Sometimes I question myself, “What is death?”
Is it something that happens when we permanently cease our breath?
Or is it what our holy mythological books describe?
That the soul leaves the body and in the greater power it imbibes!
Some of them believe we die to be born in the mortal world again,
While some give theories which even they can’t explain!
But don’t we die when we lose our morals and forget our ethics?
When we commit a crime destroying god’s aesthetics!
We behave like demons, leaving the actual living nature,
Harass or kill someone and increase our fake evil stature!
Our body may look fine outside, but the soul inside is dead,
Grief and destruction of friends and family is the thing which lies ahead!
Or don’t we die when within us our identity is lost?
And in the sea of uncertainty, our existence is tossed!
We live without dreams of doing things which we never desired,
Sacrificing our thoughts of living in a way which we always aspired!
Living up to someone else’s expectations, choking our own,
Inside we die waiting for someone to hear our moans!
Or maybe we perish when all our hopes are shattered,
When the happiness of our lives into pieces is scattered!
Gradually all the motivation from our life disappears,
So to the path of depression, the vehicle of our life steers.
The person may laugh outside but inside he is crying,
It becomes even more difficult to ask for help when the spirit is dying!
We die many times before we face actual death,
But it’s up to us to revive ourselves or lay our wreath!
Just like games, our life also has the option to respawn,
No one knows about rebirth, but in this life, I believe we can be reborn!
A little belief with a pinch of happiness can help us pass a terrible phase,
Because life has everything, only we can decide what we have to chase!
#review #themodernsaint #death
Is it something that happens when we permanently cease our breath?
Or is it what our holy mythological books describe?
That the soul leaves the body and in the greater power it imbibes!
Some of them believe we die to be born in the mortal world again,
While some give theories which even they can’t explain!
But don’t we die when we lose our morals and forget our ethics?
When we commit a crime destroying god’s aesthetics!
We behave like demons, leaving the actual living nature,
Harass or kill someone and increase our fake evil stature!
Our body may look fine outside, but the soul inside is dead,
Grief and destruction of friends and family is the thing which lies ahead!
Or don’t we die when within us our identity is lost?
And in the sea of uncertainty, our existence is tossed!
We live without dreams of doing things which we never desired,
Sacrificing our thoughts of living in a way which we always aspired!
Living up to someone else’s expectations, choking our own,
Inside we die waiting for someone to hear our moans!
Or maybe we perish when all our hopes are shattered,
When the happiness of our lives into pieces is scattered!
Gradually all the motivation from our life disappears,
So to the path of depression, the vehicle of our life steers.
The person may laugh outside but inside he is crying,
It becomes even more difficult to ask for help when the spirit is dying!
We die many times before we face actual death,
But it’s up to us to revive ourselves or lay our wreath!
Just like games, our life also has the option to respawn,
No one knows about rebirth, but in this life, I believe we can be reborn!
A little belief with a pinch of happiness can help us pass a terrible phase,
Because life has everything, only we can decide what we have to chase!
#review #themodernsaint #death
#Saviour #poetry #review
||The Whims and Caprices of A one sided lover.||
When a war was unleashed between the mind and heart,
It seemed as if the mountains had torn apart.
I was confused which side to take
For my one- sided love was at the stake.
Both began to lure me,
Into accepting their own line of thought.
I was amazed to see how vigorously
The two great powers fought.
The heart commenced with great enthusiasm,
Singing praises of my beloved.
To whom my entire life was dedicated,
Whose name was in my heart engraved.
She is so divinely beautiful,
So talented and so smart.
Is it any wonder that she,
On the first sight, stole your heart.
She possesses the grace of a swan,
The tenderness of a sapling,
The beauty of a spring rose,
The majesty of a king.
She stands out among the other mortals
Like a swan in a flock of ravens.
Her descent on this earth was a mistake of gods;
Her place is actually in the heavens.
Her touch gives life and vitality
Even to the feelings forgotten and unknown.
On the ground where she treads her soft feet
The fragrance lingers long after she is gone.
When she dances it seems
That the angels of skies have undergone an incarnation.
For redefining the fine art in a sublime way;
To elevate it to a new dimension.
While she reaches the zenith during a dance,
Her Nightingale voice robs you of your frets and fears.
Her sweet melodious song feels as if
The heavenly nectar is dripping in your ears.
Does anyone possess even a fragment of the chastity
That illuminates her divine face.
Was there ever someone so worthy of being possessed
In the entire human race.
Her very smile is enough
To send you soaring in the sky of delight.
Roaming freely on the clouds of ecstasy,
Or strolling on a beach on a full moon night.
Your thoughts have unveiled a new horizon,
She has inspired your fantasy to explore new heights.
With her you have spent your most cherished moments,
In her dreams you have sighed out many sleepless nights.
Now it was the turn of my mind
To furnish its arguments against those of the heart.
While the heart had won over my feelings and emotions,
the mind had to rely on my rational part.
She may be smart, beautiful and talented
Even a diva or fairy for you:
But one thing you may take for granted
That she is not in love with you.
You yourself are quite a unique set
Of qualities, achievements and talents.
