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
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
* # One day I will definitely ask her * #
She will come to college every day
I will hide.
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her
She will look at me and smile
Then I will feel like I have conquered the world
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her
In college days, she would wear a new dress
Everyone will take photos with her
And I'll just keep watching from a distance
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
Her hair will come to her eyes while writing the paper
She will cover them behind her ears with one hand
I will fall in love with her.
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
Seeing her will suggest me a romantic song
I would deliberately chat loudly among friends in front of her.
She will listen to it and give a good reply
But she will not know that feeling.
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
She will keep her photos to status,
And I'll keep watching
She wants to reply,
There will be a desire to express feelings,
But I will not dare
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
And one day her birthday will come,
Very much wishing her well
And start talking somewhere
So I will wish her well,
And her reply to Tysm will also come.
And seeing that, I will fall in love with her even more
But he will not express my feelings.
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
Then one day the last day of college will come,
It will be three years
She must be walking in front
And my heartbeat will increase
Then the question will come to mind.
Whether she says yes or no
But then will think today r cross this
I will definitely ask her
Then Swapnil Joshi's style
And ask, will you be my spouse?
#review #poetry #kalsi
She will come to college every day
I will hide.
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her
She will look at me and smile
Then I will feel like I have conquered the world
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her
In college days, she would wear a new dress
Everyone will take photos with her
And I'll just keep watching from a distance
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
Her hair will come to her eyes while writing the paper
She will cover them behind her ears with one hand
I will fall in love with her.
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
Seeing her will suggest me a romantic song
I would deliberately chat loudly among friends in front of her.
She will listen to it and give a good reply
But she will not know that feeling.
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
She will keep her photos to status,
And I'll keep watching
She wants to reply,
There will be a desire to express feelings,
But I will not dare
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
And one day her birthday will come,
Very much wishing her well
And start talking somewhere
So I will wish her well,
And her reply to Tysm will also come.
And seeing that, I will fall in love with her even more
But he will not express my feelings.
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
Then one day the last day of college will come,
It will be three years
She must be walking in front
And my heartbeat will increase
Then the question will come to mind.
Whether she says yes or no
But then will think today r cross this
I will definitely ask her
Then Swapnil Joshi's style
And ask, will you be my spouse?
#review #poetry #kalsi
There is so much more . . . . .
There is so much more in the windy woods,
There is so much more in the flowing river.
There is so much more in the dusty desert,
There is so much more in the abundant clouds.
There is so much more in the heights of the mountain,
There is so much more in the depth of the Pacific.
There is so much more in the lustrous rays of morning,
There is so much more in the mistiness of gloomy night.
There is so much more in the corners her smilingly lips,
There is so much more in the sheen of my restless eyes.
There is so much more in the humdrum life,
And there is so much more in the charming death.
#Manish #Words #review
There is so much more in the windy woods,
There is so much more in the flowing river.
There is so much more in the dusty desert,
There is so much more in the abundant clouds.
There is so much more in the heights of the mountain,
There is so much more in the depth of the Pacific.
There is so much more in the lustrous rays of morning,
There is so much more in the mistiness of gloomy night.
There is so much more in the corners her smilingly lips,
There is so much more in the sheen of my restless eyes.
There is so much more in the humdrum life,
And there is so much more in the charming death.
#Manish #Words #review
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 16
CONDITION: Adventure
PROMPT: A girl cares nothing about you or what you have to say. Spam her with a story that makes her reply your text.
Today was amazinggg!!🥺
I left the house! Like finally!!!😆😆
Dad tried to throw me off the idea.Tsk! As if I'd listen this time😒
So I jumped out of the house. I really needed to clear my head.😔
And then it happened!!🥺
I saw the hill I'd been wanting to climb ever since we moved here!!!🤩🤩😆
Ouuu I climbed the crap out of it!🕺🤸
Wind blowing through my afro💃😌
ABSOLUTE FREEDOM!!!🥳🥳
And heck yeah! I legit have an afro😒
Yeah, so I went up there feeling amazingggg!!!😆
😑And totally out of breath.
The view! Oh the view was worth every step! 🥺🥺,
Where do I even start?!!😃
😒So many crummy rooftops.
And thennnn🥺🥺 the lake!
You have to see it!!
😌 Don't leave me on blueticks this time and maybe I'd bring you to see it.❤️❤️
Hmph as if you'd even want to go somewhere with me😔😔.
Anywaysss🌚...
I WOULD HAVE STAYED UP THERE FOREVER!!
But something critical got in the way😤
A suspicious pigeon threatened to drop packages on me. ☹️☹️
Maybe next time I'll go bird hunting on that hill😠😠 hmphh!
😌 I learnt the most VALUABLE lesson from today's hike.
☹️That I'm the worst photographer on earth.
So I have no pictures to show for this totally-not-made-up story.
🥺please don't ignore this.
