#review #poetry #sorry
I'm sorry you can't trust me
And won't ever let me in
I'm sorry you don't believe in me
And that I could not win
I'm sorry for not being perfect
And for not being able to break your fears
I'm sorry for messing up
And causing to all your worry
I'm sorry I can't fix it
And make you want to stay
I'm sorry I was not good enough
And now I have pay to attention
I'm so sorry I was so stupid
You have not seen my best 🙃
I'm sorry you can't trust me
And won't ever let me in
I'm sorry you don't believe in me
And that I could not win
I'm sorry for not being perfect
And for not being able to break your fears
I'm sorry for messing up
And causing to all your worry
I'm sorry I can't fix it
And make you want to stay
I'm sorry I was not good enough
And now I have pay to attention
I'm so sorry I was so stupid
You have not seen my best 🙃
#review #poem #Volfortat
In a river it sank the old man's boat,
He gave up of everything even his cloak,
For i forgive, but i don't forget,
The way love's paving; the new road he has met.
As i ascend to darkness in a way
That many would seem skeptical to go,
But as i am i don't fear to lay,
In this river that gives water to a crow.
In a river it sank the old man's boat,
He gave up of everything even his cloak,
For i forgive, but i don't forget,
The way love's paving; the new road he has met.
As i ascend to darkness in a way
That many would seem skeptical to go,
But as i am i don't fear to lay,
In this river that gives water to a crow.
Does it happen to you?
When everything around turns silent
and all you can hear is yout heart beating hastily,
scared and afraid that the silence would eat you up.
When you don't know what to do or where to go,
like you've lost your senses and directions.
When all you feel is fear,
while you shiver in the lonesome night.
Does it happen to you?
When even your screams are inaudible,
you shout at the top of your lungs,
but all you get is a burning throat.
When it seems like even your body is fading away,
into the abyss, choking and pulling you towards it.
Does it happen to you?
When cheery moments suddenly turns blue,
smiles suddenly turns into horrifying memories.
when the pasts lurks onto you like some centipede,
and you find yourself standing in nowhere.
Does it happen to you?
#review #poetry #TheTangledWords
When everything around turns silent
and all you can hear is yout heart beating hastily,
scared and afraid that the silence would eat you up.
When you don't know what to do or where to go,
like you've lost your senses and directions.
When all you feel is fear,
while you shiver in the lonesome night.
Does it happen to you?
When even your screams are inaudible,
you shout at the top of your lungs,
but all you get is a burning throat.
When it seems like even your body is fading away,
into the abyss, choking and pulling you towards it.
Does it happen to you?
When cheery moments suddenly turns blue,
smiles suddenly turns into horrifying memories.
when the pasts lurks onto you like some centipede,
and you find yourself standing in nowhere.
Does it happen to you?
#review #poetry #TheTangledWords
You’re drunk.
It’s a birthday party and everybody’s dancing. You have drunk off your limits and now you’re searching for a room to relax a bit.
You finally find a room and the door’s already open.
But you see there’s a girl in there. She’s holding her forehead with both her hands like she has committed a dark sin.
Maybe she drank, too.
‘Excuse me. Do you mind if I sit in here? Actually, there’s too much noise in the hall.’
‘Sure.’
You sit beside her on the same bed and venture what’s wrong with her.
‘I’m drunk and it’s my first time,’ she says, mulls over something, and continues, ‘I shouldn’t have had so much.’
And, as she says that, the light goes off.
The power supply’s cut.
‘Oh, my.’ She mumbles inside her trembling lips, picks herself up, and sits afar from where she was sitting earlier.
‘My cell phone’s in the hall,’ she says, again within herself.
She’s not afraid of darkness. She is afraid of a man in darkness.
You sense the gravity of the situation and leave the room, straight away. And a few minutes later, you return with a flashlight on.
‘May I now come in, madam?’ You say in a sarcastic tone.
‘Haha, how sweet. Come on in.’ She says to you, with a small, warm smile.
‘Not all men are same.’ She says, this time to her inner-self.
"Build a character in such a way that even in a dark room, a girl feels safe with you."
#Saviour #review #random
It’s a birthday party and everybody’s dancing. You have drunk off your limits and now you’re searching for a room to relax a bit.
You finally find a room and the door’s already open.
But you see there’s a girl in there. She’s holding her forehead with both her hands like she has committed a dark sin.
