#review #quoteforbreakupmotivation
"Instead of waiting for someone else wait for yourself to come back"
"Instead of waiting for someone else wait for yourself to come back"
Love in the Tropical Shade.
In the dying heat of the tropical sun
Under the cool shade of a mango tree,
hearts jumped up and down in joy and fun,
And they felt was a feeling so free.
Withered leaves shook in the wind and fell,
Soon forgotten were heartbreaks of the past.
If their souls spoke they could tell,
That this love was meant to last.
Wiped were the unseen tears,
Of the broken hopes that had flown so often,
their unsaid doubts and fears,
Were suddenly gone and forgotten.
As new leaves sprung from the branches
The lovers shared an embrace in passion,
And gleefully watched the expanse of the ranches
As they graciously enjoyed the overflow of pleasant emotion.
The wind stirred the grass and the dandelions,
And in their chests, hearts jumped and twirled,
Igniting the brevity and courage of the lions.
Now, they felt ready to conquer the world.
As the sun set in the horizon
They realized they would survive any future attack,
Since they had undying love as their weapon,
They just had to have each other's back.
It wasn't much to the eye to have,
albeit to the heart being so priceless.
A precious treasure it was, tropical love,
for it made one feel safe and fearless.
#rocky #poem #review
In the dying heat of the tropical sun
Under the cool shade of a mango tree,
hearts jumped up and down in joy and fun,
And they felt was a feeling so free.
Withered leaves shook in the wind and fell,
Soon forgotten were heartbreaks of the past.
If their souls spoke they could tell,
That this love was meant to last.
Wiped were the unseen tears,
Of the broken hopes that had flown so often,
their unsaid doubts and fears,
Were suddenly gone and forgotten.
As new leaves sprung from the branches
The lovers shared an embrace in passion,
And gleefully watched the expanse of the ranches
As they graciously enjoyed the overflow of pleasant emotion.
The wind stirred the grass and the dandelions,
And in their chests, hearts jumped and twirled,
Igniting the brevity and courage of the lions.
Now, they felt ready to conquer the world.
As the sun set in the horizon
They realized they would survive any future attack,
Since they had undying love as their weapon,
They just had to have each other's back.
It wasn't much to the eye to have,
albeit to the heart being so priceless.
A precious treasure it was, tropical love,
for it made one feel safe and fearless.
#rocky #poem #review
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY TEN
CONDITION: Paranormal
PROMPT: She was still blind folded as she felt along the ground, but she could smell the stench…
Flora was in an unfamiliar place. That stench however, revived a dead memory. It was repulsive! Like eggs gone bad in a river of curdled milk. She had been there before…that’s all she knew.
Her attempts at removing the blindfold had failed. In darkness, she groped the smooth pebbles on the ground.
“Flo! Remember!”
She flung some pebbles in frustration.
“Hey! You don’t throw pebbles at people!” Someone snapped back.
Flora stiffened. The lump in her throat kept her from talking.
“Flora! Apologize right this instant!”
“You…you kn..know my n..name?” Flora scooched away from the voice as she spoke.
“Flora now I’m hurt. First you try to stone me and now, you can’t even tell it’s me?” The voice began again, closing what little separation Flora had managed.
“Gra…grandma?”
“Yes! It’s me, your beloved grandmother.” She patted Flora’s head. Just like she used to.
…
“This is a dream. This is a dream! THIS IS A DREAM!” Flora repeated as she scurried out of touch.
“That’s rude and insensitive! You are wishing me away?”
“Grandma I was at your funeral! Did you fake your death?” Flora begun.
“Now you call me dishonest? I regret ever making you cookies.” Granny snapped.
“They were chewy. All the time!” Flora fired back.
Granny gasped, “leave my cookies out of this!” Granny sighed and went on, “Why do millennials say the most hurtful things?”
“Because you guys take us for granted. Even in death I see. I’m legal! I have rights.” Flora answered.
“And why can’t I get this blindfold off?”
“ There’s no blindfold. It’s a simple spell.” Granny admitted.
“Sp….spell?”
“You are special Flora, that’s why we are here.”
“You br…brought me here?”
“Yes dear, there is something I need to teach you.”
...
“Flora. Concentrate. What do you see?”
“Grandma, your spell is over my eyes still. I’m blind!” Flora couldn’t hide her frustration. She was tired, hungry, and probably missing her favorite TV show.
“You don’t need your eyes to see. You have two more chances Flora. Concentrate and tell me what you see” Granny spoke again. More intensely this time.
“I am not doing anything you say!” Flora countered.
“Time is running out!”
“And what do I care?”
“You will find how Ken was killed. You can protect the very few friends you have left!”
Granny's outburst ran chills down Flora’s spine.
“Grandma, How do you know about Ken. You know about his death too?”
“Flora, what do you see?” Granny spoke up with a sense of desperation.
“I…I see pebbles.”
“What else Flora? What else?”
“There are hills, and there’s agony, and there are tears.”
“Now you know where we are. Your last try Flora! Tell me. WHAT DO YOU SEE??”
Flora gasped and fell backwards. Smashing her head into the pebbles. She quaked. She writhed. Pain ran through her body. A moment of stillness and then, A SHRIEK!
“Flora, Flora, now! Tell me! What did you see?”
“Grandma.” Flora began.
“Where were you the night Dad died?”
“Oh I was out of town.” Granny answered… “Flora dear, what did you see?”
“I saw everything Granny. I saw the start. I saw the end.” Flora started.
“You were there that night…”
#MA #review #shortstory
DAY TEN
CONDITION: Paranormal
PROMPT: She was still blind folded as she felt along the ground, but she could smell the stench…
Flora was in an unfamiliar place. That stench however, revived a dead memory. It was repulsive! Like eggs gone bad in a river of curdled milk. She had been there before…that’s all she knew.
Her attempts at removing the blindfold had failed. In darkness, she groped the smooth pebbles on the ground.
“Flo! Remember!”
She flung some pebbles in frustration.
“Hey! You don’t throw pebbles at people!” Someone snapped back.
Flora stiffened. The lump in her throat kept her from talking.
“Flora! Apologize right this instant!”
“You…you kn..know my n..name?” Flora scooched away from the voice as she spoke.
“Flora now I’m hurt. First you try to stone me and now, you can’t even tell it’s me?” The voice began again, closing what little separation Flora had managed.
“Gra…grandma?”
“Yes! It’s me, your beloved grandmother.” She patted Flora’s head. Just like she used to.
…
“This is a dream. This is a dream! THIS IS A DREAM!” Flora repeated as she scurried out of touch.
“That’s rude and insensitive! You are wishing me away?”
“Grandma I was at your funeral! Did you fake your death?” Flora begun.
“Now you call me dishonest? I regret ever making you cookies.” Granny snapped.
“They were chewy. All the time!” Flora fired back.
Granny gasped, “leave my cookies out of this!” Granny sighed and went on, “Why do millennials say the most hurtful things?”
“Because you guys take us for granted. Even in death I see. I’m legal! I have rights.” Flora answered.
“And why can’t I get this blindfold off?”
“ There’s no blindfold. It’s a simple spell.” Granny admitted.
