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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

A real foe is far More better than fake friend

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Sweet on mouth
Stab from back
Applaud in private
Abuse in pack

Real on face
Fake from base

Pretends to be cherry on cake
In reality they are real Snake.

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Be or not to be, i am by far clever.
I have lived before you and that's ever
I am from your parenthood and your
teacher remember?
I schooled you to pronounce letters.
Who do you think you are? Fresher?
You messed with my feelings and now
am bitter.
I am the sea that threatens you so loud
I will drown you, at any point, whenever
I want and that's ain't a nag.
Oh child! Please do love my tradition and
my lot.
I am neither a brother to your father
nor a brother to your mother don't act
nonchalant.
I taught you to stand up like a bodyguard
Act in front of me with all respect and
reverence like a lion heart...
I am your first and your last teacher so
be smart.
I am your spectrum I ignite to make you spark....
I am your dream sleep with a brave heart
I look near and far to protect and discard
I am your first and i am yourself too
I am your clan that harbores you like a
bookshelf .
I am your bed that warms you like a
bombshell.
I am the peace that keeps you to excel.
I am the quiet war that never ages to
propel.
Do not fuel the rage of my anger.
Lest i block the sun from you with my
fingers.
I will leave you at home crying like a child.
You will not find someone to wipe your
eyes.
Your tears except me and I am eager.
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Title:
I am your dream
Writer and poet:
the legend
Editing date:
06/27/2020

Just like a foucault pendulum, oscillating between life and death

Sub conscious wide awake and conscious seems to be dead

Amidst the wave with every increase in its diminishing frequency,
Motion being questioned about its stubborn zeel.

Just like a foucault pendulum, Oscillating... Oscillating...
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Friday, 17th July 2020.
06:17 PM, Talent & Passionate
Everyone has a talent which is honed with passion, sometimes it is idle because responsibility to earn and grow up has killed many talented artists, but to the keep the will alive while doing your work, it's a blessing, many times we wonder about multi-tasking people, what a daring appetizer he might have to pursue his dreams and career while never lacking the power to give a go!
They are not any super-human, just a human with a will to execute his passion and also an artist who loves to explore his emotions through his art. Be one and showcase others to keep it alive!!!
Respect
Bhavik Dhami
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19th July 2020.
04:27 PM, Pain, A reason to celebrate !!
Pain, you have helped me survive this wild and weird world, through your signals, I've done what was needed rather than sacrificing health over financial gains. You never left me alone, always brought a dose of laughter poison killing every nerve to make me remember why health matters and life needs a balance, if you weren't in-built, many people would had never understood the meaning of living. You are a reason to celebrate, assisting in keeping alive because you are the first signal which tells us about dangers by which we are surrounded.
Thanking you.
Bhavik Dhami
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The Cave Of Depression #review #article


Depression looks like a cave with endless deepness Going in it means suicide ?? Or something else but it is  confirm that people who are in depression they never think about present  they always think about future and get worried about it .Because of it they destroy own and their family happiness.Dont think much they destroy family happiness means if a member in your family is upset did you imagine to smile?? Ys but a best friend can take the person out from the cave of depression because he know the reason behind it he know everything about his friend .He try his best to get him back in daily life .But there are  some person in this world who  have no best friends like me😌 so never say no to anyone friendship may your friend needs you talk him and catch the pain behind his smile.😌 About 90% children are in depression because of many things like family pressure,study pressure,future pressure and etc.most of them belong to middleclass.because they have no other way then job to do.

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Title: VOICES
Many voices are suffocated in throats,
many have fallen on deaf ears,
but why has it been happening,
for all these years?

Some voices are alone,
some come together and unite,
but still there is something,
that stops them from winning their fight.

Some voices speak something,
way beyond their years,
but some people are so narrow minded,
they consider themselves right and do not value others.

Some voices die unheard,
the voices that should have been comprehended,
but people were afraid to support them,
so their fight never began, just ended.

Please listen to these voices,
maybe, just maybe they are right,
Oh, wait! Now I get it,
is that the reason of our fright?

Journey of my life.


I'm the miracle born with the heart of time, appraisal and aspirations are everywhere.