Maybe she drank, too.
‘Excuse me. Do you mind if I sit in here? Actually, there’s too much noise in the hall.’
‘Sure.’
You sit beside her on the same bed and venture what’s wrong with her.
‘I’m drunk and it’s my first time,’ she says, mulls over something, and continues, ‘I shouldn’t have had so much.’
And, as she says that, the light goes off.
The power supply’s cut.
‘Oh, my.’ She mumbles inside her trembling lips, picks herself up, and sits afar from where she was sitting earlier.
‘My cell phone’s in the hall,’ she says, again within herself.
She’s not afraid of darkness. She is afraid of a man in darkness.
You sense the gravity of the situation and leave the room, straight away. And a few minutes later, you return with a flashlight on.
‘May I now come in, madam?’ You say in a sarcastic tone.
‘Haha, how sweet. Come on in.’ She says to you, with a small, warm smile.
‘Not all men are same.’ She says, this time to her inner-self.
"Build a character in such a way that even in a dark room, a girl feels safe with you."
#Saviour #review #random
Trust
For a friend
To run past
His friend
Within trees
To reach
A stream
It shows his trust
That
He won't stab him
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
For a friend
To run past
His friend
Within trees
To reach
A stream
It shows his trust
That
He won't stab him
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
#review #sk #poem
The brethren of evil walk the earth,
They corrupt its residents and swallow their worth.
Their hairs are long and their mouths have fangs,
They are wise and their words seem to be of fartherlands.
Their motive is to become strong,
They hide their emotions and deepen their bonds.
They shall succumb to any level for the sake of their goals,
To succeed they will deal with their souls.
They manipulate the masses and alter the truths,
They are smart and form their groups.
They spread darkness in the name of revolution,
And kill dreams for evolution.
Are they evil? Are they wise?
Who knows? Maybe their ideals will form a paradise.
The freedom binds and the reality reminds us,
They don't lie but nor are they truth speakers, as they change stories and we become seekers.
They cause us misery and we withstand it,
We show them kindness and they misunderstand it.
This is just illogical,
This cannot be possible,
They just laugh and grin,
We have become completely blind within.
The world is cruel and the innocents drown,
They wear the crowns and their whip just binds around.
To keep up we need to be changing,
But what shall we do, our real self is fading.
The relationship of these groups is based on trust,
The trust which will eventually turn to dust.
When the two sides are interwined,
The two of us are left behind,
Everyone knows about our situation but this is becoming an addiction,
I know we will all eventually become a flower of corruption.
The brethren of evil walk the earth,
They corrupt its residents and swallow their worth.
Their hairs are long and their mouths have fangs,
They are wise and their words seem to be of fartherlands.
Their motive is to become strong,
They hide their emotions and deepen their bonds.
They shall succumb to any level for the sake of their goals,
To succeed they will deal with their souls.
They manipulate the masses and alter the truths,
They are smart and form their groups.
They spread darkness in the name of revolution,
And kill dreams for evolution.
Are they evil? Are they wise?
Who knows? Maybe their ideals will form a paradise.
The freedom binds and the reality reminds us,
They don't lie but nor are they truth speakers, as they change stories and we become seekers.
They cause us misery and we withstand it,
We show them kindness and they misunderstand it.
This is just illogical,
This cannot be possible,
They just laugh and grin,
We have become completely blind within.
The world is cruel and the innocents drown,
They wear the crowns and their whip just binds around.
To keep up we need to be changing,
But what shall we do, our real self is fading.
The relationship of these groups is based on trust,
The trust which will eventually turn to dust.
When the two sides are interwined,
The two of us are left behind,
Everyone knows about our situation but this is becoming an addiction,
I know we will all eventually become a flower of corruption.
#review #Shubhashriacharya #memories
Memories of the past that dwell
in the hidden clusters of the vast sky
are now metaphors of my poetry
Clamouring sirens of melancholy.
Memories of the past that dwell
in the hidden clusters of the vast sky
are now metaphors of my poetry
Clamouring sirens of melancholy.
#review #prose #Volfortat
Title: O' Lost laughing coffin
PART-1
Desire Increase from the shedding blood, a word, a momentum, and all the life’s choices would circle a woman. A Woman, who is deep in young blood, made a choice, to be cast out of heaven to live with her ancestors in hell, who is this woman? What’s behind the cloak, and behind the mask? A mask so rooted in hiding the face, that you probably would ask, but no answer would you know.