“Sp….spell?”
“You are special Flora, that’s why we are here.”
“You br…brought me here?”
“Yes dear, there is something I need to teach you.”
...
“Flora. Concentrate. What do you see?”
“Grandma, your spell is over my eyes still. I’m blind!” Flora couldn’t hide her frustration. She was tired, hungry, and probably missing her favorite TV show.
“You don’t need your eyes to see. You have two more chances Flora. Concentrate and tell me what you see” Granny spoke again. More intensely this time.
“I am not doing anything you say!” Flora countered.
“Time is running out!”
“And what do I care?”
“You will find how Ken was killed. You can protect the very few friends you have left!”
Granny's outburst ran chills down Flora’s spine.
“Grandma, How do you know about Ken. You know about his death too?”
“Flora, what do you see?” Granny spoke up with a sense of desperation.
“I…I see pebbles.”
“What else Flora? What else?”
“There are hills, and there’s agony, and there are tears.”
“Now you know where we are. Your last try Flora! Tell me. WHAT DO YOU SEE??”
Flora gasped and fell backwards. Smashing her head into the pebbles. She quaked. She writhed. Pain ran through her body. A moment of stillness and then, A SHRIEK!
“Flora, Flora, now! Tell me! What did you see?”
“Grandma.” Flora began.
“Where were you the night Dad died?”
“Oh I was out of town.” Granny answered… “Flora dear, what did you see?”
“I saw everything Granny. I saw the start. I saw the end.” Flora started.
“You were there that night…”
#MA #review #shortstory
#review #poetry #meredith
My body rests on a bed
but mind floats gently across the night sky,
and my soul soon starts to plunge
into the vastness of the universe.
I swim in cosmic dust,
I play with asteroids,
I taste the flavor of comets
and smell the fragance of darkness.
Isn't it paradoxical
that this dark void actually contains everything inside?
I introduce myself to the moons
but they ignore me.
You're too pretentious
-they say.
Only the stars know me well enough
to understand the grieving of my soul.
They wouldn't mock at me,
for they have seen me crying too many times.
Silently I watch the planets
and for a minute I stop to think
that I'm a bit like them:
I'm also orbiting around a glowing incandescent Sun,
but instead, I pay no attention to light
and I chose to focus
on the black background that surrounds me;
a dark infinite that minimizes me,
that reduces me to nothing.
And suddenly the inevitable questions arrive
Who am I in this endless cosmos?
A minuscule particle?
Or am I nothing at all?
I scream my questions to the void with anger
but there's no reply.
I want to know if I'm meaningless,
or if I'm worthy enough to be called
an important part of all this.
My mind and my soul decided then
that was time to come back.
And when they did,
they felt tired of the journey,
my hands felt empty without the answers
and my body felt ordinarily confined.
But I,
I felt infinite.
My body rests on a bed
but mind floats gently across the night sky,
and my soul soon starts to plunge
into the vastness of the universe.
I swim in cosmic dust,
I play with asteroids,
I taste the flavor of comets
and smell the fragance of darkness.
Isn't it paradoxical
that this dark void actually contains everything inside?
I introduce myself to the moons
but they ignore me.
You're too pretentious
-they say.
Only the stars know me well enough
to understand the grieving of my soul.
They wouldn't mock at me,
for they have seen me crying too many times.
Silently I watch the planets
and for a minute I stop to think
that I'm a bit like them:
I'm also orbiting around a glowing incandescent Sun,
but instead, I pay no attention to light
and I chose to focus
on the black background that surrounds me;
a dark infinite that minimizes me,
that reduces me to nothing.
And suddenly the inevitable questions arrive
Who am I in this endless cosmos?
A minuscule particle?
Or am I nothing at all?
I scream my questions to the void with anger
but there's no reply.
I want to know if I'm meaningless,
or if I'm worthy enough to be called
an important part of all this.
My mind and my soul decided then
that was time to come back.
And when they did,
they felt tired of the journey,
my hands felt empty without the answers
and my body felt ordinarily confined.
But I,
I felt infinite.
Walking through the lane, sad faces strikes hard on my heart.
Unfavorable conditions have clutched them in a fist.
Nature is working against them.
Those 'Pani puri' stalls, where happiness and excitement were hovering around all night.
Are vanished now.
Vendor's eyes were down, filled with stress, thought to earn for a living, making it more miserable.
Restaurants are empty.
Roads are empty.
Empty road, empty restaurant and the empty ground is not the place, where I desired to spend my life.
My heart sank.
The city, which is known for its festival, glamour, and food.
Has now, lost its charm.
But, the hope for a normal day is still burning in my heart.
Where I would be able to see happy faces, filled restaurants, excited people, and happiness flowing all over the city.
#review #blownguy #everyone
Unfavorable conditions have clutched them in a fist.
Nature is working against them.
Those 'Pani puri' stalls, where happiness and excitement were hovering around all night.
Are vanished now.
Vendor's eyes were down, filled with stress, thought to earn for a living, making it more miserable.
Restaurants are empty.
Roads are empty.
Empty road, empty restaurant and the empty ground is not the place, where I desired to spend my life.
My heart sank.
The city, which is known for its festival, glamour, and food.
Has now, lost its charm.
But, the hope for a normal day is still burning in my heart.
Where I would be able to see happy faces, filled restaurants, excited people, and happiness flowing all over the city.
#review #blownguy #everyone
#review #poetry
It all collapsed,in a sudden and has
Subsided me down deep in debris.
Pitch blackness throughout,
And fiasco in mind,chaotic voices can be heard,
And mouth full of blood broken teeth and mud.
In greased lightning pace,my heart pumps simultaneously,when
the span of life slumps,
And Yama dances on my head and prepares,
His chariot for my final ride ahead.
I hurl my hands and legs with great clout,
To emerge out,
I want to live,Yama,
I don't want to die yet, I'm young.
I force,press the debris under me,
To help me thrust upward,
I want to emerge free and
I Can no longer breathe easily.
But now,
I've maxed out my efforts,
And the will to endure has drained out too.
The Scot,the King has lost all hopes,
And also the hopes to gain hopes 'new'.
Alas!
I am joining Yama as he finishes the Tandava,
And slowly yet sweetly,my soul will exit
.
Note :Yama is a mythological Hindu God who is considered as God of Death.
It all collapsed,in a sudden and has
Subsided me down deep in debris.
Pitch blackness throughout,
And fiasco in mind,chaotic voices can be heard,
And mouth full of blood broken teeth and mud.
In greased lightning pace,my heart pumps simultaneously,when
the span of life slumps,
And Yama dances on my head and prepares,
His chariot for my final ride ahead.
I hurl my hands and legs with great clout,
To emerge out,
I want to live,Yama,
I don't want to die yet, I'm young.
I force,press the debris under me,
To help me thrust upward,
I want to emerge free and
I Can no longer breathe easily.
But now,
I've maxed out my efforts,
And the will to endure has drained out too.
The Scot,the King has lost all hopes,
And also the hopes to gain hopes 'new'.
Alas!
I am joining Yama as he finishes the Tandava,
And slowly yet sweetly,my soul will exit
.
Note :Yama is a mythological Hindu God who is considered as God of Death.
