||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.
#Adi
#review
#poem
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.
Please someone help me over it, I've written both but I can't understand which one to go with. I do think that here is slight difference but it's changing the whole meaning.
#review
#poem
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.
Please someone help me over it, I've written both but I can't understand which one to go with. I do think that here is slight difference but it's changing the whole meaning.
I pretend that I'm good
But all the pain is there, under the hood
You'll see me smile and laugh
But you won't know what's going on inside, not even half
I'm hurting, hurting really bad
Don't worry, won't tell you and make you mad
I'm strong, stronger than you could ever know
Emotions are not something I don't really show
I'm gonna put a big smile again today
Will fool you all again and keep from my true self , away
#MuskanMishra #review #poetry
But all the pain is there, under the hood
You'll see me smile and laugh
But you won't know what's going on inside, not even half
I'm hurting, hurting really bad
Don't worry, won't tell you and make you mad
I'm strong, stronger than you could ever know
Emotions are not something I don't really show
I'm gonna put a big smile again today
Will fool you all again and keep from my true self , away
#MuskanMishra #review #poetry
I eye her while she’s on a walk with someone who seems like her mother.
She’s 5′7″ and her mother 5′3″. That’s what I presume from 50 meters afar and three storeys up.
She looks perfect.
Her hair tied like a braided bun and wearing that cut-off denim shorts on those small carves, long legs: she looks absolutely perfect.
The road where she’s walking seems endless.
I want to go out there and maybe ask her mom to go home while I walk with her daughter, maintaining a proper one-hand distance.
I want to assure her mother that she’s all safe with me.
I want to assure her that all I wish for is to walk with her daughter. Maybe crack a little joke here and there to make her laugh: but nothing more than that.
As I’m planning-my-plans-in-my-head, my beautiful 5′7″ is long gone away from my detect.
But that’s okay.
I’ll go on a walk tomorrow at exact 8:58 PM to espy her walking right on my right/right on my left.
I’ll walk and walk and walk. I’ll walk till she notices me.
I’ll walk exactly how Forrest Gump ran in his low days.
I’m at my low days
#review #random #Saviour
She’s 5′7″ and her mother 5′3″. That’s what I presume from 50 meters afar and three storeys up.
She looks perfect.
Her hair tied like a braided bun and wearing that cut-off denim shorts on those small carves, long legs: she looks absolutely perfect.
The road where she’s walking seems endless.
I want to go out there and maybe ask her mom to go home while I walk with her daughter, maintaining a proper one-hand distance.
I want to assure her mother that she’s all safe with me.
I want to assure her that all I wish for is to walk with her daughter. Maybe crack a little joke here and there to make her laugh: but nothing more than that.
As I’m planning-my-plans-in-my-head, my beautiful 5′7″ is long gone away from my detect.
But that’s okay.
I’ll go on a walk tomorrow at exact 8:58 PM to espy her walking right on my right/right on my left.
I’ll walk and walk and walk. I’ll walk till she notices me.
I’ll walk exactly how Forrest Gump ran in his low days.
I’m at my low days
#review #random #Saviour
Wished Too Much.
My Dear, I make you a promise, a promise to hold true;
If God is to call me back before he calls you.
I will go to the skies to the beautiful place,
To write your name in gold, in the stars' embrace.
Even if I was to do this thing,
It wouldn't begin to speak my love.
And was my love a song to sing,
Forever past would it be sung.
After the skies and moon,
When the stars are past.
Will our love be intune,
There in the empty vast.
But let me stop here, for I have wished too much.
Olny to wish is not to love, and my love is such.
#review #le #poetry
My Dear, I make you a promise, a promise to hold true;
If God is to call me back before he calls you.
I will go to the skies to the beautiful place,
To write your name in gold, in the stars' embrace.
Even if I was to do this thing,
It wouldn't begin to speak my love.
And was my love a song to sing,
Forever past would it be sung.
After the skies and moon,
When the stars are past.
Will our love be intune,
There in the empty vast.
But let me stop here, for I have wished too much.
Olny to wish is not to love, and my love is such.
#review #le #poetry
Maya swiftly opened the door, the room was left in bare silence. She kept her footsteps very gently on the floor to avoid any noise. Something was not right. An ill omen was stirring over, she was breathing calmly to force away the ambiguity and anxiety she had. She kept her bag on the table and called,"Mom are you there ?" There was a wandering eco of the word there in the room.