While my life had cried for everyone, blessing everyone with my own understanding trying to make them happy,


Somewhere I've become the emptied version of giving while recieving has being constant throughout my journey,


But giving back meant appreciating people who are there even when my own shadow left, fighting for their deeds feels relief to bring out humanity within my own soul.

Respect
Bhavik Kishor Dhami
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Topic- DreamlandDreamland

Across the unflinching oceans and beyond the unsung seas,
We resonate together like autumn's dancing trees.

Slowly and yet passionately, the two of us got merrily interwined.
Tiptoeing within each other, just the way bodily pulses carry life.

Hearing all my untold sagas, your shadow even started smiling somewhat like me.
One by one you untangled the mess, all the differences that we had initially.

"Is this a dreamland?", you remember once I asked you about this?
And I still blush over the lovely reply that came along with a gentle kiss!

Life will never provide success
directly. It can only provide
possibilities & opportunities.
It’s up to you to convert them
into success.....!
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Every phase in OUR life is bound to teach US something valuable. It's depends on US whether we understand the lessons or just turn the page. So, Never think about present problems , just think about the solutions.

Only true sciencists could undertand my poem

Love surreal

Electron is moving alone
What is photon doing?

Quarks gave answer saying,
Photon is in date with neutron

Electron's heart brakes, he says,
"but, neutron is neutral na"

"don't feel sad for this" chemistry says,
"love is blind na?"

'Feeling sorry for you, electron'
Yours loving #iamsamhith

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Me and you we live in two different worlds. You are from the ocean, i am from the land. You are from the sky while i am from the earth. We are in different sides. We can never cross them,I wish we could. I wish there is some higher power, a miracle, a myth that would break this bridge for us and our one true love. You are in my dreams, you are all i think about but i could never touch you. I imagine all there is: your smile, your grumpy face, your voice, your scent, how your embrace would feel, your eyes. Sometimes i doubt if you even exist, if i am in love with this image i have created on my mind. But then, on a sad night i feel the wind caressing me. The stars shining brightest telling me you are on the other side, the birds whispering your words that am gonna be fine. And at that moment, I wanna have you right there by my side. Forever can be a life time, years, family, grand children. But for me forever is a second with you before this unfair world takes you away from me. I can live with you on the other side for years. Looking out for your messages. The stars shining bright, the wind flowing, the birds singing, the flowers blossoming. But i don't want to. That is never close to what i wish i could have with you. I can never break this bridge for us to have our dream life but i can give us this second before this world takes me away. so for me forever is just a second with you.
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Meeting with god
Part 3 (last part)
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The pouring by then had taken its fierce disguise, it was thundering with sparks of orange flashes lighting the sky for a second.Will was running swaying, he was moving towards his ultimate end.


The spats and slaps  were rounding his head, he was sobbing hard, tears were mixing up with the rains.His cheeks were red, and brows frowned, he was running away from his sad life.


He had only one place in his mind, the garden. He thought the granny might still be at a halt there, sitting under the shade of the large Gulmohar tree waiting for the storm to subside.


After a great struggle in the floody rain he reached the garden puffed, still he carried his little -little sobbing with red eyes and recurrent hiccups. Sadly the garden was as void as emotions of warmth in his heart.


He would surely be sick if he was in the rain for so long.But his little brain was busy in their world of reverie. Will went and sat under the scare - shade of the tree, what good was it but? The rain was dribbling tangentially, nature had become cold by then, he was shivering out of cold.


His family hardly you can call; didn't bother to set apart and search for him, his mother was worried just about a statue of bricks one that is without soul. The day began to subside but not the storm.


Will huddled near the tree, shaking and trembling but he was still in the laps of mother nature .The gulmohar tree, it was hard for the plant to bear the rush of rain  its leaves were smothered by the rapid gush of air .


The granny on the other side was red with fever, her clothes were wet hanging on the door.She was in pain moaning out loud! But there was nothing that could be done, there was no  food in the house, medicines were a far- talk.


Her daughter in law, she was scared seeing her miserable condition. The hut also couldn't bear the anger of nature, the roof which was stacked with wheat - husks were pouring rain.


Alas! Her fever….. it was hot like a blacksmiths axe she was crying in pain, it was as if god was summoning her soul.

