forkale were known for being two stories or less and were mostly made of red clay blocks. The tallest stood five stories high and was a well-known marketplace of the town—Grandtower Superstore. Cobblestones decorated the sidewalks, and trees were in numbers.
Winter in Forkale brought grumpiness upon everybody each year, even harsher this year. The trees were naked, leafless and showing off their intricate branches. From the rooftop of Grandtower, the Woods was packed with hundreds and thousands of those trees. Dead leaves covered the ground; nests housed no birds.
At nights, the winds got angrier, swifter, and harder, and whipped anything along their path, but Saron's face was already full of complaints from what the day had to offer. Even in summer, when the sun lay its cheerful rays on the green trees, Saron had the same, ugly frown, unless her sweetheart was around.
The fireplace crackled with blazing logs as Saron, wearing a blanket, was seated on a cushioned armchair. She put two palms facing the fire, rubbed them together, and warmly exhaled on the rubbing to provide more heat. Their kitchen was part of the living room due to low budget—and also due to Saron's joblessness—and Koron watched her struggling to be warm, while pouring a mug of steaming milk.
She felt his caring eyes on her. He was probably thinking about giving her warmth and a good loving to help her sleep. Perhaps to tender her firmly and tell her that he was there for her. Gazing at the waving flames, she thinks what would become of him, if he knew what her miserable life forced in her realm of imagination. What if she told him what roamed through her mind, while he thrived at the garage to make their living?
Forkale was no place for women who couldn't bear children. Having no job was also ill-mannered around here, but if she had a job, it would be impossible to tell her new colleagues that she had been married for five years and all she could give her husband was delightful sounds in bed. Her father had become a drunkard for having a daughter, his only child, so worthless. Her mother suffered his alcoholic rage every night, and who knew what he had done to her so far?
Koron's workmates despised his wife and were plain about it. She had overheard their wives' conversation at a grocery store: "My husband calls her a lazy bastard who's good for nothing, and you can see why, don't you?" "Sure. That poor man ought to kick her out and bring himself a blessed one. She is cursed."
When they conversed, they had known she was shopping behind them on the same aisle, but why they didn't hold back was fathomable. A woman like her had not a place in this world. She knew her worth and never told it to Koron. It would break his heart.
Saron pulled her hair out until her fists were full of it, when the house was empty, Koron at the garage. She broke a glass on the floor and walked on the shards—Koron wouldn't see the wounds there. Her teeth gritted and her jaws shivered to the absurdly deserving agony. Why? Her mind was toxic and drove her to madness. The town folk fathomed her more than she did herself. "She is cursed." ...
Koron brought the mug of milk and handed it to her, intervening her rushing mind. She unplugged her stare at the fireplace, as if waking up just now, and paid a small smile for the mug of milk. Dragging another armchair, he took a seat beside her.
Her mind shouldered too much everyday, and she couldn't take it anymore; she had decided to spill the beans tonight.
"Are you getting warmer?" he said.
"Yes, love. Thank you." She squirmed in her seat.
"Hey," he took her hand. "Are you okay?"
Her eyes slowly moved upward and met his. "I'm tired of this."
"What do you mean?" His smile was fading in bewilderment.
She shrugged. "My life." Life hurts so much that I want to hurt myself, she wanted to say. "I'm tired of it."
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The Price Is Paid
2
Structures in Forkale were known for being two stories or less and were mostly made of red clay blocks. The tallest stood five stories high and was a well-known marketplace of the town—Grandtower Superstore. Cobblestones decorated the sidewalks, and trees were in numbers.
Winter in Forkale brought grumpiness upon everybody each year, even harsher this year. The trees were naked, leafless and showing off their intricate branches. From the rooftop of Grandtower, the Woods was packed with hundreds and thousands of those trees. Dead leaves covered the ground; nests housed no birds.
At nights, the winds got angrier, swifter, and harder, and whipped anything along their path, but Saron's face was already full of complaints from what the day had to offer. Even in summer, when the sun lay its cheerful rays on the green trees, Saron had the same, ugly frown, unless her sweetheart was around.
The fireplace crackled with blazing logs as Saron, wearing a blanket, was seated on a cushioned armchair. She put two palms facing the fire, rubbed them together, and warmly exhaled on the rubbing to provide more heat. Their kitchen was part of the living room due to low budget—and also due to Saron's joblessness—and Koron watched her struggling to be warm, while pouring a mug of steaming milk.
She felt his caring eyes on her. He was probably thinking about giving her warmth and a good loving to help her sleep. Perhaps to tender her firmly and tell her that he was there for her. Gazing at the waving flames, she thinks what would become of him, if he knew what her miserable life forced in her realm of imagination. What if she told him what roamed through her mind, while he thrived at the garage to make their living?
Forkale was no place for women who couldn't bear children. Having no job was also ill-mannered around here, but if she had a job, it would be impossible to tell her new colleagues that she had been married for five years and all she could give her husband was delightful sounds in bed. Her father had become a drunkard for having a daughter, his only child, so worthless. Her mother suffered his alcoholic rage every night, and who knew what he had done to her so far?