7:00 AM
– Oh that’s true isn’t it? Yes, that is the truth, but how come? Voice’s inspiring me, but none seem to let go of him? I may as well be a lucky bastard. – Said Jade, a young woman from London’s suburbs, in the outskirts of Havering, talking to herself. Didn’t slept since Yesterday, and ended up going an all Night awake for she’s a programmer, and a skilled one even, though she is just a young student at a school, with not many friends, or even a single one, she is, In the internet, one of the most famous programmers, one even might say she’s a hacker, but how come? She passes all night and all day looking for ways, looking for means, looking for tools, looking to leafs of inspiration to hack. But no matter. She had to sleep, for tomorrow it’s exam day, and even she, with no worrying over it, had reserved a time for studying, but it’s already 7:00 AM, it’s already tomorrow, how can she study? How can she, write and observe the subject? In a nearly scientific way of thinking? She couldn’t, she said she would memorize all of It in 2 hours before going to sleep, but now? Now? She couldn’t:
– Damn, it’s already 7:05 AM, I have to go – So she prepared herself, and after that, she took her cloak, and her pockets? Full of the keys, the wallet, and her phone. And went. Getting out of the house was quickly, but getting out of the neighborhood was more difficult, not because of some sloppy gangster, or some fool tying to rob her, as her neighborhood was full of such mysteries but instead, it was because the train, where she should go was not waiting, and to go to London, was a rather odd experience. All roads lead to London town, but she wasn’t in the best of times, and as such she hurried, she rans and asks for forgiveness after she collides with a merchant, and destroys half of the store (Or so it seemed) as running in the deep streets of Havering was dark and poisoned to the mind, not only by the smoke but by the snow, not only by the Crystal that it glances the eye, but also by the people there, full of distrust and sorrow, as it was poor Havering, a dark place for dark people (Or so it seemed). She stops running and says she can’t go any longer running, the feast of bits and bytes were cold but she could turn anything into a hot meal, nevertheless it was cold, and she couldn’t be waiting any longer for the train, as she was already there in 15 minutes. 15 Minutes running, who could tell she was this athletic? No one, for everyone says she was nothing but a lousy mouse of the library, a nerd-looking girl from the computers, but I guess everything Is better when motives are in higher demand. But while waiting for the train, almost a minute before she decided leaving, a strange person appears in the tracks, she’s smiling at her, and says: “Won’t be long after you join me” – She screams for help, a human being is now at stake, but everyone seems normal, and everyone stays calm, someone asks “Who are you talking about”, and she says that a girl is in the tracks, a laugh and a moment the person says “But there is nothing there” – There was nothing there.
Title: O' Lost laughing coffin
PART-1
Desire Increase from the shedding blood, a word, a momentum, and all the life’s choices would circle a woman. A Woman, who is deep in young blood, made a choice, to be cast out of heaven to live with her ancestors in hell, who is this woman? What’s behind the cloak, and behind the mask? A mask so rooted in hiding the face, that you probably would ask, but no answer would you know.