#MA #review #shortstory
DAY 16
CONDITION: Adventure
PROMPT: A girl cares nothing about you or what you have to say. Spam her with a story that makes her reply your text.
Today was amazinggg!!🥺
I left the house! Like finally!!!😆😆
Dad tried to throw me off the idea.Tsk! As if I'd listen this time😒
So I jumped out of the house. I really needed to clear my head.😔
And then it happened!!🥺
I saw the hill I'd been wanting to climb ever since we moved here!!!🤩🤩😆
Ouuu I climbed the crap out of it!🕺🤸
Wind blowing through my afro💃😌
ABSOLUTE FREEDOM!!!🥳🥳
And heck yeah! I legit have an afro😒
Yeah, so I went up there feeling amazingggg!!!😆
😑And totally out of breath.
The view! Oh the view was worth every step! 🥺🥺,
Where do I even start?!!😃
😒So many crummy rooftops.
And thennnn🥺🥺 the lake!
You have to see it!!
😌 Don't leave me on blueticks this time and maybe I'd bring you to see it.❤️❤️
Hmph as if you'd even want to go somewhere with me😔😔.
Anywaysss🌚...
I WOULD HAVE STAYED UP THERE FOREVER!!
But something critical got in the way😤
A suspicious pigeon threatened to drop packages on me. ☹️☹️
Maybe next time I'll go bird hunting on that hill😠😠 hmphh!
😌 I learnt the most VALUABLE lesson from today's hike.
☹️That I'm the worst photographer on earth.
So I have no pictures to show for this totally-not-made-up story.
🥺please don't ignore this.
#MA #review #shortstory
Who am I ?
The uprising beats asking me who am I?
A thought born far past in the distance,
A vision to take storms on a toll,
A dark mass behind the scorched skin,
A calm standing still beneath the pacific,
A rising tides of moments or depth of a song,
A walk in the hilly clouds or sway of a wind,
A childish dream to catch a feather or an early bird of a cage,
A voice yet to be smothered or a sodden leaf yet to get warmth,
An awaken eyes waiting for living dream or solitude sitting in the rainy corner
So much to sleep with and to wake up with less,
Maybe I am just a vapor of water traveling down here waiting to kiss the air.
#Manish #Words #review
The uprising beats asking me who am I?
A thought born far past in the distance,
A vision to take storms on a toll,
A dark mass behind the scorched skin,
A calm standing still beneath the pacific,
A rising tides of moments or depth of a song,
A walk in the hilly clouds or sway of a wind,
A childish dream to catch a feather or an early bird of a cage,
A voice yet to be smothered or a sodden leaf yet to get warmth,
An awaken eyes waiting for living dream or solitude sitting in the rainy corner
So much to sleep with and to wake up with less,
Maybe I am just a vapor of water traveling down here waiting to kiss the air.
#Manish #Words #review
#review #shubhashriacharya
#book
He's a book
She went through the pages
Bookmarked her favourite chapters
To read them for ages.
#book
He's a book
She went through the pages
Bookmarked her favourite chapters
To read them for ages.
#review #Ashish #poetry
Wonder, ya, amidst of grasses green,
Azuring sky , with spot of golden bean,
Listless soul strolling by the woods,
Spots his glances on scene serene.
Bearing dew drops of the mist , carried by the ziphyer,
Daffodils reflected myriad bands,
And scarlet roses with safflower,
Rhyming ' freedom for their heart', unseen.
But , heavy heart dragged by me,
All this beauty to the void ,I see,
Oh, this spring hath cursed the life ,
And faith had brought a new misery.
Heat of the sun sqeezes the eyes,
Warm breeze striking the cold face,
Pictures past across the mirror,
Shrinking nerves in pool of rage.
Oh that damsel? Oh that girl.'
With face of moon and gazzel's eyes,
Locks of dense hairs shining bright.
Bliss of wisdom toucheth the lips,
Yet, florid cheeks and manner wise .
But time doth pass like sands on glass,
And all it leaves, are ,horror scars,
Better been with time, u fly,
Else, these scars do slay thy life.
Standing tall frivolously against ,
The ocean waves, bringeth maiden's voice ,
Yet, chooseth I , to let the pain ,
Poisen veins and heart, spoileth.
Wonder, ya, amidst of grasses green,
Azuring sky , with spot of golden bean,
Listless soul strolling by the woods,
Spots his glances on scene serene.
Bearing dew drops of the mist , carried by the ziphyer,
Daffodils reflected myriad bands,
And scarlet roses with safflower,
Rhyming ' freedom for their heart', unseen.
But , heavy heart dragged by me,
All this beauty to the void ,I see,
Oh, this spring hath cursed the life ,
And faith had brought a new misery.
Heat of the sun sqeezes the eyes,
Warm breeze striking the cold face,
Pictures past across the mirror,
Shrinking nerves in pool of rage.
Oh that damsel? Oh that girl.'
