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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.



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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

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

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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?
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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
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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
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#quote
#Aarushi
Whenever you wear a smile,
wear it as a jewel, but also as a shield,
to protect yourselves,
from the hater's build.

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

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.
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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.

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

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#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.

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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

#review /ashish
Life is a battle if my love can see,
The world seems to live in its own miseries ,
Still i promise to play my part,
Loving to the end until i lose my heart,
Flowers of this bond are never fade,
Like a bride adorning her with amber and jade,
When koel chants rhymes in ivory night,
When venus tells its piegeon to sore new heights,
Even when grace of god is hidden in dark,
Chord of love cannot be made apart

Well, now we wait.

Now we wait and see who loves us,
We wait to see if our hopes are still intact, or maybe they left us.
Now we pray we live another day with no grudge,
A better tomorrow full of love not minding our bad source.

Now we wait and see if that child can walk again.
Broken dream lost inside seas and oceans,
Building bridges, greatness without emotions.

They say circle of wisdom between lives can be unfair,
For we give more than we receive yet we have more than we need.
We can't help what life brings yet we pray without cease.
Building a future we seem right we became scared of a future we can't sight.

Are you scared?
Yes I am, so I put my emotions in words.
If i get to see another day , I'll remember what i said today,
To be and not to be,
What tomorrow brings is the answer.
So stop waiting , let your today bring you closer.

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Desire!!

Don't desire of good and bad,
Be in that moment which is going on
as only this now moment
can satisfied you,
Nor that
which you constantly desiring
while living in other moments
being unconscious from present moment.

Today's desires will be fulfilled tomorrow.
Tomorrow's desires will be fulfilled day after tomorrow.
and day after tomorrow's another desires
will take birth in your life.
It goes on..
It goes on
with fluxable time.
and you never get satisfied
from any of your desires at that moment of your life.

At last you will open previous pages of life,
will remember and laugh..
while saying..
those were the days which was awesome!!
Perhaps those moments could come again
in our lives to live again..

But it never comes..
only memories left with us to laugh and sing with..
Not today's, yesterday's and tomorrow's
Desires!!
It's why celebrate present moment fully!
live in isness without desiring of good and bad happen to us.

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Eid Celebration

receive a beam of greeting from me
we should rejoice and float in glee
and let the angels bless us with peace
not the devils to feast on our good deeds


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Topic- Nature's Fury


Nature's furyNature's fury

So let's rewind to the point from where this journey begins.
Amid the expanse of forests which were dense and lush green.
Where the beaches had their playful waves and no polythene.
Where the glaciers were not melting and had their blazing icy sheen.
Where cuckoos were the morning clock and Tulsi was naturally green.
Where weekly market had it's own joy and was the only social gathering.
No internet, no lifestyle disease, no social media war footing.
Time changed, people evolved, and today we are in the arms of Covid 19.
Epidemics didn't excuse our procreators either, however blissful they may seem.
Mother Nature has it's own way of affection, and certainly own way of rebuking.
So, for a moment let's not accuse evolution, let's not blame the century we live in.
Massive deaths occurred in those furies too, just like cases today are exponentially rising.
Generations may come and go but only the Earth will be the sole witness of humans and their humanity.
So, let's do something beautiful in the history of mankind which the Mother Nature could cherish as her vanity.

-Manvi

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Nature's fury

So let's rewind to the point from where this journey begins.
Amid the expanse of forests which were dense and lush green.
Where the beaches had their playful waves and no polythene.
Where the glaciers were not melting and had their blazing icy sheen.
Where cuckoos were the morning clock and Tulsi was naturally green.
Where weekly market had it's own joy and was the only social gathering.
No internet, no lifestyle disease, no social media war footing.
Time changed, people evolved, and today we are in the arms of Covid 19.
Epidemics didn't excuse our procreators either, however blissful they may seem.
Mother Nature has it's own way of affection, and certainly own way of rebuking.
So, for a moment let's not accuse evolution, let's not blame the century we live in.
Massive deaths occurred in those furies too, just like cases today are exponentially rising.
Generations may come and go but only the Earth will be the sole witness of humans and their humanity.
So, let's do something beautiful in the history of mankind which the Mother Nature could cherish as her vanity.

-Manvi