Then why have you embarked on this path of love,
Where the future points only to grief and laments.
You can withstand hard times, no doubt
Or even recollect memories that leave you sore.
But the fangs of one-sided love are, my friend,
In faith, too painful to endure.
She is not the only one beautiful
There are millions like her in this world
Moreover wasting time over a futile one-sided love
Is the stupidest thing I ever heard.
So, stop living in a fantasy world
Pull yourself out of this state of trance.
Instead of devoting your life to her,
Take a path where you at least get a chance.
Your love has no meaning for her
So better forget this weird love-mess.
Clear your mind of her memories
And start a new journey afresh.
Now that both the mind and heart were done,
It was my turn to take a decision.
The course of the battle now entirely depended
On my judgement’s wisdom and precision.
Though both had fought exceptionally well,
The victor for me was the heart.
For the truth was simply that
It had swayed my whims from the very start.
And so I began the final task,
To bring this argument to a solution.
To justify my true love for my beloved
And to end all this confusion.
True love has no expectations,
True love has no demands,
It makes you a king without a crown
And places the whole world in your hands.
To gain her is not my motive
Attaining her won’t be an achievement
If the purpose of love too is to gain something
What else is left in this world for contentment.
She may not be in love with me
She may not be mine in this birth
But in relishing my love for her
I realized my own worth.
My love has transformed me into a new person
It has given me divine insights.
||The Whims and Caprices of A one sided lover.||
When a war was unleashed between the mind and heart,
It seemed as if the mountains had torn apart.
I was confused which side to take
For my one- sided love was at the stake.
Both began to lure me,
Into accepting their own line of thought.
I was amazed to see how vigorously
The two great powers fought.
The heart commenced with great enthusiasm,
Singing praises of my beloved.
To whom my entire life was dedicated,
Whose name was in my heart engraved.
She is so divinely beautiful,
So talented and so smart.
Is it any wonder that she,
On the first sight, stole your heart.
She possesses the grace of a swan,
The tenderness of a sapling,
The beauty of a spring rose,
The majesty of a king.
She stands out among the other mortals
Like a swan in a flock of ravens.
Her descent on this earth was a mistake of gods;
Her place is actually in the heavens.
Her touch gives life and vitality
Even to the feelings forgotten and unknown.
On the ground where she treads her soft feet
The fragrance lingers long after she is gone.
When she dances it seems
That the angels of skies have undergone an incarnation.
For redefining the fine art in a sublime way;
To elevate it to a new dimension.
While she reaches the zenith during a dance,
Her Nightingale voice robs you of your frets and fears.
Her sweet melodious song feels as if
The heavenly nectar is dripping in your ears.
Does anyone possess even a fragment of the chastity
That illuminates her divine face.
Was there ever someone so worthy of being possessed
In the entire human race.
Her very smile is enough
To send you soaring in the sky of delight.
Roaming freely on the clouds of ecstasy,
Or strolling on a beach on a full moon night.
Your thoughts have unveiled a new horizon,
She has inspired your fantasy to explore new heights.
With her you have spent your most cherished moments,
In her dreams you have sighed out many sleepless nights.
Now it was the turn of my mind
To furnish its arguments against those of the heart.
While the heart had won over my feelings and emotions,
the mind had to rely on my rational part.
She may be smart, beautiful and talented
Even a diva or fairy for you:
But one thing you may take for granted
That she is not in love with you.
You yourself are quite a unique set
Of qualities, achievements and talents.
Then why have you embarked on this path of love,
Where the future points only to grief and laments.
You can withstand hard times, no doubt
Or even recollect memories that leave you sore.
But the fangs of one-sided love are, my friend,
In faith, too painful to endure.
She is not the only one beautiful
There are millions like her in this world
Moreover wasting time over a futile one-sided love
Is the stupidest thing I ever heard.
So, stop living in a fantasy world
Pull yourself out of this state of trance.
Instead of devoting your life to her,
Take a path where you at least get a chance.
Your love has no meaning for her
So better forget this weird love-mess.
Clear your mind of her memories
And start a new journey afresh.
Now that both the mind and heart were done,
It was my turn to take a decision.
The course of the battle now entirely depended
On my judgement’s wisdom and precision.
Though both had fought exceptionally well,
The victor for me was the heart.
For the truth was simply that
It had swayed my whims from the very start.
And so I began the final task,
To bring this argument to a solution.
To justify my true love for my beloved
And to end all this confusion.
True love has no expectations,
True love has no demands,
It makes you a king without a crown
And places the whole world in your hands.
To gain her is not my motive
Attaining her won’t be an achievement
If the purpose of love too is to gain something
What else is left in this world for contentment.
She may not be in love with me
She may not be mine in this birth
But in relishing my love for her
I realized my own worth.
My love has transformed me into a new person
It has given me divine insights.
#review #poetry #sk
Before you read; sorry if this looks unsatisfactory cause I wrote this in like 15 minutes? And did not care to edit.
It's dedicated to justice
Requiem Of Their Wills
The world is rotten, what might justice be?
The wicked seek protection from the weak.