With face of moon and gazzel's eyes,
Locks of dense hairs shining bright.
Bliss of wisdom toucheth the lips,
Yet, florid cheeks and manner wise .
But time doth pass like sands on glass,
And all it leaves, are ,horror scars,
Better been with time, u fly,
Else, these scars do slay thy life.
Standing tall frivolously against ,
The ocean waves, bringeth maiden's voice ,
Yet, chooseth I , to let the pain ,
Poisen veins and heart, spoileth.
*One day I will definitely ask her*
She will come to college every day
I will hide.
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her
She will look at me and smile
Then I will feel like I have conquered the world
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her
In college days, she would wear a new dress
Everyone will take photos with her
And I'll just keep watching from a distance
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
Her hair will come to her eyes while writing the paper
She will cover them behind her ears with one hand
I will fall in love with her.
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
Seeing her will suggest me a romantic song
I would deliberately chat loudly among friends in front of her.
She will listen to it and give a good reply
But she will not know that feeling.
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
She will keep her photos to status,
And I'll keep watching
She wants to reply,
There will be a desire to express feelings,
But I will not dare
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
And one day her birthday will come,
Very much wishing her well
And start talking somewhere
So I will wish her well,
And her reply to Tysm will also come.
And seeing that, I will fall in love with her even more
But he will not express my feelings.
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
Then one day the last day of college will come,
It will be three years
She must be walking in front
And my heartbeat will increase
Then the question will come to mind.
Whether she says yes or no
But then will think today r cross this
I will definitely ask her
Then Swapnil Joshi's style
And ask, will you be my spouse?
#review #akash
She will come to college every day
I will hide.
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her
She will look at me and smile
Then I will feel like I have conquered the world
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her
In college days, she would wear a new dress
Everyone will take photos with her
And I'll just keep watching from a distance
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
Her hair will come to her eyes while writing the paper
She will cover them behind her ears with one hand
I will fall in love with her.
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
Seeing her will suggest me a romantic song
I would deliberately chat loudly among friends in front of her.
She will listen to it and give a good reply
But she will not know that feeling.
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
She will keep her photos to status,
And I'll keep watching
She wants to reply,
There will be a desire to express feelings,
But I will not dare
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
And one day her birthday will come,
Very much wishing her well
And start talking somewhere
So I will wish her well,
And her reply to Tysm will also come.
And seeing that, I will fall in love with her even more
But he will not express my feelings.
But this is how long it will last
One day I will definitely ask her.
Then one day the last day of college will come,
It will be three years
She must be walking in front
And my heartbeat will increase
Then the question will come to mind.
Whether she says yes or no
But then will think today r cross this
I will definitely ask her
Then Swapnil Joshi's style
And ask, will you be my spouse?
#review #akash
How long will it take
To reach
Where the sky and land
Meet?
For that long will man
Live
In where he chose in this
Life
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
To reach
Where the sky and land
Meet?
For that long will man
Live
In where he chose in this
Life
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
WORDS
Some words are pure and profound, where some are trespassers of mind, strolling like a cat,
Some words are carved in a sacred walls of history, where some are waiting to be written on a grave,
Some words leads to the unlocked doors of my loved ones, where some are pointing at the fake flickering lights,
Some words are bagging on the way long to unnamed God, Where some are freezing in the frivolous fights,
What a jungle I am in!, where people are even articulating through their eyes and kissing them with the frisky fun of heart,
Look how enigmaticly they are murmuring!, Is it some kind of game or we are the one being played ?
- Manish Dabhi
#Manish #Words #review
Some words are pure and profound, where some are trespassers of mind, strolling like a cat,
Some words are carved in a sacred walls of history, where some are waiting to be written on a grave,
Some words leads to the unlocked doors of my loved ones, where some are pointing at the fake flickering lights,
Some words are bagging on the way long to unnamed God, Where some are freezing in the frivolous fights,
What a jungle I am in!, where people are even articulating through their eyes and kissing them with the frisky fun of heart,
Look how enigmaticly they are murmuring!, Is it some kind of game or we are the one being played ?
- Manish Dabhi
#Manish #Words #review
#review #poem #Volfortat
Lake, lake taking the sky,
Take my heart, take my flesh,
Let me dance with angels high,
And guarantee my own eternal rest,
While you smoke and sigh,
Give my head to the devil's nest,
And don't you stop me, don't you lie.
As you lake i take to my own,
On this photograph, on these words,
Enjoy the wolf, enjoy the midnight owl,
As this is my strength, my forces.
Lake, lake taking the sky,
Take my heart, take my flesh,
Let me dance with angels high,
And guarantee my own eternal rest,
While you smoke and sigh,
Give my head to the devil's nest,
And don't you stop me, don't you lie.
As you lake i take to my own,
On this photograph, on these words,
Enjoy the wolf, enjoy the midnight owl,
As this is my strength, my forces.