Koron's workmates despised his wife and were plain about it. She had overheard their wives' conversation at a grocery store: "My husband calls her a lazy bastard who's good for nothing, and you can see why, don't you?" "Sure. That poor man ought to kick her out and bring himself a blessed one. She is cursed."
When they conversed, they had known she was shopping behind them on the same aisle, but why they didn't hold back was fathomable. A woman like her had not a place in this world. She knew her worth and never told it to Koron. It would break his heart.
Saron pulled her hair out until her fists were full of it, when the house was empty, Koron at the garage. She broke a glass on the floor and walked on the shards—Koron wouldn't see the wounds there. Her teeth gritted and her jaws shivered to the absurdly deserving agony. Why? Her mind was toxic and drove her to madness. The town folk fathomed her more than she did herself. "She is cursed." ...
Koron brought the mug of milk and handed it to her, intervening her rushing mind. She unplugged her stare at the fireplace, as if waking up just now, and paid a small smile for the mug of milk. Dragging another armchair, he took a seat beside her.
Her mind shouldered too much everyday, and she couldn't take it anymore; she had decided to spill the beans tonight.
"Are you getting warmer?" he said.
"Yes, love. Thank you." She squirmed in her seat.
"Hey," he took her hand. "Are you okay?"
Her eyes slowly moved upward and met his. "I'm tired of this."
"What do you mean?" His smile was fading in bewilderment.
She shrugged. "My life." Life hurts so much that I want to hurt myself, she wanted to say. "I'm tired of it."
Part 1 -
*The Bucket List*
They sat facing the doctor, who was about to give a heartbreaking news and they knew it. They clasped each other's hand with eyes that said they aren't ready to face the reality yet. Nevaeh had her eyes moist as if she'd burst out exactly when the doctor would start speaking, while Christen sat still, gathering the courage to bear the upcoming pain. They had accepted their fate long ago, and at this moment the only thing that was running in their head was, "I should be the first".
Three of them sat in silence; the silence felt better at that moment. Even the atmosphere gave Nevaeh and Christen the chills. Not that it was any different from other hospital chambers but the fact that it was now the court which will announce their fate added horror to their hearts. Nevaeh could smell the common hospital odour which felt like poison now. It seemed it would kill her way before her illness would. But Christen sat there, refusing to show the fear on her face while she stared at the horrified doctor.
"Sometimes being a doctor isn't the best thing, you know. You have the regret of not being able to save someone during a surgery, you have to gather the courage to speak to their family, the courage to break a sad news to a patient, the inability to help someone, these are the toughest job for me, tougher than critical surgeries", Dr. Miller breaks the silence, sighs and continues," I wish I could help, I wish I held that power, but this is what it is." He stops there; the girls could see how tough it was for him to say the truth. They knew he still wished he could do some miraculously amazing thing to turn around the news.
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*The Bucket List*
They sat facing the doctor, who was about to give a heartbreaking news and they knew it. They clasped each other's hand with eyes that said they aren't ready to face the reality yet. Nevaeh had her eyes moist as if she'd burst out exactly when the doctor would start speaking, while Christen sat still, gathering the courage to bear the upcoming pain. They had accepted their fate long ago, and at this moment the only thing that was running in their head was, "I should be the first".
Three of them sat in silence; the silence felt better at that moment. Even the atmosphere gave Nevaeh and Christen the chills. Not that it was any different from other hospital chambers but the fact that it was now the court which will announce their fate added horror to their hearts. Nevaeh could smell the common hospital odour which felt like poison now. It seemed it would kill her way before her illness would. But Christen sat there, refusing to show the fear on her face while she stared at the horrified doctor.
"Sometimes being a doctor isn't the best thing, you know. You have the regret of not being able to save someone during a surgery, you have to gather the courage to speak to their family, the courage to break a sad news to a patient, the inability to help someone, these are the toughest job for me, tougher than critical surgeries", Dr. Miller breaks the silence, sighs and continues," I wish I could help, I wish I held that power, but this is what it is." He stops there; the girls could see how tough it was for him to say the truth. They knew he still wished he could do some miraculously amazing thing to turn around the news.
#review #TheTangledWords #everyone #novella
Life can be Easier Oh dear Why do we have to fight Let’s just be clear It’s just fear There’s nothing wrong or right
Sometimes we make mistakes Whatever it takes We can still be cherries and cakes Listen to me my cherry Let’s not hurry For now let me be sorry
Just don’t conclude Maybe I was rude We misunderstood All I want is one chance Together we dance I will give my best as best I could
Because we are family
#everyone
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#S~
Sometimes we make mistakes Whatever it takes We can still be cherries and cakes Listen to me my cherry Let’s not hurry For now let me be sorry
Just don’t conclude Maybe I was rude We misunderstood All I want is one chance Together we dance I will give my best as best I could
Because we are family
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#S~
#poem
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#Aarushi
The spirit of humanity
I was roaming in the holy forest,
when I saw a bright light,
and in the middle of nowhere,
I shivered with fright.
It was almost midnight,
when the light neared me,
it became so bright,
making it impossible to see.
Then I saw the light,
taking a manly form,
I asked him who he was,
and where was he from.
He said that he was,
the spirit of humanity,
and he has descended on Earth,
because humans are losing their sincerity.
