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
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
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
#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
#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
#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
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 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
#Akash #Review #poem
Meaning
Chakli - sperrow
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
#Akash #Review #poem
Meaning
Chakli - sperrow
|| Let This, For you be poetry ||
One day, when all the poets die
and there is left below the sky
Just waters, kissed by lunar light
that gleam and ripple in the night;
let this, for you, be poetry.
When pens and quills have all grown cold
take autumn’s glades of gleaming gold,
where fragrant fires and balmy breeze
do burn and breathe through trembling trees;
let this, for you, be poetry.
While lovers ‘neath the pearly moon
still sigh and sing and sweetly swoon,
with lips, that laugh and love and tease;
when beauty breathes from hearts like these;
let this, for you, be poetry.
When swifts and swallows swoop in spring
and skylarks soar aloft to sing,
while sun sets silent off the shore
and sea does seethe and rave and roar;
let this, for you, be poetry.
One day, when all the poets die
and in their graves the poets lie,
upon the heath, go fill your arms,
with honeysuckle’s tender charms;
let this, for you, be poetry.
#review #Saviour #poetry
One day, when all the poets die
and there is left below the sky
Just waters, kissed by lunar light
that gleam and ripple in the night;
let this, for you, be poetry.
When pens and quills have all grown cold
take autumn’s glades of gleaming gold,
where fragrant fires and balmy breeze
do burn and breathe through trembling trees;
let this, for you, be poetry.
While lovers ‘neath the pearly moon
still sigh and sing and sweetly swoon,
with lips, that laugh and love and tease;
when beauty breathes from hearts like these;
let this, for you, be poetry.
When swifts and swallows swoop in spring
and skylarks soar aloft to sing,
while sun sets silent off the shore
and sea does seethe and rave and roar;
let this, for you, be poetry.
One day, when all the poets die
and in their graves the poets lie,
upon the heath, go fill your arms,
with honeysuckle’s tender charms;
let this, for you, be poetry.
#review #Saviour #poetry
#review
remember the last line you said to me
remember the last date we meet
remember the last story we read
remember the last seen we live of each others side
everything was the worst
remember the last line you said to me
remember the last date we meet
remember the last story we read
remember the last seen we live of each others side
everything was the worst
The white moon is weak
Depending on who it meets
The sun or the coward;
It smiles or it frowns
#AhmadMusa #poem #review
Depending on who it meets
The sun or the coward;
It smiles or it frowns
#AhmadMusa #poem #review
O my child, dont you fear,
You will become a greatest sire.
Don't cry, don't you dare,
World is deaf they don't hear.
Hungry beasts will snatch your steak,
Be strong, world's not for weak.
Humans are fake, truth is money,
Mug it well, mug it honey.
Snakes and wolfs and jackals here,
Be careful, predators everywhere.
Hereafter don't show your pain,
Nothing will you ever gain.
Never you shall exceed trust,
Seldom then you'll get hurt.
Even if it's hard to survive.
Take your chances and always strive.
Walk forward, towards the light.
Your future will be bright.
Endeavour and be a warrior.
Cause, World hoping for a saviour.
Show them light, show them path.
Guard them from those vultures wrath.
#Adi
#review
#poem
You will become a greatest sire.
Don't cry, don't you dare,
World is deaf they don't hear.
Hungry beasts will snatch your steak,
Be strong, world's not for weak.
Humans are fake, truth is money,
Mug it well, mug it honey.
Snakes and wolfs and jackals here,
Be careful, predators everywhere.
Hereafter don't show your pain,
Nothing will you ever gain.
Never you shall exceed trust,
Seldom then you'll get hurt.
Even if it's hard to survive.
Take your chances and always strive.
Walk forward, towards the light.
Your future will be bright.
Endeavour and be a warrior.
Cause, World hoping for a saviour.
Show them light, show them path.
Guard them from those vultures wrath.
#Adi
#review
#poem
👍1
Today, while I was cleaning every corner of my house with an unused cloth, a thought came in my mind.
"Suppose I would do this in an orphanage, or some NGO, and upload a photo of it. I’ll be in the good books of everyone. People will like me."
The thought didn’t last though. But it was there. Sweeping just four rooms of my house, for one day, and it was there.
Whatever things we do, we do it for recognition or money.
If you don’t believe me, take a few examples from your life. From mine, I’ll point out a few. Writing this post: recognition. Education: money. Buying fancy clothes: recognition. Learning how to invest: money.
These are just clear examples. Nothing brainstorming here. Dive in a little deeper, and you’ll know that everything is related to these two. Recognition and money. Recognition from girls counts, too. Okay?