She noticed that the kitchen was locked.She took the keys from the drawer and turned the lock only to witness her mother dead. Blood was flowing like a river in the kitchen of her mother, she was killed horribly. A strain of stress ran down her body and she couldn't stand the site so she plunged away from the kitchen.
Her mother, her head was in the oven burnt, the door was open, hairs produced a foul whiff, her hands and body were dribbling blood. This act was cruel. She was dead. Maya ran out of the room with her curly long brown hairs swinging on her hairs.Her eyes were red with tears. She stopped at the door, taking a support. Nothing was processing in her memory other than the old beautiful moments.
#review #shortstory #shashwat
She noticed that the kitchen was locked.She took the keys from the drawer and turned the lock only to witness her mother dead. Blood was flowing like a river in the kitchen of her mother, she was killed horribly. A strain of stress ran down her body and she couldn't stand the site so she plunged away from the kitchen.
Her mother, her head was in the oven burnt, the door was open, hairs produced a foul whiff, her hands and body were dribbling blood. This act was cruel. She was dead. Maya ran out of the room with her curly long brown hairs swinging on her hairs.Her eyes were red with tears. She stopped at the door, taking a support. Nothing was processing in her memory other than the old beautiful moments.
#review #shortstory #shashwat
An excerpt from my book Vile Obsession
#review #story #Afrikwriter
“You lied to me, Emma.”
When Emma kept mute, he said “You know how much I hate lies, say something.”
“I did not lie to you. I just did not mention anything about it. And it is kind of all your fault. If you had let me escape with you, I never would have found out.”
Elvis was not taking the news well, “Find out what in particular that your father deals in illegal activities or that he is the psychopath that killed your friends.”
Emma went cold inside out but she kept mute while Elvis ranted on. “He is dangerous, you should expose him instead of protecting him.”
Emma bit out, “You do not tell me what I can or cannot do. He is my father and I love my family and so I am willing to do anything to keep us together.”
Elvis shook his head, “Talk about dysfunctional family. Can’t you see what is right in front of you? Any reason he gave you for the atrocities he committed was just an excuse. The real reason Eve, Jennifer and David are all dead is because he wants you all to himself. He is dangerous even to you.”
Emma hissed at him, “What do you know? You do not have a father that loves you. You have not even been loved properly in your entire life so you do not have any right to judge. Father was right, I was wrong thinking you could help me get over David.”
She angrily picked her bag and stormed off. “Crazy runs in the family” Elvis shouted after her.
#review #story #Afrikwriter
“You lied to me, Emma.”
When Emma kept mute, he said “You know how much I hate lies, say something.”
“I did not lie to you. I just did not mention anything about it. And it is kind of all your fault. If you had let me escape with you, I never would have found out.”
Elvis was not taking the news well, “Find out what in particular that your father deals in illegal activities or that he is the psychopath that killed your friends.”
Emma went cold inside out but she kept mute while Elvis ranted on. “He is dangerous, you should expose him instead of protecting him.”
Emma bit out, “You do not tell me what I can or cannot do. He is my father and I love my family and so I am willing to do anything to keep us together.”
Elvis shook his head, “Talk about dysfunctional family. Can’t you see what is right in front of you? Any reason he gave you for the atrocities he committed was just an excuse. The real reason Eve, Jennifer and David are all dead is because he wants you all to himself. He is dangerous even to you.”
Emma hissed at him, “What do you know? You do not have a father that loves you. You have not even been loved properly in your entire life so you do not have any right to judge. Father was right, I was wrong thinking you could help me get over David.”
She angrily picked her bag and stormed off. “Crazy runs in the family” Elvis shouted after her.
Note:
I wrote on a picture prompt, which has a baby girl and a cat looking at each other.
Forgetfulness
Many words
being shared by the duo
That maybe
Could lighten the world
What a pity
They will never appear
She won't remember
When she will be able to write
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
I wrote on a picture prompt, which has a baby girl and a cat looking at each other.
Forgetfulness
Many words
being shared by the duo
That maybe
Could lighten the world
What a pity
They will never appear
She won't remember
When she will be able to write
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
Can I cry, on your shoulder
I’m feeling nothing
Can you hold me, gentle,
I’m broken from the inside
Bleeding tears and beating heart
But I feel numb like canvas no art
Blank, and white, with grey clouds on me
I lie in the warmth but feeling so cold.