Her life began to fade away, breathe collapsing slowly , her hands become stiff and for a fraction of second time stood still, all her pains were vanished, she was happy with her stomach full recirculating the sweet memories of the day.A sudden thump of air flew the roof away and the rain was in the hut, granny was wet it was as if the nature had extinguished the fire of her fever. And the moment later she was gone, her eyes were  closed. Believe me there was a faint smile on her face!


Will, he fell unconscious out of hunger, hate and cold. The gulmohar had lost its last 

leaf waving on the currents. The boy! He dreamt his last dream where the granny was with him, she appeared to be an angel without wings. Will called her in pain," Oh! Granny take me with you" It was the time God summoned him from his life of misery, poverty and abuse. He was in the heavens with his God, he had achieved the ultimate happiness.


The night was the longest that could ever be but after it , there was a searing ray of sunlight , looking at the sky you couldn't judge if there was rain past day!.


Will was sitting frozen under the blank gulmohar tree, with red cheeks and a smile accompanying his end.

* This poem contains expressions of severe filth and utmost misery, readers discretion is advised.


The Punishment for the unpunished


A painful sight, that one could easily connect to the precedent,
The pain of the lost and bereaved, evident and prevalent.
Calamities never ceded to score on the pain,
As the pests finished of the leftover grains.
Rivers turned red of the blood of the murdered poor,
And the children died in their sleep breathing, the sour air.
Little left of the strength of the youngest,
Nothing left to save after the savage tempest.

Ripples in the desert sand were fierce than the ocean,
Earth it seemed like, has stopped in its motion.
Sun scorched the lands barren and parched,
Every tall structure melting in the heat stood arched.
Broken souls, the pain was impregnable,
Cunningness of the humans had become unfathomable.
For no mother could see her children die,
Mother of all who breathe, the Earth began to cry.

When I Roped in my acquaintance with the pain,
Harsh but true, I started to gain.
The euphoria that lingered started to fade,
The false structure stumbled like it was a masquerade.
Convulsions arose like thunder and lightning,
Upheavels, strong enough to erase the false glistening.
Several have suffered at the hands of imbeciles,
The pain now suffice for those who lived at perils.

Devour us, Oh Devil! The lord of hell,
For, we don't deserve the water from the pious well.
The land we sow, is the land we devour,
We are liable to face the flames of hell and it's fervour.
For the saints we killed with the daggers of insanity,
And the laguages we polluted with poison of profanity.
And yes ,Oh lord of hell!, We have done it all,
At the gates of hell, shameless, we still stand tall.

Kill us , rekill us and kill us in every way you please,
Bind us by the chains, even our souls cry for release.
Boil us in oil, Oh! Mighty Satan, until our bones dissolve,
Throw is in 'The river of Filth', that would shake our filthy resolve.
Feed us to the worms, let us witness it with our own eyes,
Bend our bones to the point, so we writhe but couldn't cry.
I couldnt ask more but to teach each one of us a lesson,
So, no monster could ever treat the Mother as her possession.

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Forever, it is not a time period, it is more of an emotion, a connection between two hearts..
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To,

Everyone out there who has felt lonely and hurt for being left alone.

I know it is so hard to accept, accept the things around us. We all know that not everyone who comes in our lives, stay and it becomes so tough to accept someone's absence.

Upset, we start revisiting our memories; we glance through all photographs, videos, chats, deleting some of them, with tears rolling down our eyes. We stalk them, to keep a track on their lives, only to make our lives more miserable.

Why does it become so hard to look back at those memories which once gave you joy? Why do we have to expect everyone to be there forever?

The answer is simple, because we fear, fear to accept the fact that someone has left us and moved on in life and left us miserable.

Life would become so easy if we start accepting things, looking back at those memories and cherishing them, all the fun that you had.

Those little moments of happiness, which are frozen in photographs, deleting those will only create agony, for in the future, you'd have nothing to remember those moments except the little hazy memories.

We need to decide, what to choose, sadness or joy. We need to accept things the way they are, or at least learn to. The things won't change but only add to your pain. We should never fail to look back at those memories, which once gave you joy and while looking at them, just notice your smile.

-
Someone who's revisiting memories with a smile.