7:00 AM
– Oh that’s true isn’t it? Yes, that is the truth, but how come? Voice’s inspiring me, but none seem to let go of him? I may as well be a lucky bastard. – Said Jade, a young woman from London’s suburbs, in the outskirts of Havering, talking to herself. Didn’t slept since Yesterday, and ended up going an all Night awake for she’s a programmer, and a skilled one even, though she is just a young student at a school, with not many friends, or even a single one, she is, In the internet, one of the most famous programmers, one even might say she’s a hacker, but how come? She passes all night and all day looking for ways, looking for means, looking for tools, looking to leafs of inspiration to hack. But no matter. She had to sleep, for tomorrow it’s exam day, and even she, with no worrying over it, had reserved a time for studying, but it’s already 7:00 AM, it’s already tomorrow, how can she study? How can she, write and observe the subject? In a nearly scientific way of thinking? She couldn’t, she said she would memorize all of It in 2 hours before going to sleep, but now? Now? She couldn’t:
– Damn, it’s already 7:05 AM, I have to go – So she prepared herself, and after that, she took her cloak, and her pockets? Full of the keys, the wallet, and her phone. And went. Getting out of the house was quickly, but getting out of the neighborhood was more difficult, not because of some sloppy gangster, or some fool tying to rob her, as her neighborhood was full of such mysteries but instead, it was because the train, where she should go was not waiting, and to go to London, was a rather odd experience. All roads lead to London town, but she wasn’t in the best of times, and as such she hurried, she rans and asks for forgiveness after she collides with a merchant, and destroys half of the store (Or so it seemed) as running in the deep streets of Havering was dark and poisoned to the mind, not only by the smoke but by the snow, not only by the Crystal that it glances the eye, but also by the people there, full of distrust and sorrow, as it was poor Havering, a dark place for dark people (Or so it seemed). She stops running and says she can’t go any longer running, the feast of bits and bytes were cold but she could turn anything into a hot meal, nevertheless it was cold, and she couldn’t be waiting any longer for the train, as she was already there in 15 minutes. 15 Minutes running, who could tell she was this athletic? No one, for everyone says she was nothing but a lousy mouse of the library, a nerd-looking girl from the computers, but I guess everything Is better when motives are in higher demand. But while waiting for the train, almost a minute before she decided leaving, a strange person appears in the tracks, she’s smiling at her, and says: “Won’t be long after you join me” – She screams for help, a human being is now at stake, but everyone seems normal, and everyone stays calm, someone asks “Who are you talking about”, and she says that a girl is in the tracks, a laugh and a moment the person says “But there is nothing there” – There was nothing there.
Title - Dear Men
Dear men,
Do you remember when the first time on a bicycle, you were trying to ride?
And you fell, got injured and started crying because it was the pain you couldn’t hide.
So someone picked you up and scolded that men don’t weep,
No matter what the situation is, the tears inside you have to keep!
So that boy wiped up his eyes and tried to be strong as much as he could be,
But your pillow which is wet every day, can’t they see?
Do you remember the time when you were playing with some dolls?
So someone forced you to go outside to play cricket or football.
Or the time when you wore that pink shirt on your birthday?
So your friends mocked you as they thought feminine colours take masculinity away.
In that mockery and discrimination, your choices were ransacked,
But why do they ask now that you wear only white and black?
Do you remember the first time you said someone that you feel alone?
You feel like happiness is getting lost and you are sliding into depression zone!
So they ignored you saying you should be strong as men can’t be weak,
Don’t cry and be tough as damsels only want those who have macho physique!
And then you cried in the corners as telling someone you couldn’t dare,
But why they question your suicide and why your problems you didn’t share?
Speak out! Speak out before the world is short of dry pillows,
Before someone else is forcefully handed a blade of willows!
The suicide rates of men were always higher than that of women,
As society makes us machines of earning, dehumanising us each second!
We can only win the war with patriarchy if every gender comes together,
As equality is the only way to get out and it will be forever!
#review #themodernsaint #poetry
Dear men,
Do you remember when the first time on a bicycle, you were trying to ride?
And you fell, got injured and started crying because it was the pain you couldn’t hide.
So someone picked you up and scolded that men don’t weep,
No matter what the situation is, the tears inside you have to keep!
So that boy wiped up his eyes and tried to be strong as much as he could be,
But your pillow which is wet every day, can’t they see?
Do you remember the time when you were playing with some dolls?
So someone forced you to go outside to play cricket or football.
Or the time when you wore that pink shirt on your birthday?
So your friends mocked you as they thought feminine colours take masculinity away.
In that mockery and discrimination, your choices were ransacked,
But why do they ask now that you wear only white and black?
Do you remember the first time you said someone that you feel alone?
You feel like happiness is getting lost and you are sliding into depression zone!
So they ignored you saying you should be strong as men can’t be weak,
Don’t cry and be tough as damsels only want those who have macho physique!
And then you cried in the corners as telling someone you couldn’t dare,
But why they question your suicide and why your problems you didn’t share?
Speak out! Speak out before the world is short of dry pillows,
Before someone else is forcefully handed a blade of willows!
The suicide rates of men were always higher than that of women,
As society makes us machines of earning, dehumanising us each second!
We can only win the war with patriarchy if every gender comes together,
As equality is the only way to get out and it will be forever!
#review #themodernsaint #poetry
Curse of being a girl
The father is weeping,
Elders are disenchanted.
Mother was still unconscious,
Woke up with happiness and seeing the little child, heavily panted.