He told me that he had travelled places,
in search of humanity,
but all he came across was,
hurt, mishaps and vanity.
The way we humans,
hurt each other without a reason,
has made him question,
his own once lovely creation.
The way we care only about ourselves,
and have became self conceited,
makes the spirit of humanity,
feel hopeless and defeated.
The way we pull others down,
instead of pushing our levels,
has made devoted, original humans,
sound more like something virtual.
The way the feelings of others,
we refuse to understand,
makes the spirit of humanity doubt,
his own ideas and wand.
The way without knowing her pain,
we are continuously hurting mother Earth,
makes the spirit of humanity,
burst with wrath.
The way we do not respect,
a person’s individuality,
makes the spirit of humanity,
feel ashamed and guilty.
The way we use the trust of others
for our own benefit,
makes the spirit of humanity want to throw,
all humans in a pit.
The way we do not respect moral values,
and do not respect dignity of others,
makes the spirit of humanity feel,
as lame and ineffective as a feather.
The way we wage wars,
and create unnecessary violence,
makes the spirit of humanity,
weep in silence.
The way we are colouring,
mother Earth with blood's red,
makes the spirit of humanity,
fill with obvious dread.
The way we are staining,
our pure soul with corruption,
makes the spirit of humanity exclaim,
“we are nearing a destruction.”
The way we care about ourselves,
and not our nation first,
makes the spirit of humanity feel,
humanity can’t get any more worst.
The way we divide ourselves on the basis of,
religion, nationality, race and what not,
makes the spirit of humanity feel,
whether the common religion humanity exists or not.
The way we judge people,
on the basis of their appearance,
makes the spirit of humanity doubt,
whether a beautiful heart ever gets due importance.
The way we do not help people,
give a helping hand to those in need,
makes the spirit of humanity think,
such humans are useless indeed.
Some people are so driven by greed,
that they have crossed the limits of insanity,
so the spirit of humanity feels,
useless is this race of humans without humanity.
Next what he said,
made my soul shiver with fear,
that a very few successors,
of humanity are now left here.
He disappeared after giving me,
a magical holy flower,
on it these words were scribbled,
“save humanity, it is the biggest power.”
#review
#Aarushi
The spirit of humanity
I was roaming in the holy forest,
when I saw a bright light,
and in the middle of nowhere,
I shivered with fright.
It was almost midnight,
when the light neared me,
it became so bright,
making it impossible to see.
Then I saw the light,
taking a manly form,
I asked him who he was,
and where was he from.
He said that he was,
the spirit of humanity,
and he has descended on Earth,
because humans are losing their sincerity.
He told me that he had travelled places,
in search of humanity,
but all he came across was,
hurt, mishaps and vanity.
The way we humans,
hurt each other without a reason,
has made him question,
his own once lovely creation.
The way we care only about ourselves,
and have became self conceited,
makes the spirit of humanity,
feel hopeless and defeated.
The way we pull others down,
instead of pushing our levels,
has made devoted, original humans,
sound more like something virtual.
The way the feelings of others,
we refuse to understand,
makes the spirit of humanity doubt,
his own ideas and wand.
The way without knowing her pain,
we are continuously hurting mother Earth,
makes the spirit of humanity,
burst with wrath.
The way we do not respect,
a person’s individuality,
makes the spirit of humanity,
feel ashamed and guilty.
The way we use the trust of others
for our own benefit,
makes the spirit of humanity want to throw,
all humans in a pit.
The way we do not respect moral values,
and do not respect dignity of others,
makes the spirit of humanity feel,
as lame and ineffective as a feather.
The way we wage wars,
and create unnecessary violence,
makes the spirit of humanity,
weep in silence.
The way we are colouring,
mother Earth with blood's red,
makes the spirit of humanity,
fill with obvious dread.
The way we are staining,
our pure soul with corruption,
makes the spirit of humanity exclaim,
“we are nearing a destruction.”
The way we care about ourselves,
and not our nation first,
makes the spirit of humanity feel,
humanity can’t get any more worst.
The way we divide ourselves on the basis of,
religion, nationality, race and what not,
makes the spirit of humanity feel,
whether the common religion humanity exists or not.
The way we judge people,
on the basis of their appearance,
makes the spirit of humanity doubt,
whether a beautiful heart ever gets due importance.
The way we do not help people,
give a helping hand to those in need,
makes the spirit of humanity think,
such humans are useless indeed.
Some people are so driven by greed,
that they have crossed the limits of insanity,
so the spirit of humanity feels,
useless is this race of humans without humanity.
Next what he said,
made my soul shiver with fear,
that a very few successors,
of humanity are now left here.
He disappeared after giving me,
a magical holy flower,
on it these words were scribbled,
“save humanity, it is the biggest power.”
I tripped down running the escape, to escape my shadow timid and scared.
Pacing the run, toppled in ditch brimmed with wobbly dirt splashed all over my body.
Shivery rusty legs struggling the quagmire strived harder,
Tumbling and crumbling, yearning hands crawled towards the outside, towards the edge, towards the escape.
Eyes dropped deep in terror sobbing and weeping all its way long now broke into fall of tears, fall of rackings, fall of sufferings.
The escape, the flee now seems defeated, cheated, mistreated...