The powerful resist their clutches, leaving the powerless behind,
The sane men of the west have already lost their minds.
The devil watched the men fall into an era of darkness,
The angels suffer, in this muddled up state of their conscience.
The double edged sword of justice cuts through the crowd,
Taking out both, good and evil in this shroud.
The innocents perish and the guilty are free,
The morals of the vice fall like leaves from a broken tree.
The neutral cannot repent, nor can they ignore,
The flag bearers of justice are no more.
Can you hear their shouts, O flower born out in a faraway town?
They cannot attain salvation, nor they can run, only their bodies drown.
The clouds of lies make the truth shady,
And the mist makes it hazy.
Their memories fade as they insist,
They have failed their purpose and cannot even resist.
This messed up world recognises a God, but forgets to acknowledge someone's rights,
They say that he will appear and lead their fights.
Reality makes them uneasy, and shadows seem warm,
The world is obviously cruel and to them even hell feels like home.
They watch as the humans turn into monsters, greedy blood dropping from their eyes,
Even the fools have the courage to challenge the wise.
They watch as humanity falls and rises, crashing into the void,
But their are few whom they cannot avoid.
They believe that one day those man made monsters will know god's wrath,
The heavens will shake and even the hell will cry.
May the world find something worthy and true,
Not some made up stories of someone who had already died, or some beautifully constructed lies.
They believe that one day the reality will be dead, and only truth shall prevail,
Finally will this tragedy and betrayal end, and they are sure everybody is wishing the same.
May the dagger of truth penetrate the heart of lies,
And the host of these fake phantasm shall die.
Alas! Their dreams might never come true,
but if they are fulfilled, they will be called the requiem of their wills.
-by Lucifer Mishra
Before you read; sorry if this looks unsatisfactory cause I wrote this in like 15 minutes? And did not care to edit.
It's dedicated to justice
Requiem Of Their Wills
The world is rotten, what might justice be?
The wicked seek protection from the weak.
The powerful resist their clutches, leaving the powerless behind,
The sane men of the west have already lost their minds.
The devil watched the men fall into an era of darkness,
The angels suffer, in this muddled up state of their conscience.
The double edged sword of justice cuts through the crowd,
Taking out both, good and evil in this shroud.
The innocents perish and the guilty are free,
The morals of the vice fall like leaves from a broken tree.
The neutral cannot repent, nor can they ignore,
The flag bearers of justice are no more.
Can you hear their shouts, O flower born out in a faraway town?
They cannot attain salvation, nor they can run, only their bodies drown.
The clouds of lies make the truth shady,
And the mist makes it hazy.
Their memories fade as they insist,
They have failed their purpose and cannot even resist.
This messed up world recognises a God, but forgets to acknowledge someone's rights,
They say that he will appear and lead their fights.
Reality makes them uneasy, and shadows seem warm,
The world is obviously cruel and to them even hell feels like home.
They watch as the humans turn into monsters, greedy blood dropping from their eyes,
Even the fools have the courage to challenge the wise.
They watch as humanity falls and rises, crashing into the void,
But their are few whom they cannot avoid.
They believe that one day those man made monsters will know god's wrath,
The heavens will shake and even the hell will cry.
May the world find something worthy and true,
Not some made up stories of someone who had already died, or some beautifully constructed lies.
They believe that one day the reality will be dead, and only truth shall prevail,
Finally will this tragedy and betrayal end, and they are sure everybody is wishing the same.
May the dagger of truth penetrate the heart of lies,
And the host of these fake phantasm shall die.
Alas! Their dreams might never come true,
but if they are fulfilled, they will be called the requiem of their wills.
-by Lucifer Mishra
#poetry #review #san
Flaming cards
Tracking info on the pebbles,
Shiny red dress in water layers!
Rooted stone like overwhelming.
Thunder hugging the clouds,
Insecure rains can't exhale!
Badness of rainbows searching for rhythms.
Sand compromised very proudly,
Air sake for sublimity.
Glimmer of light, feels the sensation of flaming card's.
Flaming cards
Tracking info on the pebbles,
Shiny red dress in water layers!
Rooted stone like overwhelming.
Thunder hugging the clouds,
Insecure rains can't exhale!
Badness of rainbows searching for rhythms.
Sand compromised very proudly,
Air sake for sublimity.
Glimmer of light, feels the sensation of flaming card's.
If a man should fall on the Earth
Not from a plane or from the Moon
At a time with light from the Sun
What'll make him believe your words?
If you tell him a time will come
When his body will be wrapped up
And his eyes will lost its use
That he will need a touch
What'll make him accept your words?
#AhmadMusa #poem #review
Not from a plane or from the Moon
At a time with light from the Sun
What'll make him believe your words?
If you tell him a time will come
When his body will be wrapped up
And his eyes will lost its use
That he will need a touch
What'll make him accept your words?
#AhmadMusa #poem #review
#Adi #review #poem
Shield,
What people need, is a shield.
Shield to save their futile lives,
Shield to save themselves from the guilt,
Shield to hide their bad deeds,
Shield to look great in everyone's eyes,
Shield which is made up of lies,
Shield which will be wield to crush
others,
Shield to live life in harmony after destroying Innocents.
