Becoming “God”.
As I swayed
To the rhythm of dancing words
Sinking in the sands of thoughts
Trying to hold on dearly
To hide all these thoughts in letters
Yes,letters bathed in blood
And as I dipped my stylus in this pool
To be God.
Caught in the turmoil of what’s beneath me
Only to flee into this sanctuary
This of glowing nights
For really these little signs bring life
It’s blood to my thoughts
And skin to my soul
In these words life and death speaks
—the poet’s turmoil
.whosayegat🖤
#review
#everyone
#whosayegat🖤
As I swayed
To the rhythm of dancing words
Sinking in the sands of thoughts
Trying to hold on dearly
To hide all these thoughts in letters
Yes,letters bathed in blood
And as I dipped my stylus in this pool
To be God.
Caught in the turmoil of what’s beneath me
Only to flee into this sanctuary
This of glowing nights
For really these little signs bring life
It’s blood to my thoughts
And skin to my soul
In these words life and death speaks
—the poet’s turmoil
.whosayegat🖤
#review
#everyone
#whosayegat🖤
Hey guys! I've newly joined this group, so I'm asking for #review for my first poem , Critical comments are always welcome!😊
On Death
Death is but a peaceful song,
In which you must dance all alone,
And the steps you take,
along the side of rode,
Life flows beneath you,
As you sail abroad,
But you can't swim through,
It's dark and deep.
Two sides of coin,
Lies within, million leaps,
The soul may blessed,
As your flash may fall,
The stories of yore,
Let the world recall.
On Death
Death is but a peaceful song,
In which you must dance all alone,
And the steps you take,
along the side of rode,
Life flows beneath you,
As you sail abroad,
But you can't swim through,
It's dark and deep.
Two sides of coin,
Lies within, million leaps,
The soul may blessed,
As your flash may fall,
The stories of yore,
Let the world recall.
#review
Deep down
I'm hurt
Maybe burnt to the core
I don't want to
I need to
I hesitate because it's you
Your flaws never mattered
Mine was nothing
You were just cruel
Lost half of my heart to you
Yet you pay my back
You cut out all the lights
And wirings from inside
I'm put back together
Inviting you in
You're staying
But you're not staying
Our light is almost out
And time is running fast
I still love you
Deep down
I'm hurt
Maybe burnt to the core
I don't want to
I need to
I hesitate because it's you
Your flaws never mattered
Mine was nothing
You were just cruel
Lost half of my heart to you
Yet you pay my back
You cut out all the lights
And wirings from inside
I'm put back together
Inviting you in
You're staying
But you're not staying
Our light is almost out
And time is running fast
I still love you
#review
#shortstory #aqbilal
|The Wait|
Claire, was a beautiful rabbit, working for a Circus. No, not working, she was enslaved by a Circus house. She, with her two little kits Tom and Tim, was an element of entertainment for the audience. In a Circus season, she was expected to do her act two times a day, only to be a small amount of food thrown at her. Insufficient for the kits, let alone for her. Nevertheless, she continued doing her part, without
complaining or cursing, or what the Circus owner thought.
One day, one of the kits was feeling dizzy because of the deficiency of energy. Nevertheless, they were dragged to the stage with other animals. Claire tried to tell the Ringmaster about her son's plight. But, was lashed with a whip. The whip, designed for big animals, made a scratch on her back. She was dropped from the act, as an ugly animal would displease the audience. With tears, she was helpless. The scratch was aching and the heart was filled with the fear for her son.
The kits were given the place of their mother, letting it more difficult for the sick kit, Tom. While running on the rope for an act, Tom slipped and took her last breath. His death was hidden conveniently from the audience, Claire was also unaware. After the show, when animals were dropped at their cage, Claire received the dead body of her son. Tim narrated the complete story. Claire, after sobbing, took a glance out of the cage, the ringmaster and the owner were talking.
"I think today was not a good day for us, rabbits were out of their minds, ringmaster said.
"I think, the loyalty of the kid was more than her mother", said the owner with a wink. An obsequious laugh was heard.
Few months passed, the survived mother and son duo were doing their part, with heavy hearts. Not a day passed without a curse by Claire. As time passed, she stopped cursing as it was painful to recall the incident. The season passed.