#microtale #review
There happened to be me, strolling down the road when the rain splashed all over me, and never can I feel more better in such rain. For long time, there has been no rain. Now it has, I felt it in a way to taste and consume every drop of it. I had my old armchair whose edges got wet, shabby smitten with the flunged on dust, parasites who sleep on them. I sat there, watched the street on my half wet chair and almost slept. The first rain. Someone knocked at the door, and when I opened it, it wasn't the usual sales. It was him, the person whom I never can forgive, yet never can forget. He was all so much wet in the rain, I couldn't see the tears in his eyes. Mom was standing besides us. He was trembling, was he from the numbing cold? He sat there, you see, that old sofa, and said in quiet voice. Amisha was so badly mutilated. I tried. The docs tried so bad. I can live without her. But how can I live with her invisible presence, all the time? I looked at my hands, yes, spots of blood, and so can I hear the docs saying I'm beyond saving. I wish I could've been with him. My ex. Bit more. I don't love him anymore. But I remember him always. And that stops me always to be in the solitude of memories.
There happened to be me, strolling down the road when the rain splashed all over me, and never can I feel more better in such rain. For long time, there has been no rain. Now it has, I felt it in a way to taste and consume every drop of it. I had my old armchair whose edges got wet, shabby smitten with the flunged on dust, parasites who sleep on them. I sat there, watched the street on my half wet chair and almost slept. The first rain. Someone knocked at the door, and when I opened it, it wasn't the usual sales. It was him, the person whom I never can forgive, yet never can forget. He was all so much wet in the rain, I couldn't see the tears in his eyes. Mom was standing besides us. He was trembling, was he from the numbing cold? He sat there, you see, that old sofa, and said in quiet voice. Amisha was so badly mutilated. I tried. The docs tried so bad. I can live without her. But how can I live with her invisible presence, all the time? I looked at my hands, yes, spots of blood, and so can I hear the docs saying I'm beyond saving. I wish I could've been with him. My ex. Bit more. I don't love him anymore. But I remember him always. And that stops me always to be in the solitude of memories.
Ravi, the most misinterpreted boy of the class, why you ask?, in graduation when he was in second semester, he had to rewrite the exams because he was suspended on grounds of cheating . How? Another sad story, he asked for a pen from a boy sitting right in front of his desk and the boy had hidden a big note in the pen's body for cheating. Ravi and the boy did not notice and took the pen. Everything went well, he wrote the exam and was confident of getting good marks. When he went to the teacher to submit the sheet, for some damn unfateful reason teacher's pen failed and he asked Ravi for a pen. Ravi not knowing about the hidden note handed him the pen and to his surprise when he was about to sign his sheet the pen opened from the back laying bare the long note prepared for cheating. He tried to explain but the teacher oh for the sake of God! refused to listen and took him to the Head of the Department who expelled him without listening to his side of the story, poor Ravi. Since them his reputation was soiled to be a cheater.
But how do I know so much, well I am his best friend. I have known Ravi for long, he was a thin boy of good height and weight but his bone framework suggested that he could be a good wrestling champion or a good basketball player. Had he been a wrestler he would have been undefeated. Broad shoulders, wide chest, long femur all things suggested that he could be a good wrestler. But nevertheless he was not interested in wrestling.
Having known him for long one thing I had understood. He had a good motivational front because the way he spoke about things with his sparking eyes beaming with confidence reflecting the confidence he had about what he was about to say was marvelous. Besides that he was always there for his friends, offering every help that he could offer and would go great lengths just to make you feel that he is there with you.
I remember visiting his home once. It was a three story structure built in a very shabby appearing and crowded marketplace. He was not from a well versed but a simple family. His family members included two younger sisters and an elder brother, all well educated but their father did not earn much and therefore his house lacked a few things which you would find in a normal household like a washing machine and refrigerator. They lived in a small house with not enough room for everyone. His mother was the sweetest thing, she was very welcoming and generous. With all those hardships , he was still happy to have been able to study always said that he would do something for their family one day. And the ambition he carried that would not wither with time given the confidence and motivation he had.
He shared his room with his brother with a bunker bed which he had outgrown since he was in highschool. and two study tables. Their had their belongings and the posters of Hindu Gods stuck at places where the plaster had come off. But he had dreams and his motivation came from the comic book he read. Superman was his ideal. He would buy each comic book of his favourite superhero and said he likes him for his will of steel and I guess that was his motivation. His brother was preparing for competitive exams so his room was full of books and hence there was little room to keep anything else.
He was a man of great will and any other person who met him was bound to get bowled over given his magical way of speaking. He would spin the web of his words so fine that you couldn't deny his ideology and would definitely want to stay with him for long. Although he was shy at meeting new people, but the moment he would start talking the person in front could only listen and would not be able to speak anything , mesmerized by his way is speaking. I have been his friend for two years and I know he would do great with his life. Given the personal traits he had he could become anything.
#wca #wcb
#TheIngloriuos
#review
But how do I know so much, well I am his best friend. I have known Ravi for long, he was a thin boy of good height and weight but his bone framework suggested that he could be a good wrestling champion or a good basketball player. Had he been a wrestler he would have been undefeated. Broad shoulders, wide chest, long femur all things suggested that he could be a good wrestler. But nevertheless he was not interested in wrestling.
Having known him for long one thing I had understood. He had a good motivational front because the way he spoke about things with his sparking eyes beaming with confidence reflecting the confidence he had about what he was about to say was marvelous. Besides that he was always there for his friends, offering every help that he could offer and would go great lengths just to make you feel that he is there with you.
I remember visiting his home once. It was a three story structure built in a very shabby appearing and crowded marketplace. He was not from a well versed but a simple family. His family members included two younger sisters and an elder brother, all well educated but their father did not earn much and therefore his house lacked a few things which you would find in a normal household like a washing machine and refrigerator. They lived in a small house with not enough room for everyone. His mother was the sweetest thing, she was very welcoming and generous. With all those hardships , he was still happy to have been able to study always said that he would do something for their family one day. And the ambition he carried that would not wither with time given the confidence and motivation he had.
He shared his room with his brother with a bunker bed which he had outgrown since he was in highschool. and two study tables. Their had their belongings and the posters of Hindu Gods stuck at places where the plaster had come off. But he had dreams and his motivation came from the comic book he read. Superman was his ideal. He would buy each comic book of his favourite superhero and said he likes him for his will of steel and I guess that was his motivation. His brother was preparing for competitive exams so his room was full of books and hence there was little room to keep anything else.
He was a man of great will and any other person who met him was bound to get bowled over given his magical way of speaking. He would spin the web of his words so fine that you couldn't deny his ideology and would definitely want to stay with him for long. Although he was shy at meeting new people, but the moment he would start talking the person in front could only listen and would not be able to speak anything , mesmerized by his way is speaking. I have been his friend for two years and I know he would do great with his life. Given the personal traits he had he could become anything.
#wca #wcb
#TheIngloriuos
#review
I wanna go back
...........................