Shield,
What people need, is a shield.
Shield to save their futile lives,
Shield to save themselves from the guilt,
Shield to hide their bad deeds,
Shield to look great in everyone's eyes,
Shield which is made up of lies,
Shield which will be wield to crush
others,
Shield to live life in harmony after destroying Innocents.
#review #poetry #love
You turned my darkness into light
You made everything alright
You picked me up when I was down
You turned my life around
If I don't have you, what would l
be
A blessing is what you are to me.
The world is full of many people
But there is only one of you
You fill my heart with love
You are God sent gift for me
An angel is what you are to me
There is no reason to be sad
You've taken away all the bad
A best friend is what you are to me❤️
You turned my darkness into light
You made everything alright
You picked me up when I was down
You turned my life around
If I don't have you, what would l
be
A blessing is what you are to me.
The world is full of many people
But there is only one of you
You fill my heart with love
You are God sent gift for me
An angel is what you are to me
There is no reason to be sad
You've taken away all the bad
A best friend is what you are to me❤️
#review #Saviour #shortstory
| Cause it hurts...|
‘Okay. And tell me exactly how you feel about her?’
‘I mean, you know, I’d like to keep it to myself.’ I said. ‘I love some girl out there and that’s it. That’s all I want you to know for the time being.’
‘But you can trust me on that!’ she said, childishly, like a 5 y/o girl wanting to know everything that’s happening around her.
‘Hey… you don’t need to assure me that every now and then. I know I can trust you. Completely. I know that. It’s just that—’ I took a pause, and said again, ‘It’s just that… I don’t know. I don’t feel like sharing this to anyone as of now.’
‘Not even to your closest friend?’
‘No, not even to him.’
‘Does it hurt? I mean, not getting the love you deserve, and not being able to share this with anyone, too. Does it hurt?’
‘I’ll be honest with you.’ I said. ‘It did before. It wasn’t a long time back when it used to hurt a lot.’
‘But now it doesn’t?’
‘I’d be lying if I say it doesn’t hurt at all.’ I said. ‘You see things ain’t going your way, and you get hurt. That’s how it goes. But now my heart and mind walk along the same lane. They are quite congenial to each other. To what they want and what they deserve.’
‘A bit of philosophy, ha?’ she said.
‘If you don’t want to sound a bit filmy— or cliché is the more precise word what people are using these days— philosophy is the only way around.’ I said. ‘So you do get it, don’t you?’
‘I’m very much unknown to Seneca or Socrates or Plato.’ she said. ‘But since I’ve to answer you something, I would say— you’ve other things to focus upon, too, other than love. Like goals and career. Is that what you’re talking about?’
‘Give yourself a hard slap on your back, smart lady! That’s the size of it.’
‘Yayy, chocolates? Now I need chocolates.’
‘Don’t you fear god? Your fathers’ salary is thrice to my fathers’. And I and my sister have grown up eating chalks and slate pencils. You still want some chocolates?’
‘I hate you.’
‘Accepted. At least this won’t hurt as much as love does.’ I replied, with a dry smile.
| Cause it hurts...|
‘Okay. And tell me exactly how you feel about her?’
‘I mean, you know, I’d like to keep it to myself.’ I said. ‘I love some girl out there and that’s it. That’s all I want you to know for the time being.’
‘But you can trust me on that!’ she said, childishly, like a 5 y/o girl wanting to know everything that’s happening around her.
‘Hey… you don’t need to assure me that every now and then. I know I can trust you. Completely. I know that. It’s just that—’ I took a pause, and said again, ‘It’s just that… I don’t know. I don’t feel like sharing this to anyone as of now.’
‘Not even to your closest friend?’
‘No, not even to him.’
‘Does it hurt? I mean, not getting the love you deserve, and not being able to share this with anyone, too. Does it hurt?’
‘I’ll be honest with you.’ I said. ‘It did before. It wasn’t a long time back when it used to hurt a lot.’
‘But now it doesn’t?’
‘I’d be lying if I say it doesn’t hurt at all.’ I said. ‘You see things ain’t going your way, and you get hurt. That’s how it goes. But now my heart and mind walk along the same lane. They are quite congenial to each other. To what they want and what they deserve.’
‘A bit of philosophy, ha?’ she said.
‘If you don’t want to sound a bit filmy— or cliché is the more precise word what people are using these days— philosophy is the only way around.’ I said. ‘So you do get it, don’t you?’
‘I’m very much unknown to Seneca or Socrates or Plato.’ she said. ‘But since I’ve to answer you something, I would say— you’ve other things to focus upon, too, other than love. Like goals and career. Is that what you’re talking about?’
‘Give yourself a hard slap on your back, smart lady! That’s the size of it.’
‘Yayy, chocolates? Now I need chocolates.’
‘Don’t you fear god? Your fathers’ salary is thrice to my fathers’. And I and my sister have grown up eating chalks and slate pencils. You still want some chocolates?’
‘I hate you.’
‘Accepted. At least this won’t hurt as much as love does.’ I replied, with a dry smile.