Next year, before the Circus season, a calamity took the country on her trap. The financial emergency was announced, and the owner went insane. Without any hope, he travelled through cities with his Circus, with a hope of getting a place to put his shows. But, no landlord was ready to lease the land, no broker was ready to work with him. The day came, and he was forced to stand in the line for food, distributed by the government. A human right organisation took all the animals with them. Next day, a piece of news spread like a wildfire. The owner killed himself out of despair. The body was taken to hospital. When Clair was informed by her fellow animals, a wide smile appeared on her face. The wait was worth it.
-A.Q.Bilal
#shortstory #aqbilal
|The Wait|
Claire, was a beautiful rabbit, working for a Circus. No, not working, she was enslaved by a Circus house. She, with her two little kits Tom and Tim, was an element of entertainment for the audience. In a Circus season, she was expected to do her act two times a day, only to be a small amount of food thrown at her. Insufficient for the kits, let alone for her. Nevertheless, she continued doing her part, without
complaining or cursing, or what the Circus owner thought.
One day, one of the kits was feeling dizzy because of the deficiency of energy. Nevertheless, they were dragged to the stage with other animals. Claire tried to tell the Ringmaster about her son's plight. But, was lashed with a whip. The whip, designed for big animals, made a scratch on her back. She was dropped from the act, as an ugly animal would displease the audience. With tears, she was helpless. The scratch was aching and the heart was filled with the fear for her son.
The kits were given the place of their mother, letting it more difficult for the sick kit, Tom. While running on the rope for an act, Tom slipped and took her last breath. His death was hidden conveniently from the audience, Claire was also unaware. After the show, when animals were dropped at their cage, Claire received the dead body of her son. Tim narrated the complete story. Claire, after sobbing, took a glance out of the cage, the ringmaster and the owner were talking.
"I think today was not a good day for us, rabbits were out of their minds, ringmaster said.
"I think, the loyalty of the kid was more than her mother", said the owner with a wink. An obsequious laugh was heard.
Few months passed, the survived mother and son duo were doing their part, with heavy hearts. Not a day passed without a curse by Claire. As time passed, she stopped cursing as it was painful to recall the incident. The season passed.
Next year, before the Circus season, a calamity took the country on her trap. The financial emergency was announced, and the owner went insane. Without any hope, he travelled through cities with his Circus, with a hope of getting a place to put his shows. But, no landlord was ready to lease the land, no broker was ready to work with him. The day came, and he was forced to stand in the line for food, distributed by the government. A human right organisation took all the animals with them. Next day, a piece of news spread like a wildfire. The owner killed himself out of despair. The body was taken to hospital. When Clair was informed by her fellow animals, a wide smile appeared on her face. The wait was worth it.
-A.Q.Bilal
A Writer is someone who...
Feels the Situation's...
Create the Words World...
See the Real and Write the Real...
Sometime Writer's are Loving...
Sometime Writer's are Heartbroken...
Sometime Writer's are Motivators...
Sometime Writer's are philosopher...
Sometime Writer's are Erotic...
Sometime Writer's are FriendsZone...
Writer's are Full Package of Thinking...
#review
Feels the Situation's...
Create the Words World...
See the Real and Write the Real...
Sometime Writer's are Loving...
Sometime Writer's are Heartbroken...
Sometime Writer's are Motivators...
Sometime Writer's are philosopher...
Sometime Writer's are Erotic...
Sometime Writer's are FriendsZone...
Writer's are Full Package of Thinking...
#review
Title : Judge
We are in 21st century but
We are never changed...
Our mentality is never changed because
We are never changed...
We are still judging people by their face,clothes and size because
We are never changed...
Who the hell are we? to Judge Someone...
Judge first who you are?
Change your mentality first then World...
#review #KmK
We are in 21st century but
We are never changed...
Our mentality is never changed because
We are never changed...
We are still judging people by their face,clothes and size because
We are never changed...
Who the hell are we? to Judge Someone...
Judge first who you are?
Change your mentality first then World...
#review #KmK
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 17
PROMPT:Empty your pocket/purse onto the table.
Pick three random items.
