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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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.

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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#Aarushi
#poem
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?
#Aarushi
#poem
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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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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#review #poetry #Manvi
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!
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!
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
#review #subconsciouspoem #amsam #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
#review #subconsciouspoem #amsam #poem
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.
Part 3 (last part)
Plz check previous parts before reading this using search option.
#review
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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#sagar #pain
#poem
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.
#review
#sagar #pain
#poem
Forever, it is not a time period, it is more of an emotion, a connection between two hearts..
#review #quote #nibandscrib
#review #quote #nibandscrib
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.
#review
#letter
#AS
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.
#review
#letter
#AS
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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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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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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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 !!
#review #poetry #kingslayer
Title: Murder Mystery
After struggling to sleep last night, my thoughts wandered and I was unable to connect missing pieces of the murder mystery. I kept looking at the ceiling as the entire sequence of events played before me.
“Why the author never revealed the identity of murderer?” I murmured to myself for one more time.
The alarm shrilled and I dragged myself out of bed to investigate the crime myself. I wore mask to cover the face, and took myself for an early morning walk towards the crime scene.
It was 5:00 am and the moon shone brightly in the final twilight minutes. The neighbors black cat eyed me suspiciously. And suspicious it should be! Rarely have I been known to venture forth into world so early.
As I reached near the crime scene I saw another man on the empty street.
"Who is he?" I asked to myself.
I tried to lengthen my strides to go past the man, but he lengthens his too. And when I slowed down, he did the same, matching my movements, stride for stride.
"Answer me! What are you afraid of?" the man snaped and turned his head to look at me.
He suddenly pulled off his scarf, and I screamed; but not even a croak emerged from my throat.
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After struggling to sleep last night, my thoughts wandered and I was unable to connect missing pieces of the murder mystery. I kept looking at the ceiling as the entire sequence of events played before me.
“Why the author never revealed the identity of murderer?” I murmured to myself for one more time.
The alarm shrilled and I dragged myself out of bed to investigate the crime myself. I wore mask to cover the face, and took myself for an early morning walk towards the crime scene.
It was 5:00 am and the moon shone brightly in the final twilight minutes. The neighbors black cat eyed me suspiciously. And suspicious it should be! Rarely have I been known to venture forth into world so early.
As I reached near the crime scene I saw another man on the empty street.
"Who is he?" I asked to myself.
I tried to lengthen my strides to go past the man, but he lengthens his too. And when I slowed down, he did the same, matching my movements, stride for stride.
"Answer me! What are you afraid of?" the man snaped and turned his head to look at me.
He suddenly pulled off his scarf, and I screamed; but not even a croak emerged from my throat.
#review #story #iam
deep water came the crocodile. Out of black water, curved with whirlpools, and into the frill of gold shallows by the stepping- stones. He was twice the length of a tall man; and inside him, among the stones which he had swallowed to aid digestion, rolled a silver bracelet. Timber was being floated down this great Indian river from forests further up, and there were sleepers lying stuck around the stones until someone came to dislodge them and send them on their way, or until floods lifted them and jostled them along. The crocodile had no need to hide himself. He came to rest in the glassy shallows, among logs, and balanced there on tiptoe on the rippled sand, with only his raised eyes out of the water, and raised nostrils breathing the clean sunny air. Around him broad sparkling water travelled between cliffs and grass and forested hills. A jungle track came out of scrub each side and down to the sun- whitened stepping- stones on which a little flycatcher was flirting and trilling along. The mugger crocodile, blackish brown above and yellowy white under, lay motionless, able to
wait for ever till food came. This antediluvian saurian this prehistoric juggernaut, ferocious and formidable, a vast force in the water, propelled by the unimaginable and irresistible power of the huge tail, lay lapped by ripples, a throb in his throat.
PS : How much will you rate this, its refrrence text I have not written this I got it to improve my descriptive skills.