I wanna go back, back to the
Back to the sunshine and golden hay
On my fathers shoulder soaked up in awe
Waving my hand to that airplane miles above
In all that I have seen so near or far
I miss my mothers hands through my hair
It seemed like a good idea, this growing up
But now it seems this trophy is just an empty cup
When my sister kissed my cheek
After I stole chocolates from the fridge
Running off with my brother to the movies
A penny on the street felt like i am goddamn rich
Oh I wanna go back to the good old days
Sitting with my friends by the lake after school
Skipping stones over the water for hours on an end
Or dancing without a care when I was surrounded by friends
That childhood was gold, oh wouldnt you say
How time stole it from me with every birthday
Now I am just an old man who walks alone with a cane
Sitting by the window, waiting for the angel to take me away
#The_Lost_Poet
#review
...........................
I wanna go back, back to the
Back to the sunshine and golden hay
On my fathers shoulder soaked up in awe
Waving my hand to that airplane miles above
In all that I have seen so near or far
I miss my mothers hands through my hair
It seemed like a good idea, this growing up
But now it seems this trophy is just an empty cup
When my sister kissed my cheek
After I stole chocolates from the fridge
Running off with my brother to the movies
A penny on the street felt like i am goddamn rich
Oh I wanna go back to the good old days
Sitting with my friends by the lake after school
Skipping stones over the water for hours on an end
Or dancing without a care when I was surrounded by friends
That childhood was gold, oh wouldnt you say
How time stole it from me with every birthday
Now I am just an old man who walks alone with a cane
Sitting by the window, waiting for the angel to take me away
#The_Lost_Poet
#review
#review #poetry #sk
Birds Of Darkness
‘May God protect us,’ the birds of darkness sing, but even they know, there is no such thing.
All of humanity is crying, as their despair seeks the divine, walking slowly on the path of sorrow, the masters desire freedom, at the cost of someone’s doom.
The worthless weep, as the world gets engulfed by war, and money blocks their hearts with a iron bar.
The elders watch as the acid of lies spread over the minds of innocent, influencing them to fight, and the poor have already lost all their rights.
There only lies misery on the surface, and the men who started this all are getting nervous.
The truth lies at the bottom of the ocean, keeping within itself all the betrayals, waiting for its revival.
No one knows when peace will be prominent, as only death seems dominant.
The devil watched this all and cries the tear of joy, as he laughs and grins, enjoying humans commit grave sins.
‘This was better than expected,’ he says, as he watches the humans so naïve dig their own graves.
The crows caw, as they symbolize the deaths of the gods, with their eyes shining in the mist in shroud.
The monsters, taking humans as aliases, walk the earth, and start a new era of distress.
The sun does not shine anymore, disappointed by the actions of the foolish, everyone is colder than the frozen ashes.
The Reaper is busy, reaping infinite souls, the world has already lost all its goals.
The dreams of the innocents are trampled upon, by the selfishness of the rich, may the world get torn apart, never again to be stitched.
The old generation thought only of profit, and the new generation will never know life, the present sufferers have only known hypocrites.
‘May the truth bloom and prosper,’ the birds of darkness wish with a dagger in their beaks, as this the world where the Gods have ceased to exist.
Birds Of Darkness
‘May God protect us,’ the birds of darkness sing, but even they know, there is no such thing.
All of humanity is crying, as their despair seeks the divine, walking slowly on the path of sorrow, the masters desire freedom, at the cost of someone’s doom.
The worthless weep, as the world gets engulfed by war, and money blocks their hearts with a iron bar.
The elders watch as the acid of lies spread over the minds of innocent, influencing them to fight, and the poor have already lost all their rights.
There only lies misery on the surface, and the men who started this all are getting nervous.
The truth lies at the bottom of the ocean, keeping within itself all the betrayals, waiting for its revival.
No one knows when peace will be prominent, as only death seems dominant.
The devil watched this all and cries the tear of joy, as he laughs and grins, enjoying humans commit grave sins.
‘This was better than expected,’ he says, as he watches the humans so naïve dig their own graves.
The crows caw, as they symbolize the deaths of the gods, with their eyes shining in the mist in shroud.
The monsters, taking humans as aliases, walk the earth, and start a new era of distress.
The sun does not shine anymore, disappointed by the actions of the foolish, everyone is colder than the frozen ashes.
The Reaper is busy, reaping infinite souls, the world has already lost all its goals.
The dreams of the innocents are trampled upon, by the selfishness of the rich, may the world get torn apart, never again to be stitched.
The old generation thought only of profit, and the new generation will never know life, the present sufferers have only known hypocrites.
‘May the truth bloom and prosper,’ the birds of darkness wish with a dagger in their beaks, as this the world where the Gods have ceased to exist.
#review #poetry #meredith
My body rests on a bed
but mind floats gently across the night sky,
and my soul soon starts to plunge
into the vastness of the universe.
I swim in cosmic dust,
I play with asteroids,
I taste the flavor of comets
and smell the fragance of darkness.
Isn't it paradoxical
that this dark void actually contains everything inside?
I introduce myself to the moons
but they ignore me.
You're too pretentious
-they say.
Only the stars know me well enough
to understand the grieving of my soul.
They wouldn't mock at me,
for they have seen me crying too many times.
Silently I watch the planets
and for a minute I stop to think
that I'm a bit like them:
I'm also orbiting around a glowing incandescent Sun,
but instead, I pay no attention to light
and I chose to focus
on the black background that surrounds me;
a dark infinite that minimizes me,
that reduces me to nothing.
And suddenly the inevitable questions arrive
Who am I in this endless cosmos?
A minuscule particle?
Or am I nothing at all?
I scream my questions to the void with anger
but there's no reply.
I want to know if I'm meaningless,
or if I'm worthy enough to be called
an important part of all this.
My mind and my soul decided then
that was time to come back.
And when they did,
they felt tired of the journey,
my hands felt empty without the answers
and my body felt ordinarily confined.
But I,
I felt infinite.
My body rests on a bed
but mind floats gently across the night sky,
and my soul soon starts to plunge
into the vastness of the universe.
I swim in cosmic dust,
I play with asteroids,
I taste the flavor of comets
and smell the fragance of darkness.
Isn't it paradoxical
that this dark void actually contains everything inside?
I introduce myself to the moons
but they ignore me.
You're too pretentious
-they say.
Only the stars know me well enough
to understand the grieving of my soul.
They wouldn't mock at me,
for they have seen me crying too many times.
Silently I watch the planets
and for a minute I stop to think
that I'm a bit like them:
I'm also orbiting around a glowing incandescent Sun,
but instead, I pay no attention to light
and I chose to focus
on the black background that surrounds me;
a dark infinite that minimizes me,
that reduces me to nothing.
And suddenly the inevitable questions arrive
Who am I in this endless cosmos?
A minuscule particle?
Or am I nothing at all?
I scream my questions to the void with anger
but there's no reply.
I want to know if I'm meaningless,
or if I'm worthy enough to be called
an important part of all this.
My mind and my soul decided then
that was time to come back.
And when they did,
they felt tired of the journey,
my hands felt empty without the answers
and my body felt ordinarily confined.
But I,
I felt infinite.
#review #romanticpoetry #pal
Perhaps we are oil and water
but it never mattered
as long as I'm close to you
If forever is a word,
let's make it our middle name.