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Love heals
Those broken by their lovers, they say love broke them. Me,
Well am healed. You broke me, I thought you did but then you never did. The love i gave you, the love you took happily, the love you never gave back, Healed me. They say, they have been lied, cheated, neglected. And it broke them.
Me, It healed me. I am a giver, always have been always will be. And i have always given whole heartily, never expected it back. I never take back. that is why; Love for me whether yo choke it, abuse it, manipulate your way inside will never break me. And that my dear is the only thing i will never give.
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A Slave

28 years before Danro's death

The furniture was meticulous. The massive bed, the ebony bedside table, the modern bedside lamps, the electronic curtains, the calm wall paintings, the intense lightings. Anything was within sight under the brightness, and everything was just marvelous. It was a special room.
If a woman was screaming in pain from inside, and if the door and windows were closed, not even the whisper version of the scream would be heard from outside. And that was very important. Every wave of echo should suffocate inside, every wave of shriek must die inside. Everything must be carried out with care, or else the neighbors would hear. Now who would want them involved? Anyone who heard wanted to watch, and it was an unspoken understanding as to what happened to anyone who heard, or watched.
Prashe Cooks had been such a customer to this room. To prove that she had been, one could just go up to her and ask what she knew about it; the proof would be her tears, which would rain the moment she was reminded. No one had ever asked, though. No one knew about the room, except for the customers.
Prashe lay naked on the edge of the massive bed, soaked in tears and sweat... and soon blood—but not yet. Her third visit here, and—boy!—she was panting. Lying supine, her elbows supported her torso, and two tripods stood on either side of her legs. As was the culture, she opened and comfortably propped her legs on each tripods. It was suitable this way.
The door made a key turning sound, clicked, and locked. There. A mark of the start.
Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
A pair of oxfords alternately clicked the floor and stopped between the tripods. Prashe peeked at him for so long as two seconds and turned away, wheezing. Her heart rate climbed, and her lips formed a worried, straight line.
The man (a man?) sat on a swivel chair amid the tripods. His voice was rough and dominant. "Push."
The muscles about her belly and groin suffered. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, and the baby was only starting to stretch her limits. The large baby crumpled her back and abdomen. She felt the heaviness tearing her inside apart as it slowly made its way. It crowded her body and tensed her pipe cruelly. The white blankets reddened to the dripping blood.
"Push."
She obeyed with a shrill, which in the end transformed into an animalistic groan. The pain was too unbearable that she wanted to give up halfway and let it kill her. Then he ordered. When he passed an order, it was to be obeyed.
"Push."
The baby safely slipped out and rested into the man's arms. She felt every muscle on her back and groin sighing, truly grateful of the relief. Under the bright illuminations, her body glistened, sweat dripping from her neck and spine and thighs and calves. Her elbows skidded and her back flattened on the bed.
When her baby began crying somberly, she disregarded the aftermath, tracing the man's arms with her eyes, as he walked across the room. Using his other hand, he unlocked the door. Locked door had a meaning, as did an open door. He then took back his seat, wheeled it away from the tripods, and looked at her baby. The baby was out of her field of vision, covered in blankets.
He caught her eyes fumbling to lay a sight at her child.
"Out."
With an unaffected contempt, she glared at him for a fraction of moment and crawled off the bed, silently weeping. Her legs had no strength left in them, and she could only wend out of the room on all four, like a sad, embarrassed dog with its tail between its legs, a nude mother crawling out as rivulets of blood streamed down her thighs.
But the blood wouldn't leak and kill her; so much had she been promised in the contract.

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Title: Canvas of Love

His life was out there like a
plain and dull canvas,
Although he had with him all the possible colors too..
But call it fear or just being indifferent on purpose,
He never even tried to use them except a very few..

There was a sense of lull, a stagnation in his life,
Normal rules of emotions, to him they didn't apply..
All the feelings in the world, everything on a point of knife,
And he was indifferent to all, didn't even bat an eye..

The setting then started to change as she came into his life,
Like an enchanting work of art the colors began to flow..
And his canvas of life, which was till then black and white,
In the aura of her persona that filled up like a rainbow..

She with all her efforts built everything brick by brick,
And injected in his veins, all the dose of feelings she had to give..
She stood with him in times, all through thin and thick,
And in her, he finally found his reason to actually live !!

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