Place them each on a white piece of paper in front of you. (this is to enable you too see them in relative isolation)
Label each piece of paper as I, 2, or 3
You must pick from one of the following –
These items are clues to either:
A. A murder
B. The end of an Affair or
C. The last known activity of someone who has disappeared.
Chose from A,B or C.
Now –
Start with the object you have labelled ’1′ & write for 10 mins about this.
Repeat for 2 and then 3.
Fit the three sections into a story.
When finished, lob of the ending you have written, and give the story the exact opposite ending
THE NOSEMASK
Still warm. Well, yes from my sweaty palms. But I feel her too. All this isn't adding up. I was gone for two minutes, no three. Maybe five. Ugh! Ten minutes
I knew it! I just knew flooding my bladder will cost me one day.
Would she just up and leave? Without her mask? In times like this?
Oh shit! That's snot?
Oh even her snot is cute!
Don't sniff it Micheal! Don't sniff...oh yeahhhhhh! That's the stuff. I could kiss this mask! Back to it, back to it!
Where the hell is she?
THE BRACELET
She didn't leave me a hug? Didn't leave a kiss. Dang! She couldn't even blow me one? I leave to take a wazz and she hands me a bracelet?
Oh but her eyes. I just couldn't tell her to keep it. Or she left knowing I'd piss all over it?
Oh no! She thought I'd piss all over our future too?
This is some test?
Oh come on! Come on!! What the fudge?? Who? Where? Where did my drink go? Tsk, crummy customer service.
THE PEN
Who goes to the coffee shop with a pen? Hmm, let's see...pepper spray pen? Giant wasp killing pen? Eye stabbing pen for cock-eyed waiters?
Oh no, Ginger wouldn't.
She would? Oh no she wouldn't.
And no one saw where she went?
People are zombies. Slaves to their icky beepy phones. That's why I never changed over. Huh? Huh? Who's the sucker now? Suckers!!
Oh Ginger! Ginger! Pick up my call at least! Oh crap. I just did that? I jammed Ginger's pen into the table?
Oh, oh, so now people stop looking at their phones. Tsk, idiots.
Ginger is going to kill me. I never learnt how to fix these pens.
Heck, let me sit here and do it.
You hear that?! I'm sitting here to do this even if it means I'll waste away here! What's the point of life anyways?
Take that, Cullum Porker!
I'm not getting up till I fix this pen. Hmph you did it this time Mike. Your rump is going to be glued to this chair till...well, till you break your neck after sleeping off and falling over. Yeesh, dark thought. No room for those...
Let's see. So inky tube thingy. Ermmm... Cute springy thingy... Erm case with yellow note rolled up in it.... Erm silver pen tip cover thingy...
WHAT!??? Case with yellow note?
"Mimo dear, if you're reading this now. It means I'm gone. And it means you tried to fix the pen though we know how that would end. Now I know you love me.
And I love you.I love you with all my butt. I would have said heart. But my butt is bigger. XOXO"
GRRRR! Ginger.
Somebody shoot me!!
Who writes an "I'm gone" note and doesn't say where she went?!
Author's note:
I apologize for the language used. 😂 The characters had minds of their own.
#MA #review #shortstory
DAY 17
PROMPT:Empty your pocket/purse onto the table.
Pick three random items.
Place them each on a white piece of paper in front of you. (this is to enable you too see them in relative isolation)
Label each piece of paper as I, 2, or 3
You must pick from one of the following –
These items are clues to either:
A. A murder
B. The end of an Affair or
C. The last known activity of someone who has disappeared.
Chose from A,B or C.
Now –
Start with the object you have labelled ’1′ & write for 10 mins about this.
Repeat for 2 and then 3.
Fit the three sections into a story.
When finished, lob of the ending you have written, and give the story the exact opposite ending
THE NOSEMASK
Still warm. Well, yes from my sweaty palms. But I feel her too. All this isn't adding up. I was gone for two minutes, no three. Maybe five. Ugh! Ten minutes
I knew it! I just knew flooding my bladder will cost me one day.
Would she just up and leave? Without her mask? In times like this?
Oh shit! That's snot?
Oh even her snot is cute!
Don't sniff it Micheal! Don't sniff...oh yeahhhhhh! That's the stuff. I could kiss this mask! Back to it, back to it!