Promise me, you'll never let my soul slip off yours
for they still converge.
Even if yours is oil
and mine water
Perhaps we are oil and water
but it never mattered
as long as I'm close to you
If forever is a word,
let's make it our middle name.
Promise me, you'll never let my soul slip off yours
for they still converge.
Even if yours is oil
and mine water
Tawang and Lintang
I want to be a lintang
And I want you to be my tawang
Let me be the brightest one
And tell the world that you're only mine
No matter how beautiful are the clouds
No matter how interesting are their words
If lintang isn't there
Tawang won't be the same
I hope you want to be the tawang
And I hope you want me to be your brightest lintang
Let people pay attention
And consider it as the purest intention
(Author's note: I'm sure some of you (or maybe all) don't know or don't understand what is tawang and lintang. In Javanese, "tawang" means sky, and "lintang" means star. I hope this little information helps!)
#review #kwan #poetry
I want to be a lintang
And I want you to be my tawang
Let me be the brightest one
And tell the world that you're only mine
No matter how beautiful are the clouds
No matter how interesting are their words
If lintang isn't there
Tawang won't be the same
I hope you want to be the tawang
And I hope you want me to be your brightest lintang
Let people pay attention
And consider it as the purest intention
(Author's note: I'm sure some of you (or maybe all) don't know or don't understand what is tawang and lintang. In Javanese, "tawang" means sky, and "lintang" means star. I hope this little information helps!)
#review #kwan #poetry
#review
#poem
#Aarushi
I was sinking deeper,
was it better of me?
Was the situation really
only what I could see?
The turmoil and dilemma,
were troubling my soul,
nothing pacified my inner self,
everything seemed foul.
In hopes of finding peace,
I began humming a morning assembly prayer,
the cloudiness in my vision flew out with tears,
comfort surged through me in shivers,
that was, I realised, the power of true prayers.
#poem
#Aarushi
I was sinking deeper,
was it better of me?
Was the situation really
only what I could see?
The turmoil and dilemma,
were troubling my soul,
nothing pacified my inner self,
everything seemed foul.
In hopes of finding peace,
I began humming a morning assembly prayer,
the cloudiness in my vision flew out with tears,
comfort surged through me in shivers,
that was, I realised, the power of true prayers.
*The Suicide Line*
*Part 2*
This morning when she left, he had no clue that this is the last time, he is seeing her alive in flesh and bones with her soul. When he returned, he yelled her name all around the room and found her floating on the water. With all the courage, he jumped into the water and held her into his arms, yes, she was dead, her body was cold and lifeless, her eyes wide open. Dizziness took over his body and he came out of the water leaving her body there. He loved her with all his heart, and they were getting married in next two weeks. The question which is haunting him now is why she killed herself?
“Tell me, we can drop the formalities of you working for helping people”, he said
“I don’t work here for money, sir”, I keep stalling him till the ambulance reach him.
“What’s your name?”, he asked clearly gulping something.
“Angelin”
“seriously, American name, I’m asking your real name”.
“Rumi” can’t tell any one my real name because of the privacy policies.
“Would you like to know mine, so we’re even?”
“please”, I requested knowing that it would buy you some time.
“Akio Mareo”, I’ve heard this name somewhere, unable to recall so I googled him.
Holy shit, he is ‘The Akio Mareo’, the famous painter who is known for his famous painting ‘the chaos’, but there is no news of his fiancé’s suicide. A painter is someone who never runs out of colors, his life is like a ray of white light, full of colors. But he feels too much sometimes, almost on the verge of spilling colors and Akio is on the hem of spilling blood.
“Rumi, are you still there?”, I took a deep breath and opened my eyes at the sound of his voice. His voice was trembling which makes me sure that he was sobbing.
“Yes sir, I’m here”
Three minutes had gone by since I had taken the call. I’m sure what I have to do. I had to keep him busy to that he doesn’t think about killing himself. I have to save this man.
This is my turn to ask him something, “if you’re so sure that you’re going to kill yourself, why did you call here, I’m pretty sure you are not looking for a stenographer”.
“I just want someone to know why I’m killing myself, unlike her, who left me without an explanation”
“No, that’s not why you’ve called”, I said crossing him
“don’t think for a second, you know better just because you work in a hotline and hear hundreds of stories in a day”, he snapped back
“I think you want to be saved. Everyone wants someone to pull them out from the darkness drowning them”, completely ignoring that he just lashed on me.
“This is a fucking black hole swallowing me”.
His Black suit fully drenched when he came out from the swimming pool not having the courage to pull her out. He went straight to the bathroom and removed the upper part of the tank of the toilet seat. He was sober since a month, but he can’t take it anymore. He wants someone to take his pain away, it is unbearable, grievous. It feels like yesterday only, the burn still lingered in his nose from marijuana, but years of practice had made him cautious about snorting too deeply but today he sniffed the drug so deeply as if his life depends on it. He spreads everything, pills, injections, joints of cocaine, heroin on the floor while snorting the joint in the hall, pulls out every bottle of alcohol. He opens his mobile phone. Her being a wall paper forced him to take a quick sniff in every 40 seconds. Marijuana started inducing the feeling of euphoria, all the happy moments stared playing in front of his eyes like a slide show. The drug stimulates the release of the reward chemical dopamine. He was smiling with his eyes full of tears. He started drinking to curb his hunger which was the result of the cannabis. Two hour passed of him smoking and drinking, he lie down on the floor and hugged the mobile phone to his chest, close to his heart, which she broke by leaving him alone.
#review #story #NoahLancaster
*Part 2*
This morning when she left, he had no clue that this is the last time, he is seeing her alive in flesh and bones with her soul. When he returned, he yelled her name all around the room and found her floating on the water. With all the courage, he jumped into the water and held her into his arms, yes, she was dead, her body was cold and lifeless, her eyes wide open. Dizziness took over his body and he came out of the water leaving her body there. He loved her with all his heart, and they were getting married in next two weeks. The question which is haunting him now is why she killed herself?
“Tell me, we can drop the formalities of you working for helping people”, he said
“I don’t work here for money, sir”, I keep stalling him till the ambulance reach him.
“What’s your name?”, he asked clearly gulping something.
“Angelin”
“seriously, American name, I’m asking your real name”.
“Rumi” can’t tell any one my real name because of the privacy policies.
“Would you like to know mine, so we’re even?”
“please”, I requested knowing that it would buy you some time.
“Akio Mareo”, I’ve heard this name somewhere, unable to recall so I googled him.
Holy shit, he is ‘The Akio Mareo’, the famous painter who is known for his famous painting ‘the chaos’, but there is no news of his fiancé’s suicide. A painter is someone who never runs out of colors, his life is like a ray of white light, full of colors. But he feels too much sometimes, almost on the verge of spilling colors and Akio is on the hem of spilling blood.
“Rumi, are you still there?”, I took a deep breath and opened my eyes at the sound of his voice. His voice was trembling which makes me sure that he was sobbing.
“Yes sir, I’m here”
Three minutes had gone by since I had taken the call. I’m sure what I have to do. I had to keep him busy to that he doesn’t think about killing himself. I have to save this man.