Loosing all its hope my weary soul sat down the shore,
Lucid warm air passing by the coast whispered sweet melodies into my eardrums,
Fuzzy, swift tides brought back the to hope to rise,
Horizon dancing in shades sprayed glitters of bliss, glitters of faith
Gathering all my shattered self I moved towards the light, towards the life,
With my shadow besides me standing bold and bright.
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#poem
Pacing the run, toppled in ditch brimmed with wobbly dirt splashed all over my body.
Shivery rusty legs struggling the quagmire strived harder,
Tumbling and crumbling, yearning hands crawled towards the outside, towards the edge, towards the escape.
Eyes dropped deep in terror sobbing and weeping all its way long now broke into fall of tears, fall of rackings, fall of sufferings.
The escape, the flee now seems defeated, cheated, mistreated...
Loosing all its hope my weary soul sat down the shore,
Lucid warm air passing by the coast whispered sweet melodies into my eardrums,
Fuzzy, swift tides brought back the to hope to rise,
Horizon dancing in shades sprayed glitters of bliss, glitters of faith
Gathering all my shattered self I moved towards the light, towards the life,
With my shadow besides me standing bold and bright.
#everyone
#review
#poem
I was wondering there
While observing the sky so bare...
So many voices talking everywhere
But still my soul was a broken mirror.
There i saw a caterpillar, going into a transition, so beautiful yet so rare...
It was death, meeting the birth
It was exchange between two souls enough fair..
There I got my point, death is 'inevitable'
Death was a truth, I kept ignoring forever...
But today was the day,
The happenings knocked my door
And the death made a declare.
Moment by moment, every passing second
I was nearing the death, as it was my only fate.
Today, I felt it in my nerves.
May be, a little late and drunk.
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#poem
While observing the sky so bare...
So many voices talking everywhere
But still my soul was a broken mirror.
There i saw a caterpillar, going into a transition, so beautiful yet so rare...
It was death, meeting the birth
It was exchange between two souls enough fair..
There I got my point, death is 'inevitable'
Death was a truth, I kept ignoring forever...
But today was the day,
The happenings knocked my door
And the death made a declare.
Moment by moment, every passing second
I was nearing the death, as it was my only fate.
Today, I felt it in my nerves.
May be, a little late and drunk.
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#poem
Time Flies.
As the little girl I was, learning to be proud and strong,
Growing up to be a perfect someone who does no wrong,
Head filled with sad songs, not knowing where do I belong,
False hopes and dreams of the future bottled me up all night long.
Time flowed like stars, feet soon decorated with scars,
A heartfelt confidence, an unlimited freedom on oneself,
I used to be a child of high expectations on myself,
Now everything has changed before I even knew,
As staring back at the mirror and questioned, "Who are you?"
Hours turned to years have passed and it was a mess,
An endless of greed and ambition increased to impress,
And the friends I had drifted apart one by one,
Lonely without the loved ones, ecstasy was close to none,
I closed my teary eyes to the present that couldn't be altered,
But that was alright, just live life to the fullest, and that was all ever mattered.
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As the little girl I was, learning to be proud and strong,
Growing up to be a perfect someone who does no wrong,
Head filled with sad songs, not knowing where do I belong,
False hopes and dreams of the future bottled me up all night long.
Time flowed like stars, feet soon decorated with scars,
A heartfelt confidence, an unlimited freedom on oneself,
I used to be a child of high expectations on myself,
Now everything has changed before I even knew,
As staring back at the mirror and questioned, "Who are you?"
Hours turned to years have passed and it was a mess,
An endless of greed and ambition increased to impress,
And the friends I had drifted apart one by one,
Lonely without the loved ones, ecstasy was close to none,
I closed my teary eyes to the present that couldn't be altered,
But that was alright, just live life to the fullest, and that was all ever mattered.
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I realize I am not tangible!
My smile is mythical,
My prosperity is non-existent,
Exhibiting everyone I am fine,
It's s a tremendous yarn!
Have you ever feel deserted?
I realized I am alone,
I sense down and hopeless,
I think I am pathetic,
I grope I am frivolity,
I perceive I am a junk of eternity,
I darted myself into the reflector,
I realised how phoney life I am dwelling,
Folks endless referee us how you look,
Folks continual call you,
Awful, lard, dark-skinned, tall.
It's awfully susceptible to outrage anyone,
But I discovered to tolerate them to assert anything,
I determined to adore myself,
I admire how my Creator made me,
You might realize solitary periodically,
But it's a fable!
There are people who overlook for you,
It can be your parents, true pals,
Even an outsider can discern your sentiments,
People will support you when you consent them,
Our carcass is our pellet,
Our spirit is like a bubble,
Our soul is true,
Our spirit can drift elevated in the atmosphere,
Only If you recognize yourself,
Only If you cherish yourself,
Only If you dwell for yourself,
You can surge yourself like a bubble in the aura,
You can clench accomplishment and pleasure in vitality,
You can gleam by rendering your fantasies true,
Permit yourself to dwell a life without remorse,
One day you will perish without any grief,
One day you will be a star in the sky.
-Aira
#review #poetry #ae
My smile is mythical,
My prosperity is non-existent,
Exhibiting everyone I am fine,
It's s a tremendous yarn!