#review
wait for ever till food came. This antediluvian saurian this prehistoric juggernaut, ferocious and formidable, a vast force in the water, propelled by the unimaginable and irresistible power of the huge tail, lay lapped by ripples, a throb in his throat.
PS : How much will you rate this, its refrrence text I have not written this I got it to improve my descriptive skills.
#review
Title: Journey Through Forest
I once had a blatant choice,
Between a highway and a forest..
All my friends took the highway,
But I guess I was never a conformist..
The highway although perfectly fine,
Wasn't taking me to my destination..
It was then, when I realized,
My dreams were of a different creation..
Their purpose were different from mine,
And the highway solved them all..
In the forest, for long I was stuck in tree line,
Often blocked out of path but I managed to crawl..
Events turned out to be as such,
Slowly and steadily I got acquainted with my path..
And the forest taught me so much,
Although it wasn't without some scathe..
Finally when the forest came to an end,
My purpose was within my reach..
And waiting there were my friends,
Happy and proud of me one and each..
They were happy with their journey,
And I was content with mine..
Although some of it was a bit thorny,
But eventually we all settled on cloud nine !!
#review #poetry #kingslayer
I once had a blatant choice,
Between a highway and a forest..
All my friends took the highway,
But I guess I was never a conformist..
The highway although perfectly fine,
Wasn't taking me to my destination..
It was then, when I realized,
My dreams were of a different creation..
Their purpose were different from mine,
And the highway solved them all..
In the forest, for long I was stuck in tree line,
Often blocked out of path but I managed to crawl..
Events turned out to be as such,
Slowly and steadily I got acquainted with my path..
And the forest taught me so much,
Although it wasn't without some scathe..
Finally when the forest came to an end,
My purpose was within my reach..
And waiting there were my friends,
Happy and proud of me one and each..
They were happy with their journey,
And I was content with mine..
Although some of it was a bit thorny,
But eventually we all settled on cloud nine !!
#review #poetry #kingslayer
*Suicide Line*
“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.” ― Juliette Lewi
Part 1
It was pitch black outside. It was the softness that’s calling a body and brain to rest but let the heart follow its rhythm. The darkness was so dense that it has consumed the stars into its void. I found the darkness comforting since I grew up on the outskirts. But here living in the city, I had grown used to the warming, orange glow of the streetlamps, their light filtering in through the gaps of the office curtain. But today’s blackness I couldn’t recall seeing before. I am sitting still in my chair waiting for a call, tilted my head and saw Ahmya comforting a caller. This is my job, taking calls from unknown people, hearing them out, preventing them from committing huge mistakes. The Suicide line, unlike you may think, receive many calls each day from hopeless individuals who had lost every desire to live. I try everyday to not let anyone take their life. I had listened hundreds of unsettling stories so far and it requires a lot of moral strength to convince the call to not to end his life. I am now accustomed of taking these calls but today there are no calls. It is deafing kind of silence which I’m not used to.
The sound of a call pull me back from my deep slumber of thoughts. I quickly wore my headsets and connected the call, someone is dialing from Tokyo.
“Good night, What’s your emergency?”
“I-I need an ambulance”, a hoarse voice echoed from the other side. By the sound of it, the caller seems not older than you.
“you are calling from four seasons hotel, right?”
“yes, room number 613”
“May I ask, why you need an ambulance?”, you asked him, hoping this is not some prank call from the rich kids
“Someone committed a suicide in this room and another one is about to happen”, he says stuttering.
“Are you talking about yourself?”, I gulped
“Yes, I’m about to end my life”, he said bringing the receiver close to his mouth.
“you know you shouldn’t be playing around with serious matters, right now someone might need my help, struggling between life and death”, I said calmly
“Do you think I will joke around at four o’clock in the night, if you cannot take me seriously, then buzz off, I have to take my life also”, the person on the other side said aggressively.
“No-No. please wait, I’m extremely sorry, May I ask, what’s was your relationship with the dead person?”
“She-she was my fiancé, when I came back from my exhibition, she was lying still in the swimming pool facing the water”.
