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

Staring up and staring down,
Nothing to see, just your eyes so deep.
Reliving the moments well spent,
I've lost it all, lost my sleep

You are there, before the sun
And it's just you until the stars.
Your smile is warmer than the sunshine,
And your love, deeper than the scars.

#review #Saviour #random

#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.

#review #go #poem

A Beauty now certain thieve,
A Question now certain death,
A Fallen Angel behind a leaf,
Having no matter but questions left.

Has been the most merciless of crimes,
Asking what our creators have brought,
In Milton you will find rhymes,
His lies what his truths have sought.

#Adi
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#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

#iam #shriti
A fairy in the death robe.
A bright sky with thunderstorm.
A silent person with thousands song.
A writer with a horror show.
#review.

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

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

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.
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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.

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

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

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

#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
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#article
#review
Down to earth means being open and honest. It is easy to deal with down to earth people.

In our life, also we know so many people who are very down to earth people. Down to earth people always accept other equal to them. It is always pleasure for everyone to meet down to earth people. Down to earth people could be important members of our society. But they don not consider themselves better than others who are less important.
We can take many examples from our history like Dr APJ Abdul kalam, Sardar vallabhbhai patel etc. Most of us is aware the life of apj abdul kalam. He was very polite and honest person. He never consider him self as president of india, he always consider him as simple person.

After achieving success, many people change their behaviour. Their success reach go to their heads. And that's why people say after some time you are the egoists person, you have ego,that person have ego etc..But always remember if you really want that people give you respect even after your die then always try to become person like down to earth.

Thanks

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

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I am laughing
with a wound in the leg
the blood is flowing
like it's a river bed.
What makes me laugh
is that I am back,
from bloodshed and chaos,
survived a meteor attack.
What's the story
and why I chime?
I got typhoid
in the corona times.

NEVER GIVE UP.

The lady with a baby on her lap
Said quitting is a trap.
Never give up
You still got to live up.

Life is an endless lap
Said the athlete after a nap.
Never give up
You still got to live up.

Life is an overflowing tap
That can drown or fill up.
Never give up
You still got to live up.

Life has no map
Even pilots just let it unwrap.
Never give up
You still got to live up.

Life will always be a death trap
The judge said to avoid any mishap.
Never give up
You still got to live up.

Life will always have a gap,
Between the good and the scrap.
Never give up
You still got to live up.

Only after you avoid the rattrap
Will life then cheer and clap.
Never give up
You still got to live up.

#poem #review #rocky

The Season of Monsoon

I'm sitting near the window, And
Listening songs in the earphone;
Outside, Drizzle rain's continues;
The birds are looking for a place –
to escape the rain...

The smell of wet clay is coming,
And, small seeds have sprouted;
The peacock's dancing in the rain
And, The caterpillars are –
hiding under the leaves...

The sun's rays are fading, And
The clouds are trying to cover it;
Hungry chicks of chakli are crying
Their mother has gone to find –
food for their chicks...

The green sheet seems to have
spread on the earth due to rain; And
The drops of water seem to be –
raining like prayers...

- Akash Kumar

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Meaning

Chakli - sperrow

#review #poetry #love
We flirt all the time
& smile and laugh
But how
Am I suppose to know
If this is real?
I can't control my feelings
Anymore
It's so hard
Being around you
And not saying
All the things
I want you to hear
I'm trying my best
To act casual but.
All I can seem to do
Is get memorised
In your eye... 🙃