It was the day of misery,
Everything was doomed and melancholic.
A girl child was born there,
Everyone was turned a lunatic.
Killing her would be a risky task,
So what should be done they thought.
Throwing her up in the trash is the safest,
To get rid of her without getting caught.
The night grew darker,
And so did their intent.
Picked up the poor little creature,
Her painful cries couldn't make their mind bent.
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#muskan #poetry #review
The father is weeping,
Elders are disenchanted.
Mother was still unconscious,
Woke up with happiness and seeing the little child, heavily panted.
It was the day of misery,
Everything was doomed and melancholic.
A girl child was born there,
Everyone was turned a lunatic.
Killing her would be a risky task,
So what should be done they thought.
Throwing her up in the trash is the safest,
To get rid of her without getting caught.
The night grew darker,
And so did their intent.
Picked up the poor little creature,
Her painful cries couldn't make their mind bent.
Do visit the link in my bio to read full poem and support my blog please.
#muskan #poetry #review
The father is weeping,
Elders are disenchanted.
Mother was still unconscious,
Woke up with happiness and seeing the little child, heavily panted.
It was the day of misery,
Everything was doomed and melancholic.
A girl child was born there,
Everyone was turned a lunatic.
Killing her would be a risky task,
So what should be done they thought.
Throwing her up in the trash is the safest,
To get rid of her without getting caught.
The night grew darker,
And so did their intent.
Picked up the poor little creature,
Her painful cries couldn't make their mind bent.
Do visit my bio for the complete poem. Need your support guys. Thank you❤
#muskan #poetry #review
Elders are disenchanted.
Mother was still unconscious,
Woke up with happiness and seeing the little child, heavily panted.
It was the day of misery,
Everything was doomed and melancholic.
A girl child was born there,
Everyone was turned a lunatic.
Killing her would be a risky task,
So what should be done they thought.
Throwing her up in the trash is the safest,
To get rid of her without getting caught.
The night grew darker,
And so did their intent.
Picked up the poor little creature,
Her painful cries couldn't make their mind bent.
Do visit my bio for the complete poem. Need your support guys. Thank you❤
#muskan #poetry #review
A bumble bee,
Flying for million fields,
Came across a musky-pastel,
Immobile, gleaming glee.
The Bumble bee,
Sprinted before, anyone could taste
The rich ambrosia.
Soul pumping out,
Stood in awe and owes,
To the musky-pastel
Crimson red floweret.
Angst to his dismay.
He fluttered his wings,
In suspicious,
That maybe this,
Beauty turns out to
Be a beast.
Slow steps and ,
His valour took him
To the abstruse dainty,
Curved
Floral leaf Corolla.
And kissed, with all
His life.
Esse of nectar, his
Tongue ever soupçon.
Now, he couldn't
Stand,
For him,
It was his dream,
To sip
From the valley unknown.
Still buzzing and
Looking for it.
To taste it more ,
Often.
But suddenly, his
Breath started to choke.
He couldn't live or die anymore.
So, in pain
The nectar took his life.
Because every beautiful,
Face.
Is dipped in poison.
Now,
You decide
#poetry #review #almondglee
Flying for million fields,
Came across a musky-pastel,
Immobile, gleaming glee.
The Bumble bee,
Sprinted before, anyone could taste
The rich ambrosia.
Soul pumping out,
Stood in awe and owes,
To the musky-pastel
Crimson red floweret.
Angst to his dismay.
He fluttered his wings,
In suspicious,
That maybe this,
Beauty turns out to
Be a beast.
Slow steps and ,
His valour took him
To the abstruse dainty,
Curved
Floral leaf Corolla.
And kissed, with all
His life.
Esse of nectar, his
Tongue ever soupçon.
Now, he couldn't
Stand,
For him,
It was his dream,
To sip
From the valley unknown.
Still buzzing and
Looking for it.
To taste it more ,
Often.
But suddenly, his
Breath started to choke.
He couldn't live or die anymore.
So, in pain
The nectar took his life.
Because every beautiful,
Face.
Is dipped in poison.
Now,
You decide
#poetry #review #almondglee
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 16
CONDITION: HORROR
PROMPT: Write a story about two divergent snow covered paths.
“Y'all ready to hear a bedtime story?” Daley started, almost whispering. Nona was asleep. Daley had no plans of dealing with a cranky old antiquity. Not on a peaceful chilly night like this.