My eyes widened with astonishment after hearing his words. “An ambulance will be there in 20 minutes sir, please don’t do anything you might end up regretting”, I said in a firm tone
“When you’re dead, there is no space for regretting”.
“Calm down sir, I want you to live your life to the fullest, killing yourself is not the solution”, you rabbled one of the many phrases every worker use in calls.
“what jack shit are you talking about, I don’t give a damn about what you think how I should spend my life, because you don’t even care, you are waiting for the night to over, month to end so that you can get your paycheck”
He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a small sob. He was leaning against the wall, getting a clear view of the swimming pool. He was surrounded by the flasks and bottles of alcoholic beverages. Few of them were empty but a couple of two was full to the brim. On his one hand he is holding the cell phone while other was squeezing the pills. He was taking them since the midnight, don’t even remember how many he had already galloped. One thing he was sure about that these are enough to kill himself.
#noahlancaster #review #story
“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.” ― Juliette Lewi
Part 1
It was pitch black outside. It was the softness that’s calling a body and brain to rest but let the heart follow its rhythm. The darkness was so dense that it has consumed the stars into its void. I found the darkness comforting since I grew up on the outskirts. But here living in the city, I had grown used to the warming, orange glow of the streetlamps, their light filtering in through the gaps of the office curtain. But today’s blackness I couldn’t recall seeing before. I am sitting still in my chair waiting for a call, tilted my head and saw Ahmya comforting a caller. This is my job, taking calls from unknown people, hearing them out, preventing them from committing huge mistakes. The Suicide line, unlike you may think, receive many calls each day from hopeless individuals who had lost every desire to live. I try everyday to not let anyone take their life. I had listened hundreds of unsettling stories so far and it requires a lot of moral strength to convince the call to not to end his life. I am now accustomed of taking these calls but today there are no calls. It is deafing kind of silence which I’m not used to.
The sound of a call pull me back from my deep slumber of thoughts. I quickly wore my headsets and connected the call, someone is dialing from Tokyo.
“Good night, What’s your emergency?”
“I-I need an ambulance”, a hoarse voice echoed from the other side. By the sound of it, the caller seems not older than you.
“you are calling from four seasons hotel, right?”
“yes, room number 613”
“May I ask, why you need an ambulance?”, you asked him, hoping this is not some prank call from the rich kids
“Someone committed a suicide in this room and another one is about to happen”, he says stuttering.
“Are you talking about yourself?”, I gulped
“Yes, I’m about to end my life”, he said bringing the receiver close to his mouth.
“you know you shouldn’t be playing around with serious matters, right now someone might need my help, struggling between life and death”, I said calmly
“Do you think I will joke around at four o’clock in the night, if you cannot take me seriously, then buzz off, I have to take my life also”, the person on the other side said aggressively.
“No-No. please wait, I’m extremely sorry, May I ask, what’s was your relationship with the dead person?”
“She-she was my fiancé, when I came back from my exhibition, she was lying still in the swimming pool facing the water”.
My eyes widened with astonishment after hearing his words. “An ambulance will be there in 20 minutes sir, please don’t do anything you might end up regretting”, I said in a firm tone
“When you’re dead, there is no space for regretting”.
“Calm down sir, I want you to live your life to the fullest, killing yourself is not the solution”, you rabbled one of the many phrases every worker use in calls.
“what jack shit are you talking about, I don’t give a damn about what you think how I should spend my life, because you don’t even care, you are waiting for the night to over, month to end so that you can get your paycheck”
He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a small sob. He was leaning against the wall, getting a clear view of the swimming pool. He was surrounded by the flasks and bottles of alcoholic beverages. Few of them were empty but a couple of two was full to the brim. On his one hand he is holding the cell phone while other was squeezing the pills. He was taking them since the midnight, don’t even remember how many he had already galloped. One thing he was sure about that these are enough to kill himself.
#noahlancaster #review #story