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.
#review #poem #poetry #ying
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.
#review #poem #poetry #ying
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
Slumber land lacking sleep,
Retina dull will flashes bright in eyes deep
Pricking pain now going numb,
Perpetual peace in my head burning fumes, liting scum
Colossal tornado heading towards the chest so quiet,
Charcoal lungs consuming crisp air as a sweet delight
Filtered kidney now shrinking tight,
Filthy bones building up calcium height
Is it a dead soul, body alive?
Or a body dead, soul alive?
#review #everyone #shortpoem
Retina dull will flashes bright in eyes deep
Pricking pain now going numb,
Perpetual peace in my head burning fumes, liting scum
Colossal tornado heading towards the chest so quiet,
Charcoal lungs consuming crisp air as a sweet delight
Filtered kidney now shrinking tight,
Filthy bones building up calcium height
Is it a dead soul, body alive?
Or a body dead, soul alive?
#review #everyone #shortpoem
#review #poetry #emywrites
TALES_OF_RAPING_DREAM
It was a dark moon night; I heard a spatted sound of footsteps behind my back,
Frightfully, I muttered like a hungry thunder waiting for rain,
My heart beated hastily like a heart of a running cheetah,
I walked slowly along the muderous bush like a snail,
Unknowingly, I experienced the severe phase of my womanhood.
It all happened on an awful day, within few minutes he withered my watered rose,
He plugged my long kept flower and made me prideless,
For five minutes he enjoyed like a mating crow, but for years is a sanity I can’t endure,
Now my soft hearts is now a clay under the sun.
The ball socket of my roll in the shadow of his sight,
I felt his tight hand viciously over my mouth,
That moment the word silence became a sound.
Fiercely, he yanked off my cloth like a paper,
And, grip my waist ferociously like hound dolphin,
He told me to keep shut and tied my hand up tight.
He injected me with his filth prong and pushed and shifted harder and harder,
And I felt throbbing pain of a knife,
He felt heaven whilst I felt hell,
He poured his slippery assemblage sin of dirt in me,
All I feel now is boiling blood running through my veins.
I need a wiper that can stop the flowing tears of eternity.
I need a stiches to the widely open door of pains.
I need a drug to cure the stabbing pain of disgrace.
And dive me in a deep sea of love that will fade the memories.
TALES_OF_RAPING_DREAM
It was a dark moon night; I heard a spatted sound of footsteps behind my back,
Frightfully, I muttered like a hungry thunder waiting for rain,
My heart beated hastily like a heart of a running cheetah,
I walked slowly along the muderous bush like a snail,
Unknowingly, I experienced the severe phase of my womanhood.
It all happened on an awful day, within few minutes he withered my watered rose,
He plugged my long kept flower and made me prideless,
For five minutes he enjoyed like a mating crow, but for years is a sanity I can’t endure,
Now my soft hearts is now a clay under the sun.
The ball socket of my roll in the shadow of his sight,
I felt his tight hand viciously over my mouth,
That moment the word silence became a sound.
Fiercely, he yanked off my cloth like a paper,
And, grip my waist ferociously like hound dolphin,
He told me to keep shut and tied my hand up tight.
He injected me with his filth prong and pushed and shifted harder and harder,
And I felt throbbing pain of a knife,
He felt heaven whilst I felt hell,
He poured his slippery assemblage sin of dirt in me,
All I feel now is boiling blood running through my veins.
I need a wiper that can stop the flowing tears of eternity.
I need a stiches to the widely open door of pains.
I need a drug to cure the stabbing pain of disgrace.
And dive me in a deep sea of love that will fade the memories.
Once upon a time,
This grassland was enormous of elegant flowers,
Wide of foliage,
Full of the harmonious chirping of birds,
Full of the aroma of blossoms,
It was like a glamorous utopia,
An eternity passes by,
Grassland forfeited its glamour,
All encircled in the dust,
All with erratic panes,
The bouquet of blooms faded away,
Birds and other fetishes perished,
Forthwith it's like forgotten utopia,
Wide of rust,
No one to overlook for it,
It lingers unnoticed,
Perishing with eternity,
Forthwith it's like a pastel souvenir,
Glorious glory relinquished with juncture,
It's full of twilight,
No one infers its enchanting tale,
The external elegance of humans doesn't matter,
The external glamour of human will vanish one day,
The internal beauty of humans matters,
Our spirit and soul should be authentic,
Our physique is just our pellet,
One day, you will perish,
The only spirit will persist ever.