This is my turn to ask him something, “if you’re so sure that you’re going to kill yourself, why did you call here, I’m pretty sure you are not looking for a stenographer”.
“I just want someone to know why I’m killing myself, unlike her, who left me without an explanation”
“No, that’s not why you’ve called”, I said crossing him
“don’t think for a second, you know better just because you work in a hotline and hear hundreds of stories in a day”, he snapped back
“I think you want to be saved. Everyone wants someone to pull them out from the darkness drowning them”, completely ignoring that he just lashed on me.
“This is a fucking black hole swallowing me”.
His Black suit fully drenched when he came out from the swimming pool not having the courage to pull her out. He went straight to the bathroom and removed the upper part of the tank of the toilet seat. He was sober since a month, but he can’t take it anymore. He wants someone to take his pain away, it is unbearable, grievous. It feels like yesterday only, the burn still lingered in his nose from marijuana, but years of practice had made him cautious about snorting too deeply but today he sniffed the drug so deeply as if his life depends on it. He spreads everything, pills, injections, joints of cocaine, heroin on the floor while snorting the joint in the hall, pulls out every bottle of alcohol. He opens his mobile phone. Her being a wall paper forced him to take a quick sniff in every 40 seconds. Marijuana started inducing the feeling of euphoria, all the happy moments stared playing in front of his eyes like a slide show. The drug stimulates the release of the reward chemical dopamine. He was smiling with his eyes full of tears. He started drinking to curb his hunger which was the result of the cannabis. Two hour passed of him smoking and drinking, he lie down on the floor and hugged the mobile phone to his chest, close to his heart, which she broke by leaving him alone.
#review #story #NoahLancaster
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 11
CONDITION: MYSTERY
PROMPT: It was Christmas after all, the lights might have been extremely unsafe but…
They still had to drive to the other side of town. St. Richard's Manor. That’s where their stories begun. They were bound to the family tradition as long as they lived.
Cody drove through the woods each year, seeing the river reminded him of father. Trent stuck to the highway. The scorpion sting at age nine ruined the woods for him. Each year, they’d wait at the junction not moving their cars till the trio was complete. Dan was almost always the last one there. He’d blame his wife but the boys suspected otherwise. They could tell he hadn’t let go of his “pretty boy” fixation.
Abigail beamed as she watched them pull up in the forecourt. Her boys were home! Drew had replaced his father as gatekeeper. Seeing him after so long excited the boys. He was like a brother to them. The help came out to welcome the heirs of the Manor. They were unfamiliar faces, probably new recruits.
It was the usual. Dan with his prim and proper kids eating quietly. Trent beside his high-maintenance chatter box wife and kid. Cody, being dodgy about when he would get married. That topic changed quicker each year. They’d talk, laugh and throw shades at each other over food. The boys never really grew. It was peace to Abigail’s frail heart. As the night began, it ended. The wives and kids stayed inside with Abigail a bit longer. The three walked to the cars to wait for them as usual…
“Cody, I think the woods got offended by your ride this year.” Trent said as he pointed to the oil pool.
“Damn! Just what I needed.” Cody continued in disbelief.
“It couldn’t have been the woods.” Dan spoke up.
“Yes, wise one, go on”. Trent joked.
“This isn’t the time for your jokes Trent.” Cody's glare pierced Trent.
“As I was saying…” Dan was still an attention seeker. His little brothers fixed their eyes on him before he continued. “There’s no oil trail. The leak started here…”
“You’re right! But who? When? How?” Cody quizzed.
His desperation for answers was met with empty stares. No one was in the position to answer. No one except those who were outside the house.
“I can swear it’s the bald one that came out to meet us...” Trent began.
Forsaking prejudice, Dan hoped Trent wasn’t goofing again, “ Why him?”
“Suspicious nose!” Trent said proudly and made for his car before the backlash came.
“You better run!” Cody threatened. “Disappointment! Dan, you're laughing at such a critical time?”
“Oh Codester, you’re just peeved because Trent has the funny genes.”
“Guys, I’ll head out to get help for Cody's thrashed ride.” Trent said from his car.
Ignition. Trent’s SUV woke up wearily. It's maintenance was long overdue. He backed out of the parking space with some discomfort. Something wasn’t grooving right.
Cody burst into laughter. Dan confused and Trent concerned. Had anger driven Cody's sanity to the edge?
“Hey, what’s so funny?” Trent quizzed from his car.
Curious as well, Dan fixed his attention on Cody.
“Trent, looks like the scorpion got your wheels this time.”
Cody cackled on. Dan joined in too.
Trent stomped out of his car after taking the bitter pill.
“Enough of this! Someone is out to get us.”
“Drew! He was out the whole time. He should have seen something.” Dan came in.
Cody gathered himself. The three looked towards the gate. No sign of Drew.
“You must be kidding!”
“Leave it to Drew’s poor work ethics to leave our stuff unguarded.”
“I’m sure it’s his weak bladder.”
The three said oldest to youngest as they hastily made for Drew's quarters.
…
“Drew!” Trent roared as he barged in.
Cody cupped his mouth in shock. Dan couldn’t move…
There had been a struggle. Drew was overpowered. They weren’t sure he was breathing...
#MA #review #shortstory
DAY 11
CONDITION: MYSTERY
PROMPT: It was Christmas after all, the lights might have been extremely unsafe but…
They still had to drive to the other side of town. St. Richard's Manor. That’s where their stories begun. They were bound to the family tradition as long as they lived.
Cody drove through the woods each year, seeing the river reminded him of father. Trent stuck to the highway. The scorpion sting at age nine ruined the woods for him. Each year, they’d wait at the junction not moving their cars till the trio was complete. Dan was almost always the last one there. He’d blame his wife but the boys suspected otherwise. They could tell he hadn’t let go of his “pretty boy” fixation.
Abigail beamed as she watched them pull up in the forecourt. Her boys were home! Drew had replaced his father as gatekeeper. Seeing him after so long excited the boys. He was like a brother to them. The help came out to welcome the heirs of the Manor. They were unfamiliar faces, probably new recruits.
It was the usual. Dan with his prim and proper kids eating quietly. Trent beside his high-maintenance chatter box wife and kid. Cody, being dodgy about when he would get married. That topic changed quicker each year. They’d talk, laugh and throw shades at each other over food. The boys never really grew. It was peace to Abigail’s frail heart. As the night began, it ended. The wives and kids stayed inside with Abigail a bit longer. The three walked to the cars to wait for them as usual…
“Cody, I think the woods got offended by your ride this year.” Trent said as he pointed to the oil pool.
“Damn! Just what I needed.” Cody continued in disbelief.
“It couldn’t have been the woods.” Dan spoke up.
“Yes, wise one, go on”. Trent joked.
“This isn’t the time for your jokes Trent.” Cody's glare pierced Trent.
“As I was saying…” Dan was still an attention seeker. His little brothers fixed their eyes on him before he continued. “There’s no oil trail. The leak started here…”
“You’re right! But who? When? How?” Cody quizzed.
His desperation for answers was met with empty stares. No one was in the position to answer. No one except those who were outside the house.