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 14
CONDITION: Thriller
PROMPT: Without his big toes it was incredibly difficult to walk…
||PART 1||
“Josh Wake up!” Her whisper was firm and impatient. There wasn’t much time. Crouched by his bedside to keep from being spotted, she tried again.
Still nothing! Josh had evidently been drugged. Sue sighed, disappointed at her newest thought. She counted down in her head and…BARGE!
Josh flew off the table with his makeshift pillow. His face got planted into the uneven ground. His fall shook the structure. She didn’t have to be told. Her cover had been blown. Much worse, by a glorified idiot! Why did he have to be so important anyway?
She crawled to him and turned him over hoping for the best. A bloody nose was fine in her books. She prayed against a broken one though. Josh Kent, the face of the morning show, won’t be as dashing with a lopsided nose. The city would never forgive one who ruined such a perfect face.
Sue’s eyes widened. Blood snaked from his nostrils but the bloke was still asleep. Her first aid instincts kicked in. She flew into chest compressions all the while listening for the long overdue sound of menacing footsteps.
She took a better look at her surroundings. A large room with tools and worktables everywhere. Dirty oil, a makeshift sickbed with full on torture equipment nearby. The stuffiness was sickening. The lighting obscured vision. Dust clung to every molecule of oxygen. Two things in the room made her smile however. Many places to hide and the fiery red nail gun she had salvaged.
“Come on. Come on!” Sue whispered again. Talking undertone was hellish. She was used to barking everything. She had to command respect from her diminutive frame. A large voice made things easier for her.
Sue cringed at her next thought. On a normal day she’d slap a man awake. But this time it was Josh and his nose was already being generous with the blood. Mouth to mouth resuscitation…that was her last resort.
She dropped the nailgun, knelt down over him, wiped his leaking face with gentle palms, puckered up some juicy lips, screwed her eyes shut and dove in.
Contact!
With his palm!?
...
“You? Try to kiss me?” He cringed at the thought of it. “I don’t even know you!” He shrieked.
“What? You were awake this whole time?” Her embarrassment couldn’t be hidden.
“YES! Awake enough to see that you’re pretty cheap. AND THIRSTY! Ugly ol' woman.” His words impaled every part of her. Again, the mantra of her world was validated. “ All men are the same”
“You’d say this to the woman risking her life to save you?” She protested.
“Don’t talk like you’re perfect. You tried to kiss a sleeping man you just met!”. His accusation stabbed her. Her fists deformed into clenches. Her pale Caucasian skin began to burn. Her teeth clamped down on the horrid words she wanted to spew.
Sue lost the internal battle and shot words at him anyway, “Your socks reek! And you look better on TV!”
Slowly getting back to her feet she said, “Escape on your own since you’re so perfect.” She mopped her eyes with her sleeve before her tears broke out.
“I risk my life to save you and…QUICK! HIDE,SOMEONE IS COMING!” She commanded undertone...
To be continued
#MA #review #shortstory
DAY 14
CONDITION: Thriller
PROMPT: Without his big toes it was incredibly difficult to walk…
||PART 1||
“Josh Wake up!” Her whisper was firm and impatient. There wasn’t much time. Crouched by his bedside to keep from being spotted, she tried again.
Still nothing! Josh had evidently been drugged. Sue sighed, disappointed at her newest thought. She counted down in her head and…BARGE!
Josh flew off the table with his makeshift pillow. His face got planted into the uneven ground. His fall shook the structure. She didn’t have to be told. Her cover had been blown. Much worse, by a glorified idiot! Why did he have to be so important anyway?
She crawled to him and turned him over hoping for the best. A bloody nose was fine in her books. She prayed against a broken one though. Josh Kent, the face of the morning show, won’t be as dashing with a lopsided nose. The city would never forgive one who ruined such a perfect face.
Sue’s eyes widened. Blood snaked from his nostrils but the bloke was still asleep. Her first aid instincts kicked in. She flew into chest compressions all the while listening for the long overdue sound of menacing footsteps.
She took a better look at her surroundings. A large room with tools and worktables everywhere. Dirty oil, a makeshift sickbed with full on torture equipment nearby. The stuffiness was sickening. The lighting obscured vision. Dust clung to every molecule of oxygen. Two things in the room made her smile however. Many places to hide and the fiery red nail gun she had salvaged.
“Come on. Come on!” Sue whispered again. Talking undertone was hellish. She was used to barking everything. She had to command respect from her diminutive frame. A large voice made things easier for her.
Sue cringed at her next thought. On a normal day she’d slap a man awake. But this time it was Josh and his nose was already being generous with the blood. Mouth to mouth resuscitation…that was her last resort.
She dropped the nailgun, knelt down over him, wiped his leaking face with gentle palms, puckered up some juicy lips, screwed her eyes shut and dove in.
Contact!
With his palm!?
...
“You? Try to kiss me?” He cringed at the thought of it. “I don’t even know you!” He shrieked.
“What? You were awake this whole time?” Her embarrassment couldn’t be hidden.
“YES! Awake enough to see that you’re pretty cheap. AND THIRSTY! Ugly ol' woman.” His words impaled every part of her. Again, the mantra of her world was validated. “ All men are the same”
“You’d say this to the woman risking her life to save you?” She protested.