Now, look at your mother.
Look at the nameplate of your house. Is there her original surname on it? Or even her name? No? Recognition— cross.
Is she a housewife who works at least twelve to fourteen hours a day? Yes? Does she make money out of it? No? Money— cross.
—
Whenever I come across a term called woman, I cross it down. I replace it with mother. And when I glance at this word now, I see everything.
I see the whole goddamn world in it.
Because why not? She’s the one who doesn’t work for recognition or money, she works for the love she has for me and my family. Nothing else.
As a closure, there’s a Hindi excerpt that’s very close to my heart. I’d like to share this with you.
"Akhsar dekha hai maine
Purush kavi hota hai
Daarshnik hota hai
Filmkaar hota hai
Chitrakaar hota hai
Bahut bechain hai kuch rachne ke liye
Kyunki wo kabhi jeevan nhi rach sakta
Kyuki wo kabhi maa nahi bann sakta."
Translation:
I have seen it too often,
A man is a poet,
A philosopher,
A director,
A painter,
He’s very restless to create something,
As he can’t create a life.
Because he can never become a mother.
#review #Saviour #random
"Suppose I would do this in an orphanage, or some NGO, and upload a photo of it. I’ll be in the good books of everyone. People will like me."
The thought didn’t last though. But it was there. Sweeping just four rooms of my house, for one day, and it was there.
Whatever things we do, we do it for recognition or money.
If you don’t believe me, take a few examples from your life. From mine, I’ll point out a few. Writing this post: recognition. Education: money. Buying fancy clothes: recognition. Learning how to invest: money.
These are just clear examples. Nothing brainstorming here. Dive in a little deeper, and you’ll know that everything is related to these two. Recognition and money. Recognition from girls counts, too. Okay?
Now, look at your mother.
Look at the nameplate of your house. Is there her original surname on it? Or even her name? No? Recognition— cross.
Is she a housewife who works at least twelve to fourteen hours a day? Yes? Does she make money out of it? No? Money— cross.
—
Whenever I come across a term called woman, I cross it down. I replace it with mother. And when I glance at this word now, I see everything.
I see the whole goddamn world in it.
Because why not? She’s the one who doesn’t work for recognition or money, she works for the love she has for me and my family. Nothing else.
As a closure, there’s a Hindi excerpt that’s very close to my heart. I’d like to share this with you.
"Akhsar dekha hai maine
Purush kavi hota hai
Daarshnik hota hai
Filmkaar hota hai
Chitrakaar hota hai
Bahut bechain hai kuch rachne ke liye
Kyunki wo kabhi jeevan nhi rach sakta
Kyuki wo kabhi maa nahi bann sakta."
Translation:
I have seen it too often,
A man is a poet,
A philosopher,
A director,
A painter,
He’s very restless to create something,
As he can’t create a life.
Because he can never become a mother.
#review #Saviour #random
Why's a man who?
Why's a beast what?
What does he has?
What does it lack?
Men brag of brain
Beasts also think
Why's he a man?
Why's it a beast?
He has two scales
It has just one
Mood and morals
It lives on mood
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
Why's a beast what?
What does he has?
What does it lack?
Men brag of brain
Beasts also think
Why's he a man?
Why's it a beast?
He has two scales
It has just one
Mood and morals
It lives on mood
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
#shortstory #review #aqbilal
He wrote a piece. Read it, and after some thought, deleted it. Suddenly, he wrote it again, rephrasing some sentences and changing the tone, better than the previous one. He copied the text to a social media website and saved it as a draft. Before he published, he made some changes here and there, making it poetic and beautiful.
"You are a genius, man", somebody commented. "It seems the words are at your service, brother", the other one wrote. He sighed and kept the phone on side table. A notification popped up,
"You write too good, I'd love to talk to you".
"N-o- y-o-u-u-u wo-wo-won't", he thought aloud, stuttering as usual.
-A.Q.Bilal
He wrote a piece. Read it, and after some thought, deleted it. Suddenly, he wrote it again, rephrasing some sentences and changing the tone, better than the previous one. He copied the text to a social media website and saved it as a draft. Before he published, he made some changes here and there, making it poetic and beautiful.
"You are a genius, man", somebody commented. "It seems the words are at your service, brother", the other one wrote. He sighed and kept the phone on side table. A notification popped up,
"You write too good, I'd love to talk to you".
"N-o- y-o-u-u-u wo-wo-won't", he thought aloud, stuttering as usual.
-A.Q.Bilal