Where the hell is she?
THE BRACELET
She didn't leave me a hug? Didn't leave a kiss. Dang! She couldn't even blow me one? I leave to take a wazz and she hands me a bracelet?
Oh but her eyes. I just couldn't tell her to keep it. Or she left knowing I'd piss all over it?
Oh no! She thought I'd piss all over our future too?
This is some test?
Oh come on! Come on!! What the fudge?? Who? Where? Where did my drink go? Tsk, crummy customer service.
THE PEN
Who goes to the coffee shop with a pen? Hmm, let's see...pepper spray pen? Giant wasp killing pen? Eye stabbing pen for cock-eyed waiters?
Oh no, Ginger wouldn't.
She would? Oh no she wouldn't.
And no one saw where she went?
People are zombies. Slaves to their icky beepy phones. That's why I never changed over. Huh? Huh? Who's the sucker now? Suckers!!
Oh Ginger! Ginger! Pick up my call at least! Oh crap. I just did that? I jammed Ginger's pen into the table?
Oh, oh, so now people stop looking at their phones. Tsk, idiots.
Ginger is going to kill me. I never learnt how to fix these pens.
Heck, let me sit here and do it.
You hear that?! I'm sitting here to do this even if it means I'll waste away here! What's the point of life anyways?
Take that, Cullum Porker!
I'm not getting up till I fix this pen. Hmph you did it this time Mike. Your rump is going to be glued to this chair till...well, till you break your neck after sleeping off and falling over. Yeesh, dark thought. No room for those...
Let's see. So inky tube thingy. Ermmm... Cute springy thingy... Erm case with yellow note rolled up in it.... Erm silver pen tip cover thingy...
WHAT!??? Case with yellow note?
"Mimo dear, if you're reading this now. It means I'm gone. And it means you tried to fix the pen though we know how that would end. Now I know you love me.
And I love you.I love you with all my butt. I would have said heart. But my butt is bigger. XOXO"
GRRRR! Ginger.
Somebody shoot me!!
Who writes an "I'm gone" note and doesn't say where she went?!
Author's note:
I apologize for the language used. 😂 The characters had minds of their own.
#MA #review #shortstory
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 18
CONDITION: None
PROMPT: Write a blasphemy
Author's note:
Rather delicate prompt. To avoid stepping on any toes I created deities. 🙈any similarities to actual deities is a mere conincedence.
Hepho- god of ugliness
Resoedin- god of the seas
Saaws- First god with signature big grey beard
Madisa-goddess with chains stuck in her scalp
Dekash- god of Death
Ephro- god of Beauty
Hepho. You divinely deformed elbow.
"Hiccup"
You're frigging ugly. But that's a good thing. Heck no it's not. Just look at you! Your mirror must be the most tolerant thing in the universe.
Resoedin is pretty rad. Riding the waves and being all smooth.
Saaws is rocking his...
"Hiccup"
beard. Oh, Madisa's braids are crazy lit this year! But you?
"Hiccup"
You're not even trying man! Or maybe you're trying...stop! Nothing can fix you.
"Hiccup"
You're the best. No one can take your place. Of course! You're perfect. Perfectly hopeless. No hot goddess riding in any time soon!
"Hiccup"
Even Dekash manages to be better looking than you. Kiss Ephro and you'd be all fixed up. No wait, she's way out of your league.
"Hiccup"
I heard you chose to forge weapons when momma dumped you like the trash you are...
"Hiccup"
What's that? You're sad? Gonna smite me? Chin up boy, buy yourself a makeup kit. I'm just a dashing drunk man...
"Hiccup"
swinging my bottle at you...
"Hiccup"
#MA #review #shortstory
DAY 18
CONDITION: None
PROMPT: Write a blasphemy
Author's note:
Rather delicate prompt. To avoid stepping on any toes I created deities. 🙈any similarities to actual deities is a mere conincedence.
Hepho- god of ugliness
Resoedin- god of the seas
Saaws- First god with signature big grey beard
Madisa-goddess with chains stuck in her scalp
Dekash- god of Death
Ephro- god of Beauty
Hepho. You divinely deformed elbow.
"Hiccup"
You're frigging ugly. But that's a good thing. Heck no it's not. Just look at you! Your mirror must be the most tolerant thing in the universe.