Have you ever feel deserted?
I realized I am alone,
I sense down and hopeless,
I think I am pathetic,
I grope I am frivolity,
I perceive I am a junk of eternity,
I darted myself into the reflector,
I realised how phoney life I am dwelling,
Folks endless referee us how you look,
Folks continual call you,
Awful, lard, dark-skinned, tall.
It's awfully susceptible to outrage anyone,
But I discovered to tolerate them to assert anything,
I determined to adore myself,
I admire how my Creator made me,
You might realize solitary periodically,
But it's a fable!
There are people who overlook for you,
It can be your parents, true pals,
Even an outsider can discern your sentiments,
People will support you when you consent them,
Our carcass is our pellet,
Our spirit is like a bubble,
Our soul is true,
Our spirit can drift elevated in the atmosphere,
Only If you recognize yourself,
Only If you cherish yourself,
Only If you dwell for yourself,
You can surge yourself like a bubble in the aura,
You can clench accomplishment and pleasure in vitality,
You can gleam by rendering your fantasies true,
Permit yourself to dwell a life without remorse,
One day you will perish without any grief,
One day you will be a star in the sky.
-Aira
#review #poetry #ae
I realized I am not tangible!
My smile is mythical,
My prosperity is non-existent,
Exhibiting everyone I am fine,
It's s a tremendous yarn!
Have you ever feel deserted?
I realized I am alone,
I sense down and hopeless,
I think I am pathetic,
I grope I am frivolity,
I perceive I am a junk of eternity,
I darted myself into the reflector,
I realised how phoney life I am dwelling,
Folks endless referee us how you look,
Folks continual call you,
Awful, lard, dark-skinned, tall.
It's awfully susceptible to outrage anyone,
But I discovered to tolerate them to assert anything,
I determined to adore myself,
I admire how my Creator made me,
You might realize solitary periodically,
But it's a fable!
There are people who overlook for you,
It can be your parents, true pals,
Even an outsider can discern your sentiments,
People will support you when you consent them,
Our carcass is our pellet,
Our spirit is like a bubble,
Our soul is true,
Our spirit can drift elevated in the atmosphere,
Only If you recognize yourself,
Only If you cherish yourself,
Only If you dwell for yourself,
You can surge yourself like a bubble in the aura,
You can clench accomplishment and pleasure in vitality,
You can gleam by rendering your fantasies true,
Permit yourself to dwell a life without remorse,
One day you will perish without any grief,
One day you will be a star in the sky.
-Aira
#review #poetry #ae
My smile is mythical,
My prosperity is non-existent,
Exhibiting everyone I am fine,
It's s a tremendous yarn!
Have you ever feel deserted?
I realized I am alone,
I sense down and hopeless,
I think I am pathetic,
I grope I am frivolity,
I perceive I am a junk of eternity,
I darted myself into the reflector,
I realised how phoney life I am dwelling,
Folks endless referee us how you look,
Folks continual call you,
Awful, lard, dark-skinned, tall.
It's awfully susceptible to outrage anyone,
But I discovered to tolerate them to assert anything,
I determined to adore myself,
I admire how my Creator made me,
You might realize solitary periodically,
But it's a fable!
There are people who overlook for you,
It can be your parents, true pals,
Even an outsider can discern your sentiments,
People will support you when you consent them,
Our carcass is our pellet,
Our spirit is like a bubble,
Our soul is true,
Our spirit can drift elevated in the atmosphere,
Only If you recognize yourself,
Only If you cherish yourself,
Only If you dwell for yourself,
You can surge yourself like a bubble in the aura,
You can clench accomplishment and pleasure in vitality,
You can gleam by rendering your fantasies true,
Permit yourself to dwell a life without remorse,
One day you will perish without any grief,
One day you will be a star in the sky.
-Aira
#review #poetry #ae
Part 1
Aarav a young teenager studying in high school, shy , slim, tall, shabby, ignorant, a guy with lots of pateince, and great critical thinking skills living in a modernising village. He always dreamt to become a detective like his father, but was left alone after his father abandoned him after his mother died and he resided with his grand parents in the village.
He had a habit to stroll on streets of the highway particularly at night , on a two sided road which would be deserted and dark except from the lights sparkling from the hotels advertising board.
Aarav walked at night all alone on the other side ogf the road, looking at the beauty of clean and clear sky the shining stars and thinking about his lonliness. On the other side of the road was a accommodation hotel, the only one in the village. The Nocount station was 35 km away from the village, the only way to get in the village as it was covered and protected by the big mountains on the three sides of the road.