“Don’t talk like you’re perfect. You tried to kiss a sleeping man you just met!”. His accusation stabbed her. Her fists deformed into clenches. Her pale Caucasian skin began to burn. Her teeth clamped down on the horrid words she wanted to spew.
Sue lost the internal battle and shot words at him anyway, “Your socks reek! And you look better on TV!”
Slowly getting back to her feet she said, “Escape on your own since you’re so perfect.” She mopped her eyes with her sleeve before her tears broke out.
“I risk my life to save you and…QUICK! HIDE,SOMEONE IS COMING!” She commanded undertone...
To be continued
#MA #review #shortstory
||PART 2||
The footsteps were getting louder. She was deep in enemy territory. Those boots could certainly not be friendly.
Sue vanished behind the closest worktable. Josh sprung up to a vertical base. Took one step and belly flopped to the ground.
“Sue help me!” He pulled himself towards the worktable on his forearms.
“Shit! Josh, this isn’t the time for games!” An infuriated Sue peered from behind the table and took his hand. There was still no sign of the imminent threat.
“No, no don’t pull me!” Josh argued. "The oil is going to..."
His sentence was truncated by her tug. By now he was sliding through the dirty oil on the ground at the mercy of Sue's yank.
…
“Pretty boy! It’s lunchtime.” The menacing steps were finally in the room. The owner of the footsteps had a hostile rasp in his voice.
He seemed to be examining the place. Sue could tell from his slow wandering steps. “Pathetic! I know you’re here and I know pretty boy couldn’t do this alone.” The intruder said as he picked up a steel bar from the floor.
“Pretty boy, you have one more chance to show yourself.”
The intruder dealt three blows to the nearest worktable. That was his innovative way of counting. With no sign of Josh, he shrugged.
”It looks like you are on the menu. Let the games begin.”
…
“Josh what was the one-step- fall about? The penguin dance? ” Sue protested.
“An angry baton man is coming. Don’t argue or I’ll shout”.
“Fool! He’ll kill you first.” Sue countered.
Josh made a face to complement his idiocy and tried to change the topic. “I can’t believe you! Now I’ve got dirty oil in my shirt."
“Your socks are the real problem here! They’d still reek from six feet under. Take them off.” Sue didn’t miss the opportunity to pounce on him.
Baton man's attacks on innocent worktables were getting closer. Their incessant whispering was going to be a dead give away.
Josh slipped both socks off after Sue's harsh attack on his person…
“OH SHIT! WHERE ARE YOUR TOES?!” Sue yelled. She covered her mouth realizing she had exposed them.
“I’ve got you, fat rat! And your screeching partner too!” The intruder threatened. His boots charged in their direction...
“Wow so much for undercover rescue! Who’s the idiot now?!” Josh muttered as he flared his nose at Sue...
"So that's why you couldn't walk?" she asked still dumbfounded.
"If we die it's your fault, whatever your name is."
"My name is Sue. Keep on your toes and we'll make it out of here alive."
"A toe joke?! Now?" Josh started.
"Be quiet! I have a plan."
To be continued…
(Mainly because, his difficulty in walking would be focused on more during their attempt to escape)
#MA #review #shortstory
The footsteps were getting louder. She was deep in enemy territory. Those boots could certainly not be friendly.
Sue vanished behind the closest worktable. Josh sprung up to a vertical base. Took one step and belly flopped to the ground.
“Sue help me!” He pulled himself towards the worktable on his forearms.
“Shit! Josh, this isn’t the time for games!” An infuriated Sue peered from behind the table and took his hand. There was still no sign of the imminent threat.
“No, no don’t pull me!” Josh argued. "The oil is going to..."
His sentence was truncated by her tug. By now he was sliding through the dirty oil on the ground at the mercy of Sue's yank.
…
“Pretty boy! It’s lunchtime.” The menacing steps were finally in the room. The owner of the footsteps had a hostile rasp in his voice.
He seemed to be examining the place. Sue could tell from his slow wandering steps. “Pathetic! I know you’re here and I know pretty boy couldn’t do this alone.” The intruder said as he picked up a steel bar from the floor.
“Pretty boy, you have one more chance to show yourself.”
The intruder dealt three blows to the nearest worktable. That was his innovative way of counting. With no sign of Josh, he shrugged.
”It looks like you are on the menu. Let the games begin.”
…
“Josh what was the one-step- fall about? The penguin dance? ” Sue protested.
“An angry baton man is coming. Don’t argue or I’ll shout”.
“Fool! He’ll kill you first.” Sue countered.
Josh made a face to complement his idiocy and tried to change the topic. “I can’t believe you! Now I’ve got dirty oil in my shirt."
“Your socks are the real problem here! They’d still reek from six feet under. Take them off.” Sue didn’t miss the opportunity to pounce on him.
Baton man's attacks on innocent worktables were getting closer. Their incessant whispering was going to be a dead give away.
Josh slipped both socks off after Sue's harsh attack on his person…
“OH SHIT! WHERE ARE YOUR TOES?!” Sue yelled. She covered her mouth realizing she had exposed them.