“I can swear it’s the bald one that came out to meet us...” Trent began.
Forsaking prejudice, Dan hoped Trent wasn’t goofing again, “ Why him?”
“Suspicious nose!” Trent said proudly and made for his car before the backlash came.
“You better run!” Cody threatened. “Disappointment! Dan, you're laughing at such a critical time?”
“Oh Codester, you’re just peeved because Trent has the funny genes.”
“Guys, I’ll head out to get help for Cody's thrashed ride.” Trent said from his car.
Ignition. Trent’s SUV woke up wearily. It's maintenance was long overdue. He backed out of the parking space with some discomfort. Something wasn’t grooving right.
Cody burst into laughter. Dan confused and Trent concerned. Had anger driven Cody's sanity to the edge?
“Hey, what’s so funny?” Trent quizzed from his car.
Curious as well, Dan fixed his attention on Cody.
“Trent, looks like the scorpion got your wheels this time.”
Cody cackled on. Dan joined in too.
Trent stomped out of his car after taking the bitter pill.
“Enough of this! Someone is out to get us.”
“Drew! He was out the whole time. He should have seen something.” Dan came in.
Cody gathered himself. The three looked towards the gate. No sign of Drew.
“You must be kidding!”
“Leave it to Drew’s poor work ethics to leave our stuff unguarded.”
“I’m sure it’s his weak bladder.”
The three said oldest to youngest as they hastily made for Drew's quarters.
…
“Drew!” Trent roared as he barged in.
Cody cupped his mouth in shock. Dan couldn’t move…
There had been a struggle. Drew was overpowered. They weren’t sure he was breathing...
#MA #review #shortstory
Ravaging
Summon and his colleagues were up for a meat party, he with his companions had bought the very antique piece of a rare variety of bats flesh. The logs of wood were offered to the dazzling fire engiting its flame, and with hot iron sticks he cleaned and pierced the bat squeezing some lemon and salt.meat tastes best at its par cooked state was his philosophy.
There were 7 bats in total, small rat like size roasting with a smell of raw timber getting naturalised.They all were sitting on a sandy shallow side of a river, with a cozy green cover surrounding the vicinity. By now the smell of the roasted flesh had filled the near nature. Summon was dribbling at its sight! . Feeling the taste of flesh by a sense of touch was also a way he conversed with food.
Finally he was ready. He took one of the sticks which had two roasted bats. It was burning hot but his hands were accused of tearing hot flesh. He tore a bit and forced into his mouth. Ah! What a wonderful taste it was the perfect par cooked bat with a number taste which he had never came across with. Summon was like a wild animal he lost his consciousness on the sight of meat, he tore the pieces and ate it bit by bit soaking all its pleasurable memory.
After he and his friends were done with it. He took the heart out raw which he has preserved for the end. It was dripping with blood, a small tiny piece, he took it from the earthen pot and locked in his safety of hands, to feel the real taste eat it raw was his policy the warmth of his hands would be enough to cook it his friends were not up to this but he was adamant to eat it.
After a wait of a minute- century he finally made its way to his mouth,puce color blood was flowing over his lips.It was the best thing that he has tasted till date.
#review #shortstory #shashwat
Summon and his colleagues were up for a meat party, he with his companions had bought the very antique piece of a rare variety of bats flesh. The logs of wood were offered to the dazzling fire engiting its flame, and with hot iron sticks he cleaned and pierced the bat squeezing some lemon and salt.meat tastes best at its par cooked state was his philosophy.
There were 7 bats in total, small rat like size roasting with a smell of raw timber getting naturalised.They all were sitting on a sandy shallow side of a river, with a cozy green cover surrounding the vicinity. By now the smell of the roasted flesh had filled the near nature. Summon was dribbling at its sight! . Feeling the taste of flesh by a sense of touch was also a way he conversed with food.
Finally he was ready. He took one of the sticks which had two roasted bats. It was burning hot but his hands were accused of tearing hot flesh. He tore a bit and forced into his mouth. Ah! What a wonderful taste it was the perfect par cooked bat with a number taste which he had never came across with. Summon was like a wild animal he lost his consciousness on the sight of meat, he tore the pieces and ate it bit by bit soaking all its pleasurable memory.
After he and his friends were done with it. He took the heart out raw which he has preserved for the end. It was dripping with blood, a small tiny piece, he took it from the earthen pot and locked in his safety of hands, to feel the real taste eat it raw was his policy the warmth of his hands would be enough to cook it his friends were not up to this but he was adamant to eat it.
After a wait of a minute- century he finally made its way to his mouth,puce color blood was flowing over his lips.It was the best thing that he has tasted till date.
#review #shortstory #shashwat
Alter Ego Part 1
“Through every dark night, there’s a bright day after that” great words by Tupac, you will never know its value unless you experience it.
When you are on the bright side you don’t want to look back so as I, confident about my future. It was the first day of my college, I was so anxious and excited though it was not what I anticipated. Any port in a storm, as they say. I got into the college bus it’s vacant. I sat in the front row to relax myself and stretched my legs, so it will not cramp as ever.
I leaned towards the window, looked outside. People at the stop started to get in, my eyes were on a girl talking on her phone whose hair was glistening. While I was looking at her beautiful hair, she walked towards me and bawled “it‟s for Ladies”.I turned my head back and towards her, she narrowed her eyes and her face roasted as a nut and seemed as if she was going to punch me if I stay there, so I gave a quick smile and moved.
I wondered how I can move in that flock and made my way slowly watching my steps not to get yelled by someone for crushing their feet, but I accidentally poked into someone‟s eye. He screamed loudly and I apologised to him. After an hour of the tiresome journey I got out of the bus where I didn’t have a familiar face except the person whom I poked, he was looking me.
I went to him with a smile saying “I am sorry”.
It‟s ok he replied
I continued with a smile, “Do you know room 207?”
“Are you mechanical ? My friend is also of the same group” he pointed at the person next to him.He was a little fat for his height.
He looked at me and told “Let‟s go.”
I made a little conversation by asking, “Where do you stay?”
“SR colony and you ? “
“Few block’s ahead”
I smiled back.“Do you know what our first class is going to be?”
“It’s just an orientation class.”
We entered the class and looked for some place to sit. Within minutes, the lecturer entered the class.“A very good morning friends! Maybe you’re excited about your new class,” he said with a little smile.
“ Ok, let‟s start introducing ourselves, starting from the guy over there, please introduce yourself and tell me about the dream you want to achieve.”
When my turn came, I stood up and took a little breath, “I don’t know how long I will live, but I want my name to live longer than I”.
The lecturer was tranquil with it that and wished “Hope you make head way “
“So what do you want to be?” I clearly didn't have any idea. Beneath my confidence some darkness was hiding and I didn’t want it to win. So I briefed, “I am afraid that it won’t come true if I say them.”
“The first half was so good, but the second half gave me a cancer” he joked.
He gestured me to sit as he gave a great motivational class to boost our morale. In that
way first day of my college ended.
#review #shortstory
“Through every dark night, there’s a bright day after that” great words by Tupac, you will never know its value unless you experience it.