Aarav walking on the deserted road was lost in the silence of the moment. And suddenly he was suprised by the sudden thud noise and the shout of a man. As he looked towards the other side, he saw the car halt and the driver come out to check the man who was covered in a pool of blood. He rushed towards the other side of the road. The victim had no pulse. He was dead. The victim was lying in the middle of the road, head on the other side of the street. He was wearing a wet open raincoat and a shirt which had ink on it. His luggage on the same side of the road. And nearby a broken watch fallen on ground which had the muddy footprints of the victims. The accident gathered commotion. As it was late night only few people were on site during the accident. Those were the driver of the car, a bartender Sleik, and two people (Alex and Roger) who came out of the hotel nearby, 3 passerbys (Newt, Aarav, Kimball) including Aarav. The driver of the car Patrick was in blaser and looked very disturbed by the accident. The bartender was in his uniform with a wine glass in his hand. Newt was in a black coloured cloak, a hat with a breifcase sneezing and coughing in his bruised coloured hands. Alex and Roger were in their hotel uniform, Kimball was in formal clothes with a laptop bag around his shoulders and bandage around his hand. Aarav was standing all alone, thinking deeply about the accident. The police reached and by no time they concluded it as a suicide. Even the bypassers claimed it as a suicide. The police began to record statement hurrily and concluded the case.
One of the policeman said, " This is a suicide case. The driver was driving straight to the middle of the road and was not overspeeding and the victim (Sam Bellatrix) walked in front of the car and then bam. He fell down rolled on the street. His watch fell out of his hand and broke." And they went on to conclude the case. And just then aarav shouted
" Got it. Its not an accident sir neither a suicide it is a murder."
- M
#review #M #mystery
Aarav a young teenager studying in high school, shy , slim, tall, shabby, ignorant, a guy with lots of pateince, and great critical thinking skills living in a modernising village. He always dreamt to become a detective like his father, but was left alone after his father abandoned him after his mother died and he resided with his grand parents in the village.
He had a habit to stroll on streets of the highway particularly at night , on a two sided road which would be deserted and dark except from the lights sparkling from the hotels advertising board.
Aarav walked at night all alone on the other side ogf the road, looking at the beauty of clean and clear sky the shining stars and thinking about his lonliness. On the other side of the road was a accommodation hotel, the only one in the village. The Nocount station was 35 km away from the village, the only way to get in the village as it was covered and protected by the big mountains on the three sides of the road.
Aarav walking on the deserted road was lost in the silence of the moment. And suddenly he was suprised by the sudden thud noise and the shout of a man. As he looked towards the other side, he saw the car halt and the driver come out to check the man who was covered in a pool of blood. He rushed towards the other side of the road. The victim had no pulse. He was dead. The victim was lying in the middle of the road, head on the other side of the street. He was wearing a wet open raincoat and a shirt which had ink on it. His luggage on the same side of the road. And nearby a broken watch fallen on ground which had the muddy footprints of the victims. The accident gathered commotion. As it was late night only few people were on site during the accident. Those were the driver of the car, a bartender Sleik, and two people (Alex and Roger) who came out of the hotel nearby, 3 passerbys (Newt, Aarav, Kimball) including Aarav. The driver of the car Patrick was in blaser and looked very disturbed by the accident. The bartender was in his uniform with a wine glass in his hand. Newt was in a black coloured cloak, a hat with a breifcase sneezing and coughing in his bruised coloured hands. Alex and Roger were in their hotel uniform, Kimball was in formal clothes with a laptop bag around his shoulders and bandage around his hand. Aarav was standing all alone, thinking deeply about the accident. The police reached and by no time they concluded it as a suicide. Even the bypassers claimed it as a suicide. The police began to record statement hurrily and concluded the case.
One of the policeman said, " This is a suicide case. The driver was driving straight to the middle of the road and was not overspeeding and the victim (Sam Bellatrix) walked in front of the car and then bam. He fell down rolled on the street. His watch fell out of his hand and broke." And they went on to conclude the case. And just then aarav shouted
" Got it. Its not an accident sir neither a suicide it is a murder."
- M
#review #M #mystery
Part 2
And the policeman asked," And boy, how can you be so sure? "
Aarav replied, " Let me break the plot to you sir. You see the road was completely empty with just 3 of us and the victim walking on it. The accident took place in the middle of the road and the victim now dead, is lying facing other side of the road and straight to the pathway. And if you look at the wet raincoat he is wearing sir (as there was no rain on the site) and with the extra luggage he was carrying, i suppose he came from the nearby station boarded a cab and when he reached here he just got off a cab and would proceed in the hotel. Do you get it sir? "
The officer exclaimed, " i dont have the tiniest bit of clue of what you are speaking."
-M
#review #mystery #M
And the policeman asked," And boy, how can you be so sure? "
Aarav replied, " Let me break the plot to you sir. You see the road was completely empty with just 3 of us and the victim walking on it. The accident took place in the middle of the road and the victim now dead, is lying facing other side of the road and straight to the pathway. And if you look at the wet raincoat he is wearing sir (as there was no rain on the site) and with the extra luggage he was carrying, i suppose he came from the nearby station boarded a cab and when he reached here he just got off a cab and would proceed in the hotel. Do you get it sir? "
The officer exclaimed, " i dont have the tiniest bit of clue of what you are speaking."
-M
#review #mystery #M
Part 3
The lies around the truth.
Aarav said calmly, " If i were heading to the hotel which is on the same side of the road, then why would i walk to the middle of the road. And even if i had to cross the road why would i leave my luggage on the side. And if one had to commit suicide then he would not walk backwards which you can tell by looking at his shoe (bulged on the hotel side and tapered on the other side) filled with mud on the road. So somebody pushed him as he was just heading inside the hotel. He was murdered. And the killer is also certain. It was you (pointing towards Newt in big cloak and the hat with a breifcase)."