The five children were curled up in a ball. They sat around the lantern, dead silent with eyes fixed on him. The moon three the spotlight on Daley. The wind whistled in. Clearing his throat, Daley begun….
“This is a tale my father told me. One his father told him. One the Russian merchant told his father."
...
"It was that time of the year. The snow was unforgiving. It was the period where all paths vanished under the blanket of snow.
The wise old ones said,
“The paths where the winds only blow in your face should never be taken."
No one knew why it was so. The stories were all different. Too different. There was one thing that was common to every story however…"
Daley's eyes shot open. The moon hid behind a cloud. The rustling leaves stilled. The children huddled tighter. Daley broke his ominous silence…
“THE DISAPPEARANCES!”
"Everyone obeyed. Not a hair was out of place...
Till the day Billy disappeared.
The stories say he went reindeer spotting one afternoon. Cold and alone. He was a hardy one. Yes he was. Ol' Billy was lost in the majesty of the animals. He had admired them for years.
He trailed them about a mile. Straying further from the path he started on. He came to a split path.
There she was, chills all over, tears freezing over. Billy went to her. Knight in shining armor. She pointed down the leftward path. Pointing down the path, she voiced, "Papa."
...
Down they went. On and on. The trees got taller. Blocked out the sky. She pointed to a man. He wasn’t far off. Flat on his back and clearly unconscious. Billy rushed to him. He knew he had to act fast.
…
Eyes gouged out, gut carved into. Insides missing. Billy turned back to the girl. He knew they had to get out of there and fast!
His blood froze. Then it all came rushing back. The girl. She was in the tale his father told him. The vessel of the ghoul. The ghoul of the windy winter path. No one could hear his cries as it slashed into him.
Rumors say Billy survived...
He waits at the mouth of windy winter trails. Hoping someone who heard his story will follow him down the path to rescue a stray reindeer.”
#MA #review #shortstory
DAY 16
CONDITION: HORROR
PROMPT: Write a story about two divergent snow covered paths.
“Y'all ready to hear a bedtime story?” Daley started, almost whispering. Nona was asleep. Daley had no plans of dealing with a cranky old antiquity. Not on a peaceful chilly night like this.
The five children were curled up in a ball. They sat around the lantern, dead silent with eyes fixed on him. The moon three the spotlight on Daley. The wind whistled in. Clearing his throat, Daley begun….
“This is a tale my father told me. One his father told him. One the Russian merchant told his father."
...
"It was that time of the year. The snow was unforgiving. It was the period where all paths vanished under the blanket of snow.
The wise old ones said,
“The paths where the winds only blow in your face should never be taken."
No one knew why it was so. The stories were all different. Too different. There was one thing that was common to every story however…"
Daley's eyes shot open. The moon hid behind a cloud. The rustling leaves stilled. The children huddled tighter. Daley broke his ominous silence…
“THE DISAPPEARANCES!”
"Everyone obeyed. Not a hair was out of place...
Till the day Billy disappeared.
The stories say he went reindeer spotting one afternoon. Cold and alone. He was a hardy one. Yes he was. Ol' Billy was lost in the majesty of the animals. He had admired them for years.
He trailed them about a mile. Straying further from the path he started on. He came to a split path.
There she was, chills all over, tears freezing over. Billy went to her. Knight in shining armor. She pointed down the leftward path. Pointing down the path, she voiced, "Papa."
...
Down they went. On and on. The trees got taller. Blocked out the sky. She pointed to a man. He wasn’t far off. Flat on his back and clearly unconscious. Billy rushed to him. He knew he had to act fast.
…
Eyes gouged out, gut carved into. Insides missing. Billy turned back to the girl. He knew they had to get out of there and fast!
His blood froze. Then it all came rushing back. The girl. She was in the tale his father told him. The vessel of the ghoul. The ghoul of the windy winter path. No one could hear his cries as it slashed into him.
Rumors say Billy survived...
He waits at the mouth of windy winter trails. Hoping someone who heard his story will follow him down the path to rescue a stray reindeer.”