Can you kiss me, put me to sleep
Be careful though, I might just push
In a crowd, when I’m alone
I smile with no sin but blood on my hands.
A heart I hold but the heart is just black
And soul of mine, all she does attack
Blank, and white, with grey clouds on me
I lie in the warmth but feeling so cold.
#review #poetry
I’m feeling nothing
Can you hold me, gentle,
I’m broken from the inside
Bleeding tears and beating heart
But I feel numb like canvas no art
Blank, and white, with grey clouds on me
I lie in the warmth but feeling so cold.
Can you kiss me, put me to sleep
Be careful though, I might just push
In a crowd, when I’m alone
I smile with no sin but blood on my hands.
A heart I hold but the heart is just black
And soul of mine, all she does attack
Blank, and white, with grey clouds on me
I lie in the warmth but feeling so cold.
#review #poetry
Trust
People agreed
That the patient won't make it
The man disagreed
Because of a statement
For he had been told
He will witness a conquest
And he had been told by
Prophet Muhammad
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People agreed
That the patient won't make it
The man disagreed
Because of a statement
For he had been told
He will witness a conquest
And he had been told by
Prophet Muhammad
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
Responsibility
(A gunshot and a call of duty, or was it?)
*tring tring tring*
The telephone sound was the sign of life in the otherwise silent Police Control Room. Late night calls were part of the routine. Captain Kumar received the phone, "Police control room".
"Sir, th....there's a...an em...emergency in mmm...my bb..building ", the voice stuttered.
"Calm down Sir, we are here to help you", Kumar replied patiently. Nobody spoke for a minute.
"Sir???", he wished it wasn't a prank call. He heard a gulp from the other side.
"Sir, I am sensing a suspicious move from my neighbour's house, probably there's some arms and ammunition", the man was frightened.
"Can you help me write the complete address"
***
After fifteen minutes, 3 police vans arrived at the location, sirens rippling the dreams of many. Amid the sirens, a sound came from the target apartment, it was a gunshot.
" The police has circled the complete building, you have no chance but to surrender ". Kumar yelled through the microphone. After a moment of silence, the police team ascended to the building, gradually approaching the apartment. They met a man on the stairs. "Sir, I called you". He told the captain, controlling his breath. After a minute of precaution, they shot the door of the apartment and one constable entered, the others covering him.
"Sir, He shot himself ". Kumar lurched to the apartment. The corpse was supine on a cushion, holding the gun with the right hand. The bullet had crossed the head, blood was still flooding. A glance around, he witnessed a blood bathed note, it read,
"My neighbour can smell the danger but not the depression".
-A.Q.Bilal
#shortstory #review #aqbilal
(A gunshot and a call of duty, or was it?)
*tring tring tring*
The telephone sound was the sign of life in the otherwise silent Police Control Room. Late night calls were part of the routine. Captain Kumar received the phone, "Police control room".
"Sir, th....there's a...an em...emergency in mmm...my bb..building ", the voice stuttered.
"Calm down Sir, we are here to help you", Kumar replied patiently. Nobody spoke for a minute.
"Sir???", he wished it wasn't a prank call. He heard a gulp from the other side.
"Sir, I am sensing a suspicious move from my neighbour's house, probably there's some arms and ammunition", the man was frightened.
"Can you help me write the complete address"
***
After fifteen minutes, 3 police vans arrived at the location, sirens rippling the dreams of many. Amid the sirens, a sound came from the target apartment, it was a gunshot.
" The police has circled the complete building, you have no chance but to surrender ". Kumar yelled through the microphone. After a moment of silence, the police team ascended to the building, gradually approaching the apartment. They met a man on the stairs. "Sir, I called you". He told the captain, controlling his breath. After a minute of precaution, they shot the door of the apartment and one constable entered, the others covering him.
"Sir, He shot himself ". Kumar lurched to the apartment. The corpse was supine on a cushion, holding the gun with the right hand. The bullet had crossed the head, blood was still flooding. A glance around, he witnessed a blood bathed note, it read,
"My neighbour can smell the danger but not the depression".
-A.Q.Bilal
#shortstory #review #aqbilal