Resoedin is pretty rad. Riding the waves and being all smooth.
Saaws is rocking his...
"Hiccup"
beard. Oh, Madisa's braids are crazy lit this year! But you?
"Hiccup"
You're not even trying man! Or maybe you're trying...stop! Nothing can fix you.
"Hiccup"
You're the best. No one can take your place. Of course! You're perfect. Perfectly hopeless. No hot goddess riding in any time soon!
"Hiccup"
Even Dekash manages to be better looking than you. Kiss Ephro and you'd be all fixed up. No wait, she's way out of your league.
"Hiccup"
I heard you chose to forge weapons when momma dumped you like the trash you are...
"Hiccup"
What's that? You're sad? Gonna smite me? Chin up boy, buy yourself a makeup kit. I'm just a dashing drunk man...
"Hiccup"
swinging my bottle at you...
"Hiccup"
#MA #review #shortstory
Title : Love vs Friendship
The way I look at You
Feel something special in my Heart...
My Heart tells me to go near Her and tell Her how much I Love Her...❤️
The way You look at Me
Feel like no one can understand me like Him...
He is my best Friend and I Love Him as a Friend...💛
We are in Friend zone...💛💛💛
#review #KmK
The way I look at You
Feel something special in my Heart...
My Heart tells me to go near Her and tell Her how much I Love Her...❤️
The way You look at Me
Feel like no one can understand me like Him...
He is my best Friend and I Love Him as a Friend...💛
We are in Friend zone...💛💛💛
#review #KmK
Miracle:
Human beings now talk on the day they are born.
Those born today 28 of August 2020CE are already celebrating.
#review #AhmadMusa #thoughts
Human beings now talk on the day they are born.
Those born today 28 of August 2020CE are already celebrating.
#review #AhmadMusa #thoughts
I still remember you , Depression !
I was having
Sound sleep until
You knocked my Life ,
I checked you from the
Eyehole of my heart
And I denied to
Welcome you in my life .
Oh But , you were rigid
You stayed right there ,
You continued to
Knock and drill my life
But I ignored .
And then one day
I realised Somehow
You damaged my walls
Of heart and found your
Way to reach my heart,
You were successful
In destroying my
Walls of emotions.
I wish foolish I didn’t
Asked someone to drag you away
From my door.
And now it was too late
To stop you and ask someone
To help me out ,
You entered abruptly
You destroyed me terribly
You consumed me completely
And now ?
When you finally
decided to leave me ,
You took all my dopamine !
-अditi Shukla
#AS #review
I was having
Sound sleep until
You knocked my Life ,
I checked you from the
Eyehole of my heart
And I denied to
Welcome you in my life .
Oh But , you were rigid
You stayed right there ,
You continued to
Knock and drill my life
But I ignored .
And then one day
I realised Somehow
You damaged my walls
Of heart and found your
Way to reach my heart,
You were successful
In destroying my
Walls of emotions.
I wish foolish I didn’t
Asked someone to drag you away
From my door.
And now it was too late
To stop you and ask someone
To help me out ,
You entered abruptly
You destroyed me terribly
You consumed me completely
And now ?
When you finally
decided to leave me ,
You took all my dopamine !
-अditi Shukla
#AS #review
One day two sailors set to sail, not knowing about the fort coming storm, as soon as they reached to mid of the sea, they noticed the change in the weather the pleasantness of sea turned into ravage.