“I’ve got you, fat rat! And your screeching partner too!” The intruder threatened. His boots charged in their direction...
“Wow so much for undercover rescue! Who’s the idiot now?!” Josh muttered as he flared his nose at Sue...
"So that's why you couldn't walk?" she asked still dumbfounded.
"If we die it's your fault, whatever your name is."
"My name is Sue. Keep on your toes and we'll make it out of here alive."
"A toe joke?! Now?" Josh started.
"Be quiet! I have a plan."
To be continued…
(Mainly because, his difficulty in walking would be focused on more during their attempt to escape)
#MA #review #shortstory
I talk to many unknown girls, online.
The app I use does not require any personal details, at all, and that’s why pals use it as a medium of sex-talk.
Truth be told, I’m not any saint, either.
I’m just another boy with yet other hormones. But sex-talk doesn’t make sense to me. I mean, how can you possibly imagine things, on call, that you’ve never done before?
Well, let’s not dive into any further details as it’s already sounding very peculiar.
I’ll tell you why I use that app. Plain and simple.
I love listening to stories coming from girls.
Breakup. Childhood. Drop year. Suicidal thoughts. Chronic disease. Relatives. And all other dark stories, too.
Since we’re totally anonymous on this app, thus, there’s no such thing as you can trust any stranger with your stories or not.
You can.
As far as you’re not telling your complete address to strangers, you can.
So, the moment my call is connected with some random girl, there are few hi’s and hello’s and then comes my intrigue part.
‘If you don’t mind, can you tell me a story about your childhood? Any story?’ I venture.
‘Childhood? Yes, why not! Um, when I was young…’ she would reply, softly.
Speaking of their childhood, 95% of the girls end up telling a dark story. Where, they were touched very inappropriately by some distant relatives, school teacher, or some other male. Mostly known.
Even a little prodding on their stomach, by some male, carves a deep tattoo on the girls’ mind. And it becomes an eternal catastrophic memory.
On hearing so many of these stories, about bad touch, I now understand what I shouldn’t be doing as a male.
I shouldn’t be touching any girl(of whatever age) without her consent.
Because, even if I know that my touch is right, what if someone she trusted, didn’t touch her in the right way? What if she has a past? What if she thinks I’m gonna do the same as some other man did?
So, it’s my responsibility to let her know that she does not have to trust me. At least, not that easily.
I want her to know that it’s completely fine to take enough time for healing. And, I want to let her know that the right man can wait. He’s patient with the girl he loves.
Here, I’m not talking just about my future girlfriend.
I’m talking about my distant cousins who may or may not be comfortable with me, all at once. Or, my little niece, too.
I can wait till she’ll come first, with a broad smile and hands wide open. I can wait until she’ll let me embrace her with all my love.
And, only then, I’ll hug her and tell her that right men exist, too. And now, she needs to leave behind her past for her own good.
#review #Saviour #random
The app I use does not require any personal details, at all, and that’s why pals use it as a medium of sex-talk.
Truth be told, I’m not any saint, either.
I’m just another boy with yet other hormones. But sex-talk doesn’t make sense to me. I mean, how can you possibly imagine things, on call, that you’ve never done before?
Well, let’s not dive into any further details as it’s already sounding very peculiar.
I’ll tell you why I use that app. Plain and simple.
I love listening to stories coming from girls.
Breakup. Childhood. Drop year. Suicidal thoughts. Chronic disease. Relatives. And all other dark stories, too.
Since we’re totally anonymous on this app, thus, there’s no such thing as you can trust any stranger with your stories or not.
You can.
As far as you’re not telling your complete address to strangers, you can.
So, the moment my call is connected with some random girl, there are few hi’s and hello’s and then comes my intrigue part.
‘If you don’t mind, can you tell me a story about your childhood? Any story?’ I venture.
‘Childhood? Yes, why not! Um, when I was young…’ she would reply, softly.
Speaking of their childhood, 95% of the girls end up telling a dark story. Where, they were touched very inappropriately by some distant relatives, school teacher, or some other male. Mostly known.
Even a little prodding on their stomach, by some male, carves a deep tattoo on the girls’ mind. And it becomes an eternal catastrophic memory.
On hearing so many of these stories, about bad touch, I now understand what I shouldn’t be doing as a male.
I shouldn’t be touching any girl(of whatever age) without her consent.
Because, even if I know that my touch is right, what if someone she trusted, didn’t touch her in the right way? What if she has a past? What if she thinks I’m gonna do the same as some other man did?
So, it’s my responsibility to let her know that she does not have to trust me. At least, not that easily.
I want her to know that it’s completely fine to take enough time for healing. And, I want to let her know that the right man can wait. He’s patient with the girl he loves.
Here, I’m not talking just about my future girlfriend.
I’m talking about my distant cousins who may or may not be comfortable with me, all at once. Or, my little niece, too.
I can wait till she’ll come first, with a broad smile and hands wide open. I can wait until she’ll let me embrace her with all my love.
And, only then, I’ll hug her and tell her that right men exist, too. And now, she needs to leave behind her past for her own good.