The policeman asked," How come you are so sure?
Do you have any evidence to prove your claim?."
Aarav replied " yes i do. Now a sit is proved that the victim was murdered, then the killer would be among us. The bartender Sleik, had a glass in his had so he could not have pushed him. Alex and Roger were inside the hotel and came out only after the accident. Kimball cant do it as his hand is hurt which is not a prop cause i didnt see a movement in those hands since i arrived. So the only left were you and me. So to prove my innocence you must be guilty. So Firstly, You said your name is Newt Jane. But the breifcase you are carrying has the initials SB. Which is not your name is It?. It is of the victims. Secondly the broken watch lying on the side of the road. If you look at the victims hand there is no mark or change in shade of wearing a watch on any hand. But you do have a mark and change in shade in your left hand. So when you were pushing the victim the watch fell from your hand on the side of the road and due to sudden rip you had the cuts on your hand. It was your watch, not of the victims. Thirdly, you are having a cold andyou donot have a handkerchief. Lokking how neat and well dressed you are, you wouldnt be that careless if you were sick from home itself which Means you got cold when you got caught in the rain following the victim from the station. Plus the ink which is on the shirt of the victims is on your fingers too. You waited to see your art to be called a suicide and pretended to be a passerby but unfortunately now you have nowhere to go."
Newt started running. The police got hold of the breifcase and rest of the evidence they had. They also found the train ticket from which it was confirmed that he was following the victim. They thanked Aarav. And aarav walked towards his hope, lost in the best moment of his life. Doing what he truly wanted. He just was living in the moment. He look back in the clear sky.
Tears were rolling through his cheeks. He said to himself ," Are you proud of me father? "
-M
#review #mystery #M
The lies around the truth.
Aarav said calmly, " If i were heading to the hotel which is on the same side of the road, then why would i walk to the middle of the road. And even if i had to cross the road why would i leave my luggage on the side. And if one had to commit suicide then he would not walk backwards which you can tell by looking at his shoe (bulged on the hotel side and tapered on the other side) filled with mud on the road. So somebody pushed him as he was just heading inside the hotel. He was murdered. And the killer is also certain. It was you (pointing towards Newt in big cloak and the hat with a breifcase)."
The policeman asked," How come you are so sure?
Do you have any evidence to prove your claim?."
Aarav replied " yes i do. Now a sit is proved that the victim was murdered, then the killer would be among us. The bartender Sleik, had a glass in his had so he could not have pushed him. Alex and Roger were inside the hotel and came out only after the accident. Kimball cant do it as his hand is hurt which is not a prop cause i didnt see a movement in those hands since i arrived. So the only left were you and me. So to prove my innocence you must be guilty. So Firstly, You said your name is Newt Jane. But the breifcase you are carrying has the initials SB. Which is not your name is It?. It is of the victims. Secondly the broken watch lying on the side of the road. If you look at the victims hand there is no mark or change in shade of wearing a watch on any hand. But you do have a mark and change in shade in your left hand. So when you were pushing the victim the watch fell from your hand on the side of the road and due to sudden rip you had the cuts on your hand. It was your watch, not of the victims. Thirdly, you are having a cold andyou donot have a handkerchief. Lokking how neat and well dressed you are, you wouldnt be that careless if you were sick from home itself which Means you got cold when you got caught in the rain following the victim from the station. Plus the ink which is on the shirt of the victims is on your fingers too. You waited to see your art to be called a suicide and pretended to be a passerby but unfortunately now you have nowhere to go."
Newt started running. The police got hold of the breifcase and rest of the evidence they had. They also found the train ticket from which it was confirmed that he was following the victim. They thanked Aarav. And aarav walked towards his hope, lost in the best moment of his life. Doing what he truly wanted. He just was living in the moment. He look back in the clear sky.
Tears were rolling through his cheeks. He said to himself ," Are you proud of me father? "
-M
#review #mystery #M
Judge wisely
It became harder to wait any long Rosie, she had been waiting for the flight for about an hour. After complete rounds of the place she finally sat on the chairs that were kept for waiting- passengers.
She glanced at her watch, it was already half past nine.She had been on a halt for about five hours or so. It was just because of the foggy weather the flight was delayed.
The place was tidy, people were dressed in luxury.Workers were mopping the floor,the whiff of the scent that was sprayed on artificial flowers were floating in the vicinity.
Rosie was dressed in a puce color woolen cloth, followed by a turquoise color cashmere scarf obscuring her neck, she had her gloves on as it was cold. She also wore a deep strawberry pink necklace and a matching ring.
Her face had turned slightly pink due to cold, she was breathing gently coating herself with everything that a rich would.Her hairs were tidy, blood red in color were tied behind with a clip still some locks wandered around her face .
She was sitting and killing time, then she saw a woman approaching assessing her looks and she noticed her weird gait. Finally she was there, she sat beside Rosie.She was covered with a dull-grey shawl, her looks were very untidy she was twice as old as Rosie,hairs have all turned old grey with wrinkles occupying the entire body.
But Rosie didn't bother to look at her; she was busy with her own air. Her stomach began rumbling, breaking her reviere, she had a packet of potato chips,which she had bought to eat after post journey still she ripped the packet open and took a piece taking a gentle bite with looks maintained.