#MA #review #shortstory
I have a feeling you lost me before I lost you
This childish tug of war eventually cost you
I had a reason to believe you before you did
You told you were broken hearted just like me
How ironic it seems of the words we said to each other
We promised we will always be friends before lovers
Just a gush of air and our castle of cards fell down
Without you anymore, I am just a king without a crown
But its not regret that I feel but a closure long desired
I had burnt all my fingers playing with this fire
Everyday I woke up next to you, I felt inspired
Every night I stay away from you, I am no longer a liar
Though it hurts when the memories flash before my eyes
Our photographs are now the only souvenir I keep with me
We dreamt of a love so perfect but reality made us sigh
When we can't make each other whole, it's better to stay incomplete
#review #poetry #The_Lost_Poet
This childish tug of war eventually cost you
I had a reason to believe you before you did
You told you were broken hearted just like me
How ironic it seems of the words we said to each other
We promised we will always be friends before lovers
Just a gush of air and our castle of cards fell down
Without you anymore, I am just a king without a crown
But its not regret that I feel but a closure long desired
I had burnt all my fingers playing with this fire
Everyday I woke up next to you, I felt inspired
Every night I stay away from you, I am no longer a liar
Though it hurts when the memories flash before my eyes
Our photographs are now the only souvenir I keep with me
We dreamt of a love so perfect but reality made us sigh
When we can't make each other whole, it's better to stay incomplete
#review #poetry #The_Lost_Poet
Naked dice
Drunk poppets screaming
Cosmos of doubts,
literally asking about arrogance
Critisism falling back!
Rules fight for existence;
Morality in flow with moonlight.
Perception refined by greedy!
Looks like a naked dice;
Turning point in the flexible rise.
#review #poetry #santumonikalita
Drunk poppets screaming
Cosmos of doubts,
literally asking about arrogance
Critisism falling back!
Rules fight for existence;
Morality in flow with moonlight.
Perception refined by greedy!
Looks like a naked dice;
Turning point in the flexible rise.
#review #poetry #santumonikalita
Title : Corruption
Corruption ,atleast the one thing that we all can count our government on.
It's indestructable, immortal ,indefatigable atleast the one thing we can count our system on
When haemoglobin betray you, when paucity of humanity engulfs your ethics
Atleast there is something that runs through our veins, corruption
When economy is crawling in the hope of betterment there is something that stands its ground none other than corruption
You never left my friend in this world of full of selfish people
I wish you the wings of Rafael jet
I wish you grow exponentially surpassing the Statue of unity creating your own record
I wish you heights you have never reach
Not only me but my whole government love you with the bottom of our heart where your are already ingrained in the depts.
#review #yourreview#potery
Corruption ,atleast the one thing that we all can count our government on.
It's indestructable, immortal ,indefatigable atleast the one thing we can count our system on
When haemoglobin betray you, when paucity of humanity engulfs your ethics
Atleast there is something that runs through our veins, corruption
When economy is crawling in the hope of betterment there is something that stands its ground none other than corruption
You never left my friend in this world of full of selfish people
I wish you the wings of Rafael jet
I wish you grow exponentially surpassing the Statue of unity creating your own record
I wish you heights you have never reach
Not only me but my whole government love you with the bottom of our heart where your are already ingrained in the depts.
#review #yourreview#potery
Everything lies
Have you encountered a person who has never lied before? If you have, and he says he is a virgin, then believe me he is lying.
A son wanted to out wit with his grandfather, he posed some mathematical questions thinking the old soul will never process and find out the right.
"Hey grandpa can I ask a question" said the son to which his grandfather replied the obvious answer "yes, why not my child"
He asked some of the most difficult problems in his book which were highlighted as he was not able to solve it himself.
Giving a glance grandfather said ,"The numbers are lying here my child!"
"Ha ha grandpa you are a fool you don't know how to solve and you come up with an excuse" he said, giving a bright beam.
"Can I ask you a question, it's simple, " grandpa said.
"Yes , I am smart" he said proudly
" If one man builds a garage in 12 days how much time will it take to build if 12 men did the same?"
" 1 day of course "
" Then I suppose 288 men could build it in an hour and 17280 in a minute while 1036800 in a fraction of second."
#review #shortstory #shashwat
Have you encountered a person who has never lied before? If you have, and he says he is a virgin, then believe me he is lying.
A son wanted to out wit with his grandfather, he posed some mathematical questions thinking the old soul will never process and find out the right.
"Hey grandpa can I ask a question" said the son to which his grandfather replied the obvious answer "yes, why not my child"
He asked some of the most difficult problems in his book which were highlighted as he was not able to solve it himself.