When you are on the bright side you don’t want to look back so as I, confident about my future. It was the first day of my college, I was so anxious and excited though it was not what I anticipated. Any port in a storm, as they say. I got into the college bus it’s vacant. I sat in the front row to relax myself and stretched my legs, so it will not cramp as ever.
I leaned towards the window, looked outside. People at the stop started to get in, my eyes were on a girl talking on her phone whose hair was glistening. While I was looking at her beautiful hair, she walked towards me and bawled “it‟s for Ladies”.I turned my head back and towards her, she narrowed her eyes and her face roasted as a nut and seemed as if she was going to punch me if I stay there, so I gave a quick smile and moved.
I wondered how I can move in that flock and made my way slowly watching my steps not to get yelled by someone for crushing their feet, but I accidentally poked into someone‟s eye. He screamed loudly and I apologised to him. After an hour of the tiresome journey I got out of the bus where I didn’t have a familiar face except the person whom I poked, he was looking me.
I went to him with a smile saying “I am sorry”.
It‟s ok he replied
I continued with a smile, “Do you know room 207?”
“Are you mechanical ? My friend is also of the same group” he pointed at the person next to him.He was a little fat for his height.
He looked at me and told “Let‟s go.”
I made a little conversation by asking, “Where do you stay?”
“SR colony and you ? “
“Few block’s ahead”
I smiled back.“Do you know what our first class is going to be?”
“It’s just an orientation class.”
We entered the class and looked for some place to sit. Within minutes, the lecturer entered the class.“A very good morning friends! Maybe you’re excited about your new class,” he said with a little smile.
“ Ok, let‟s start introducing ourselves, starting from the guy over there, please introduce yourself and tell me about the dream you want to achieve.”
When my turn came, I stood up and took a little breath, “I don’t know how long I will live, but I want my name to live longer than I”.
The lecturer was tranquil with it that and wished “Hope you make head way “
“So what do you want to be?” I clearly didn't have any idea. Beneath my confidence some darkness was hiding and I didn’t want it to win. So I briefed, “I am afraid that it won’t come true if I say them.”
“The first half was so good, but the second half gave me a cancer” he joked.
He gestured me to sit as he gave a great motivational class to boost our morale. In that
way first day of my college ended.
#review #shortstory
Alter Ego Part 2
As the days passed with bunking classes, copying from friends Home assignment, night outs, low grades, and backlogs similar as in five point someone of Chetan Bhagat. But here I am lone ranger. By fourth year thousand of my thoughts converged in one, to be placed in a company
Finally, the day of validation arrived. It was the day to know our worth, the cream of the crop has nothing to worry about, but for us it was a bundle of nerves. It was placements time.I groomed up, put on a new oxford shirt and a pair of trousers. After completion of written test we were asked to wait until the shortlisted candidates are announced. We're told not to leave the campus, the clock kept ticking, but the results weren't out yet.
I was getting the jitters with every second of waiting. So to divert my mind, I opened my phone and logged into Facebook but its password error and I recalled that I had changed my password recently. I changed it after reading an article “how password changed my life” where a divorcee to forget his ex, changed his password as 4get@Her and it worked. Later he tried with #Quitsmoking and it worked too.
Therefore, I adopted his idea. When I logged in, suddenly a photo made my blood run cold, I thought it must be a hoax but it was true. The silence in the hall broke as the shortlisted candidates were announced and I was not in. The door was locked. I checked for the spare keys in my bag and opened the door.
Someone was there on the chair. I turned the light on. It was Sasi, sitting on the chair
and he was smiling. I rubbed my eyes. There was no one, I was just imagining it.
As I walked towards the fridge there was a sticky-note saying “Have your supper, I will
be back soon”. I opened the dish on the dining but I wasn‟t in the mood to eat at all.
I thought of having a shower and my mind started to swing between highs and traumas.
I walked out of the shower, I was feeling tired and lost. I fell back on the bed dangling in
my memories thinking where it all started.
When I was in 8th grade, my sister gifted me „Wings of fire‟. After reading it, I was
determined to be an Aeronautical-Engineer like him.
When my 10th results were out, I didn‟t score much. I never wanted to be in rats race.
Our parents never cared about our marks but they wanted us to learn. After the result I
started making my strategy.
I never thought that I was counting the eggs before they hatched. To achieve my goal I
needed to get into the best college of India for which I needed IIT coaching.
Unlike other states, our state has a junior-college system. My father suggested me
joining the college where my sibling studied.
At the college, the receptionist was busy with her bill. When we asked her about the
admission, she told us to meet the person next to her who was sitting at the help desk.
He greeted us. I smiled back. My dad got into the topic without delay. He asked for my
10th standard marks. Its 72%. They needed 90% or above to sharpen their brains. He
put a reluctant face looking at me.
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As the days passed with bunking classes, copying from friends Home assignment, night outs, low grades, and backlogs similar as in five point someone of Chetan Bhagat. But here I am lone ranger. By fourth year thousand of my thoughts converged in one, to be placed in a company
Finally, the day of validation arrived. It was the day to know our worth, the cream of the crop has nothing to worry about, but for us it was a bundle of nerves. It was placements time.I groomed up, put on a new oxford shirt and a pair of trousers. After completion of written test we were asked to wait until the shortlisted candidates are announced. We're told not to leave the campus, the clock kept ticking, but the results weren't out yet.
I was getting the jitters with every second of waiting. So to divert my mind, I opened my phone and logged into Facebook but its password error and I recalled that I had changed my password recently. I changed it after reading an article “how password changed my life” where a divorcee to forget his ex, changed his password as 4get@Her and it worked. Later he tried with #Quitsmoking and it worked too.
Therefore, I adopted his idea. When I logged in, suddenly a photo made my blood run cold, I thought it must be a hoax but it was true. The silence in the hall broke as the shortlisted candidates were announced and I was not in. The door was locked. I checked for the spare keys in my bag and opened the door.
Someone was there on the chair. I turned the light on. It was Sasi, sitting on the chair
and he was smiling. I rubbed my eyes. There was no one, I was just imagining it.
As I walked towards the fridge there was a sticky-note saying “Have your supper, I will
be back soon”. I opened the dish on the dining but I wasn‟t in the mood to eat at all.
I thought of having a shower and my mind started to swing between highs and traumas.
I walked out of the shower, I was feeling tired and lost. I fell back on the bed dangling in
my memories thinking where it all started.
When I was in 8th grade, my sister gifted me „Wings of fire‟. After reading it, I was
determined to be an Aeronautical-Engineer like him.
When my 10th results were out, I didn‟t score much. I never wanted to be in rats race.
Our parents never cared about our marks but they wanted us to learn. After the result I
started making my strategy.
I never thought that I was counting the eggs before they hatched. To achieve my goal I
needed to get into the best college of India for which I needed IIT coaching.
Unlike other states, our state has a junior-college system. My father suggested me
joining the college where my sibling studied.
At the college, the receptionist was busy with her bill. When we asked her about the
admission, she told us to meet the person next to her who was sitting at the help desk.
He greeted us. I smiled back. My dad got into the topic without delay. He asked for my
10th standard marks. Its 72%. They needed 90% or above to sharpen their brains. He
put a reluctant face looking at me.
#review #shortstory