Among all the humming sounds she heard a sound of crunch, she did not turn at once but glanced vividly, it was that lady who had sneaked a crispy bite. Rosie was exasperated by this, she pushed her emotions hard but eventually face betrayed it .
What a thankless, mannerless lady! She thought . Why has she not asked me before snooping her hand, no gratitude! Why? She thought . Inside she was burning but outwardly it was hardly visible .
It continued for a stint , the lady sneaked a piece followed by Rosie capturing two to finish as fast as possible . Rosie ate with a silent mouth thinking about her eating with crunchy noises.
When there was only the last piece the lady took it, breaked it into half and gave one to Rosie with a faint smile and ate the other half.
Finally at eleven the flight arrived Rosie with a hurried air got up boarded, still thinking about that ugly looking lady.
It was only at the flight she realised that her packet of chips was safe in her purse.
#review
Ps: its an edited version
It became harder to wait any long Rosie, she had been waiting for the flight for about an hour. After complete rounds of the place she finally sat on the chairs that were kept for waiting- passengers.
She glanced at her watch, it was already half past nine.She had been on a halt for about five hours or so. It was just because of the foggy weather the flight was delayed.
The place was tidy, people were dressed in luxury.Workers were mopping the floor,the whiff of the scent that was sprayed on artificial flowers were floating in the vicinity.
Rosie was dressed in a puce color woolen cloth, followed by a turquoise color cashmere scarf obscuring her neck, she had her gloves on as it was cold. She also wore a deep strawberry pink necklace and a matching ring.
Her face had turned slightly pink due to cold, she was breathing gently coating herself with everything that a rich would.Her hairs were tidy, blood red in color were tied behind with a clip still some locks wandered around her face .
She was sitting and killing time, then she saw a woman approaching assessing her looks and she noticed her weird gait. Finally she was there, she sat beside Rosie.She was covered with a dull-grey shawl, her looks were very untidy she was twice as old as Rosie,hairs have all turned old grey with wrinkles occupying the entire body.
But Rosie didn't bother to look at her; she was busy with her own air. Her stomach began rumbling, breaking her reviere, she had a packet of potato chips,which she had bought to eat after post journey still she ripped the packet open and took a piece taking a gentle bite with looks maintained.
Among all the humming sounds she heard a sound of crunch, she did not turn at once but glanced vividly, it was that lady who had sneaked a crispy bite. Rosie was exasperated by this, she pushed her emotions hard but eventually face betrayed it .
What a thankless, mannerless lady! She thought . Why has she not asked me before snooping her hand, no gratitude! Why? She thought . Inside she was burning but outwardly it was hardly visible .
It continued for a stint , the lady sneaked a piece followed by Rosie capturing two to finish as fast as possible . Rosie ate with a silent mouth thinking about her eating with crunchy noises.
When there was only the last piece the lady took it, breaked it into half and gave one to Rosie with a faint smile and ate the other half.
Finally at eleven the flight arrived Rosie with a hurried air got up boarded, still thinking about that ugly looking lady.
It was only at the flight she realised that her packet of chips was safe in her purse.
#review
Ps: its an edited version
PERIL
Darkness of dim light I am.
Dashing in mines of the lost.
Imperil was always my companion
Courage always laughed at me
Gallant fool always kind to me
Dare approach with Dutch courage
Chased by lions in all times
Precaution looked silly from far
Time is always beside me
Risk always imitated me
Luck was never fair
Love thought I was dead
Peace never cared about me
War made me look so bad.
Hope seemed to be confused
Trust was never understood
Far from me were my enemies;
BRAVE, COURAGE, LOVE AND TRUST
Hero was my preferred initials
What a brute world this was
Even Devil dashed away from me. #review #poetry #AR
Darkness of dim light I am.
Dashing in mines of the lost.
Imperil was always my companion
Courage always laughed at me
Gallant fool always kind to me
Dare approach with Dutch courage
Chased by lions in all times
Precaution looked silly from far
Time is always beside me
Risk always imitated me
Luck was never fair
Love thought I was dead
Peace never cared about me
War made me look so bad.
Hope seemed to be confused
Trust was never understood
Far from me were my enemies;
BRAVE, COURAGE, LOVE AND TRUST
Hero was my preferred initials
What a brute world this was
Even Devil dashed away from me. #review #poetry #AR
DESTINY
He came from the great beyond
From the voyage of the ascended masters
Down to the stream of life
To fulfill his destiny with mortals
Oh long live the king in him
Who can withstand the wrath of a king
In the days of his youthful reign
Who can withstand the calamity of the gods
When the evil days are near
It's only the dark maybe fearful of the light
And only with the ignorance of the twin flame
Long may you reign oh king
#review
Thanks
He came from the great beyond
From the voyage of the ascended masters
Down to the stream of life
To fulfill his destiny with mortals
Oh long live the king in him
Who can withstand the wrath of a king
In the days of his youthful reign
Who can withstand the calamity of the gods
When the evil days are near
It's only the dark maybe fearful of the light
And only with the ignorance of the twin flame
Long may you reign oh king
#review
Thanks