-Aira
#review #poetry #ae
This grassland was enormous of elegant flowers,
Wide of foliage,
Full of the harmonious chirping of birds,
Full of the aroma of blossoms,
It was like a glamorous utopia,
An eternity passes by,
Grassland forfeited its glamour,
All encircled in the dust,
All with erratic panes,
The bouquet of blooms faded away,
Birds and other fetishes perished,
Forthwith it's like forgotten utopia,
Wide of rust,
No one to overlook for it,
It lingers unnoticed,
Perishing with eternity,
Forthwith it's like a pastel souvenir,
Glorious glory relinquished with juncture,
It's full of twilight,
No one infers its enchanting tale,
The external elegance of humans doesn't matter,
The external glamour of human will vanish one day,
The internal beauty of humans matters,
Our spirit and soul should be authentic,
Our physique is just our pellet,
One day, you will perish,
The only spirit will persist ever.
-Aira
#review #poetry #ae
Once upon a time,
This grassland was enormous of elegant flowers,
Wide of foliage,
Full of the harmonious chirping of birds,
Full of the aroma of blossoms,
It was like a glamorous utopia,
An eternity passes by,
Grassland forfeited its glamour,
All encircled in the dust,
All with erratic panes,
The bouquet of blooms faded away,
Birds and other fetishes perished,
Forthwith it's like forgotten utopia,
Wide of rust,
No one to overlook for it,
It lingers unnoticed,
Perishing with eternity,
Forthwith it's like a pastel souvenir,
Glorious glory relinquished with juncture,
It's full of twilight,
No one infers its enchanting tale,
The external elegance of humans doesn't matter,
The external glamour of human will vanish one day,
The internal beauty of humans matters,
Our spirit and soul should be authentic,
Our physique is just our pellet,
One day, you will perish,
The only spirit will persist ever.
-Aira
#review #ae #poetry
This grassland was enormous of elegant flowers,
Wide of foliage,
Full of the harmonious chirping of birds,
Full of the aroma of blossoms,
It was like a glamorous utopia,
An eternity passes by,
Grassland forfeited its glamour,
All encircled in the dust,
All with erratic panes,
The bouquet of blooms faded away,
Birds and other fetishes perished,
Forthwith it's like forgotten utopia,
Wide of rust,
No one to overlook for it,
It lingers unnoticed,
Perishing with eternity,
Forthwith it's like a pastel souvenir,
Glorious glory relinquished with juncture,
It's full of twilight,
No one infers its enchanting tale,
The external elegance of humans doesn't matter,
The external glamour of human will vanish one day,
The internal beauty of humans matters,
Our spirit and soul should be authentic,
Our physique is just our pellet,
One day, you will perish,
The only spirit will persist ever.
-Aira
#review #ae #poetry
I dwell in between the sunsets and sunrises,
Strolling in the Cosmos full of perlis and enigmatic choices
Dreaming in colors, Wondering in the horizon of my sky,
Whispering to the clouds bringing me peace and joy.
Living a little more, discerning a little broader,
With fancy hurricane and breathing in glittery odour
Surfing through the Terra firma, Spreading boxes of dancing flora
Splashing glee and love,
Anchoring the craft near a flying cove. #everyone #review #shortpoem
Strolling in the Cosmos full of perlis and enigmatic choices
Dreaming in colors, Wondering in the horizon of my sky,
Whispering to the clouds bringing me peace and joy.
Living a little more, discerning a little broader,
With fancy hurricane and breathing in glittery odour
Surfing through the Terra firma, Spreading boxes of dancing flora
Splashing glee and love,
Anchoring the craft near a flying cove. #everyone #review #shortpoem
I long for the rains of my tears on my pillow,
The trail of pains left on my heart is nowhere to be found now,
Diving in the seas of the sorrow,
And the face, I bowed.
#review
The trail of pains left on my heart is nowhere to be found now,
Diving in the seas of the sorrow,
And the face, I bowed.
#review
I decided to cut my life half,
Everything perfectly half,
Later when I sat and thought
What have I done to change
That could barely work as it.
If my salary is halved;
My expenses go too.
If My diet is cut by half;
So is my hunger to.
If my love is halved
Then my hatred too.
If my happiness halved
Sorrow then half too.
If my patience halved;
Then my anger too.
So is change a bare change
Life is what was with-without
Half and past too.
#review
Its not a poem a verse maybe
It has some hidden meaning.
Everything perfectly half,
Later when I sat and thought
What have I done to change
That could barely work as it.
If my salary is halved;
My expenses go too.
If My diet is cut by half;
So is my hunger to.
If my love is halved
Then my hatred too.
If my happiness halved
Sorrow then half too.
If my patience halved;
Then my anger too.
So is change a bare change
Life is what was with-without
Half and past too.