Giving a glance grandfather said ,"The numbers are lying here my child!"
"Ha ha grandpa you are a fool you don't know how to solve and you come up with an excuse" he said, giving a bright beam.
"Can I ask you a question, it's simple, " grandpa said.
"Yes , I am smart" he said proudly
" If one man builds a garage in 12 days how much time will it take to build if 12 men did the same?"
" 1 day of course "
" Then I suppose 288 men could build it in an hour and 17280 in a minute while 1036800 in a fraction of second."
#review #shortstory #shashwat
I was with my mother at the best shoe shop in my district.
‘Ma’am, tell me, how can I help you?’
‘Do you have some men’s sandals for him?’ mother asked and craned her head towards me, to hint the shopkeeper that she’s talking about me.
‘Yes, ma’am. What’s his shoe size?’
‘10.’
‘Just a minute, ma’am. I’ll be back with the bests we have.’
He went to the other room, swarmed up the ladder and brought 5–6 best pairs with him. Like he said.
‘Which one of those do you like?’ she asked me, once I was finished up trying them all.
‘This greyish one. It has a trendy look.’
‘Okay. What’s the price of that grey one?’ my mother asked the shopkeeper in a polite tone.
‘Just 1100. But since you’ve come here for the first time, ma’am, there’s a 10% discount for you.’ He budged his fingers onto the calculator, just to show us the 10% calculation.
‘Here it is ma’am. Only nine-hundred-and-ninety rupees,’ he said.
My mother’s eyes first flickered, then lay down on the floor for a couple of seconds. Mulling.
Then all of a sudden, she looked at me dubiously, waiting for my reply.
I read the tangling lines on her brow and said;
‘I don’t want those Sandals, Maa.’
I paused, took a deep breath and continued, ‘The red one seems perfect. What’s its price?’ I asked the shopkeeper while looking straight into his eyes, without any shame.
‘550 including the 10% off.’
‘Pack that red one.’ I said while holding back my tears, not because we couldn’t afford it. Because my mother was humiliated as she didn’t buy me those grey sandals.
She didn’t say a word but I sensed it from her eyes.
We’re middle-class people and we have to think twice before buying anything expensive.
But hey, rest assured!
Time changes.
And mine will change pretty soon, too, I can promise you that.
#review #random #Saviour
‘Ma’am, tell me, how can I help you?’
‘Do you have some men’s sandals for him?’ mother asked and craned her head towards me, to hint the shopkeeper that she’s talking about me.
‘Yes, ma’am. What’s his shoe size?’
‘10.’
‘Just a minute, ma’am. I’ll be back with the bests we have.’
He went to the other room, swarmed up the ladder and brought 5–6 best pairs with him. Like he said.
‘Which one of those do you like?’ she asked me, once I was finished up trying them all.
‘This greyish one. It has a trendy look.’
‘Okay. What’s the price of that grey one?’ my mother asked the shopkeeper in a polite tone.
‘Just 1100. But since you’ve come here for the first time, ma’am, there’s a 10% discount for you.’ He budged his fingers onto the calculator, just to show us the 10% calculation.
‘Here it is ma’am. Only nine-hundred-and-ninety rupees,’ he said.
My mother’s eyes first flickered, then lay down on the floor for a couple of seconds. Mulling.
Then all of a sudden, she looked at me dubiously, waiting for my reply.
I read the tangling lines on her brow and said;
‘I don’t want those Sandals, Maa.’
I paused, took a deep breath and continued, ‘The red one seems perfect. What’s its price?’ I asked the shopkeeper while looking straight into his eyes, without any shame.
‘550 including the 10% off.’
‘Pack that red one.’ I said while holding back my tears, not because we couldn’t afford it. Because my mother was humiliated as she didn’t buy me those grey sandals.
She didn’t say a word but I sensed it from her eyes.
We’re middle-class people and we have to think twice before buying anything expensive.
But hey, rest assured!
Time changes.
And mine will change pretty soon, too, I can promise you that.
#review #random #Saviour
It's my heart, not some stony shard
Why won't it be filled with pain?
I'll let it bleed a gazillion times,
but would never complain
#review
#iwritesometimes
Why won't it be filled with pain?
I'll let it bleed a gazillion times,
but would never complain
#review
#iwritesometimes