#review #Saviour #random
#Adi,
#review
"Religion "
Please someone help me over it, I've written both, and there is very slight difference between them.
First
Creator of god and I also made the devil.
I made someone descent, I made someone Evil.
I prospered on your sin and created inferior humanity.
I dragged you into illusion and manipulated reality.
I shrouded the truth and circulated the falsity.
I crushed rebellions and ceased innovation.
I threatened your existence and forced you in oppression.
I thrashed your belief and divided you in factions.
I decided righteousness and I decided orthodox.
God didn't create me but I created God.
Second .
Creator of god and I also made the devil.
I made someone descent, I made someone Evil.
I prospered on your sin,
I created inferior humanity.
I dragged you into illusion,
I manipulated reality.
I shrouded the truth,
I circulated the falsity.
I crushed rebellions,
Iceased innovation.
I threatened your existence,
I forced you in oppression.
I thrashed your belief,
Idivided you in factions.
I decided righteousness and I decided orthodox.
God didn't create me but I created God.
Because,
I am the power,
I am the ruler,
I am delusion,
And I am religion.
#review
"Religion "
Please someone help me over it, I've written both, and there is very slight difference between them.
First
Creator of god and I also made the devil.
I made someone descent, I made someone Evil.
I prospered on your sin and created inferior humanity.
I dragged you into illusion and manipulated reality.
I shrouded the truth and circulated the falsity.
I crushed rebellions and ceased innovation.
I threatened your existence and forced you in oppression.
I thrashed your belief and divided you in factions.
I decided righteousness and I decided orthodox.
God didn't create me but I created God.
Second .
Creator of god and I also made the devil.
I made someone descent, I made someone Evil.
I prospered on your sin,
I created inferior humanity.
I dragged you into illusion,
I manipulated reality.
I shrouded the truth,
I circulated the falsity.
I crushed rebellions,
Iceased innovation.
I threatened your existence,
I forced you in oppression.
I thrashed your belief,
Idivided you in factions.
I decided righteousness and I decided orthodox.
God didn't create me but I created God.
Because,
I am the power,
I am the ruler,
I am delusion,
And I am religion.
//Trigger warning//
FELON
The first time I saw you,
you smiled
I fell for you and
into your love I dived
you asked me out that night
I had butterflies in my stomach
but your intentions weren't right
you touched me
It wasn't the you
whom I knew
I saw your vicious side
hungry for my hide
I begged and cried at you
you grabbed me and
started to chew
In pain, I yelled and
tried to loosen your grip
you had turned into a maniac
you smudged my lipstick
and removed my hairclip
threw me on your bed
I saw you undress
I revolted when you
gave me that hard press
you didn't stop
and as I bled
I fell numb, I felt dead
my sight was fading
when I saw you
leave the room with your shirt on
I lied on that bed
half alive, half dead
I had no strength to get up
and face anyone
I was ravished by someone
who was my world
I headed to the window
took a long breath
looked down and
I jumped to my death
now, I'll be in place
where there'll be
no question or answer
no love or torture
It would be just me
without a ravished body
#review
#poem
#AS
FELON
The first time I saw you,
you smiled
I fell for you and
into your love I dived
you asked me out that night
I had butterflies in my stomach
but your intentions weren't right
you touched me
It wasn't the you
whom I knew
I saw your vicious side
hungry for my hide
I begged and cried at you
you grabbed me and
started to chew
In pain, I yelled and
tried to loosen your grip
you had turned into a maniac
you smudged my lipstick
and removed my hairclip
threw me on your bed
I saw you undress
I revolted when you
gave me that hard press
you didn't stop
and as I bled
I fell numb, I felt dead
my sight was fading
when I saw you
leave the room with your shirt on
I lied on that bed
half alive, half dead
I had no strength to get up
and face anyone
I was ravished by someone
who was my world
I headed to the window
took a long breath
looked down and
I jumped to my death
now, I'll be in place
where there'll be
no question or answer
no love or torture
It would be just me
without a ravished body
#review
#poem
#AS
Looks can be deceiving
But a dark heart never hides
Seeing isn't always believing
But imagination doesn't cost a dime
From ashes of mistakes comes grievance
A frigid soul stirs up storms every night
Churning skin to bones, odds to evens
Two steps from heaven, sincerity dies
#review #poetry #The_Lost_Poet
But a dark heart never hides
Seeing isn't always believing
But imagination doesn't cost a dime
From ashes of mistakes comes grievance
A frigid soul stirs up storms every night
Churning skin to bones, odds to evens
Two steps from heaven, sincerity dies
#review #poetry #The_Lost_Poet
#review #thoughts #love
Immature people falling in love
Destroy each other freedom
Creat a bondage. Make a prison
Mature persons in love Help each other to be free
They help each other to destroy
All short of bondage.
And When love flow with freedom there is a beauty.
When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.
Immature people falling in love
Destroy each other freedom
Creat a bondage. Make a prison
Mature persons in love Help each other to be free
They help each other to destroy
All short of bondage.
And When love flow with freedom there is a beauty.
When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.