#review
Its not a poem a verse maybe
It has some hidden meaning.
Life is constant then and now
Don't you get it; you will know,
Lets roll a dice and play a game
Cut life-half; half is now your fame.
Next day I was sobbing loud
As my salary was halved;
Later when I realised,
Expenses too were halved.
My all day diet was divided
But I felt no odd;
Only to realise that
My hunger then was halved.
Days and days went off so fast
My happiness was also half;
Still no fear did linger on,
Because sorrow stayed half feet apart.
Some halves Oh! Went unnoticed,
Like the patience-anger halfs.
Will you call it a change;
A change, a bare change!
My life went just on without effect
As if game had no affect.
#review #Shashwat
Don't you get it; you will know,
Lets roll a dice and play a game
Cut life-half; half is now your fame.
Next day I was sobbing loud
As my salary was halved;
Later when I realised,
Expenses too were halved.
My all day diet was divided
But I felt no odd;
Only to realise that
My hunger then was halved.
Days and days went off so fast
My happiness was also half;
Still no fear did linger on,
Because sorrow stayed half feet apart.
Some halves Oh! Went unnoticed,
Like the patience-anger halfs.
Will you call it a change;
A change, a bare change!
My life went just on without effect
As if game had no affect.
#review #Shashwat
#review
#poem
#Aarushi
Title: SLEEPING UNDER STARS
One day I was,
sleeping under the stars,
pushing all my fears away,
and showing them my tears, my scars.
Maybe I was defeated,
maybe not strong anymore,
the wounds had left scars only,
but the heart was still sore.
But then I noticed something,
how millions of stars fitted in my eyes,
their light sparkled in my soul,
and made me feel nice.
I interpreted the message,
given by the starlight,
it is a coward's trait to give into fear,
without even trying to fight.
Then I rose, I fought,
till the pain went away,
careless, I flew away with the light,
sharing the wind's sway.
Today once again,
I am sleeping under the stars,
how my tears cleared my vision in and out,
is a secret, only ours.
#poem
#Aarushi
Title: SLEEPING UNDER STARS
One day I was,
sleeping under the stars,
pushing all my fears away,
and showing them my tears, my scars.
Maybe I was defeated,
maybe not strong anymore,
the wounds had left scars only,
but the heart was still sore.
But then I noticed something,
how millions of stars fitted in my eyes,
their light sparkled in my soul,
and made me feel nice.
I interpreted the message,
given by the starlight,
it is a coward's trait to give into fear,
without even trying to fight.
Then I rose, I fought,
till the pain went away,
careless, I flew away with the light,
sharing the wind's sway.
Today once again,
I am sleeping under the stars,
how my tears cleared my vision in and out,
is a secret, only ours.
The day was dripping over, sun was now below the horizon and red light was scattering in the vicinity. An image of the sun drowning down coukd be seen in the lake.The solitude of the nature could do nothing but make me gay.The birds were swiftly flying to there croons rapidly swapping wings, there falling feathers disrupted the stillness of nature's mirror creating circular dimensions with a faint splash sound of water.The leaves did no longer flutter to carry the cool winds everything was motionless at its composure,the state of calmnesd vitiated the mood of brightened day.
#review #shortscene #Shashwat
#review #shortscene #Shashwat
Cracks on the surface shifted ground below. It was my free fall.
I fell for you deep,
I dwelled in your heart.
I ran in your nerves,
But you drifted me apart.
It took me days to build that special place,
and now a barran land waiting for hope of rays.
Rain of sorrow I cry,
I delve for the sun, giving up on my try.
Each breath I take is an intense snide,
Get a place for me and my feelings to hide.
Oblivious I am to what's going around,
Every drop of pleasing rain is now an aching sound.
Though it takes time,
But I see that free verse turning into rhyme
And that grey turning into colors,
Colors of hope
Colors of me.
Now i see me breathing, breathing through the cold,
And the ray of light on my skin Shining bold and bright.
#everyone #review #poem
I fell for you deep,
I dwelled in your heart.
I ran in your nerves,
But you drifted me apart.
It took me days to build that special place,
and now a barran land waiting for hope of rays.
Rain of sorrow I cry,
I delve for the sun, giving up on my try.
Each breath I take is an intense snide,
Get a place for me and my feelings to hide.
Oblivious I am to what's going around,
Every drop of pleasing rain is now an aching sound.
Though it takes time,
But I see that free verse turning into rhyme
And that grey turning into colors,
Colors of hope
Colors of me.
Now i see me breathing, breathing through the cold,
And the ray of light on my skin Shining bold and bright.
#everyone #review #poem