The storm became bigger and bigger the waves started to grow higher and fell sharply down with the tides the ship fly high and low. The young sailor was so terrified and started to scream load when the waves push the ship down he screamed out load "we are gone sink", when raised high he shouted out of his lungs "it's gone turnover"
Where the elderly one tried to easy him by saying "It shall pass my boy...ease" he went to him and started to pat on this back saying calmly "it shall pass" tried to pacify him thought the younger one was not able to get out the fear he continued to scream with fear and gloom, the whole night the ship dwindle with the tides, with the day the storm weakens so as the younger one became weak with fear and his throat fell short and turned mute
The other sailors noticed the wreckage from this ship and followed the path the young sailor notice the ship but was not able to speak are signal anyone, the older man slowly raise his hand and wave it towards and shouted as hard he could and the other came for rescuing them so time it is necessary to stay calm and wise and use it when needed and rise it with wisdom.. #review #shortstory
The storm became bigger and bigger the waves started to grow higher and fell sharply down with the tides the ship fly high and low. The young sailor was so terrified and started to scream load when the waves push the ship down he screamed out load "we are gone sink", when raised high he shouted out of his lungs "it's gone turnover"
Where the elderly one tried to easy him by saying "It shall pass my boy...ease" he went to him and started to pat on this back saying calmly "it shall pass" tried to pacify him thought the younger one was not able to get out the fear he continued to scream with fear and gloom, the whole night the ship dwindle with the tides, with the day the storm weakens so as the younger one became weak with fear and his throat fell short and turned mute
The other sailors noticed the wreckage from this ship and followed the path the young sailor notice the ship but was not able to speak are signal anyone, the older man slowly raise his hand and wave it towards and shouted as hard he could and the other came for rescuing them so time it is necessary to stay calm and wise and use it when needed and rise it with wisdom.. #review #shortstory
Behind my Stony DoorsBehind my Stony Doors
I am a man of lies
A man filled with warped truth
I wish to cry
Maybe then I’ll be sure I’m really hurt
Maybe then I’ll be able to see beyond my dark clouds
To see the storm crushing other shores
But I never shed a drop
Like a room with no open doors
I am a closed cannon
Filled with fired balls
I can’t keep them in
Neither can I let them go
For fear of hurting others
I watch as carnage destroys me inside
A deadly yet inevitable ride
Where shall I find a balm for my sores...
-inspo_a.rt
This is something I wrote when I was down.
This (whatever it is)is the first writeup I wrote.
I’ve kept it for close to two years.
I never planned to make it public because of the hurt that birthed it
Buh here I am..sharing it
#review
#everyone
#inspo_art
I am a man of lies
A man filled with warped truth
I wish to cry
Maybe then I’ll be sure I’m really hurt
Maybe then I’ll be able to see beyond my dark clouds
To see the storm crushing other shores
But I never shed a drop
Like a room with no open doors
I am a closed cannon
Filled with fired balls
I can’t keep them in
Neither can I let them go
For fear of hurting others
I watch as carnage destroys me inside
A deadly yet inevitable ride
Where shall I find a balm for my sores...
-inspo_a.rt
This is something I wrote when I was down.
This (whatever it is)is the first writeup I wrote.
I’ve kept it for close to two years.
I never planned to make it public because of the hurt that birthed it
Buh here I am..sharing it
#review
#everyone
#inspo_art
Everly Yours
The smell of the winter ends,
Still adorn my nostrils.
As I remember sinking into your words,
struggling to hold my senses still.
It was long after the days of fall,
My heart withdrew to take consent as it skipped a beat.
And in summer you bashed in and to your welcome, I was softly melting.
Humidly on my physicality as you heated the lust of love, I wonder if you were aware of how dearly your winter quilt warmed me up.
My love, it is for the times we spent and for the times we await, together for togetherness.
If ever a chance is granted upon my greedy self, I would go back to meet you a little sooner than we met.
To live a little longer in your arms against the time's consent, for I only desire to make this love better instead.
And with pleasurable guilt of our shameless love, let us be summoned into sweet life imprisonment.
©Pakhi
30.08.2020
#review
The smell of the winter ends,
Still adorn my nostrils.
As I remember sinking into your words,
struggling to hold my senses still.
It was long after the days of fall,
My heart withdrew to take consent as it skipped a beat.
And in summer you bashed in and to your welcome, I was softly melting.
Humidly on my physicality as you heated the lust of love, I wonder if you were aware of how dearly your winter quilt warmed me up.
My love, it is for the times we spent and for the times we await, together for togetherness.
If ever a chance is granted upon my greedy self, I would go back to meet you a little sooner than we met.
To live a little longer in your arms against the time's consent, for I only desire to make this love better instead.
And with pleasurable guilt of our shameless love, let us be summoned into sweet life imprisonment.
©Pakhi
30.08.2020
#review
#review #santumonikalita #poetry
Love me
I used to say it!
No one can hear that.
Only mummy says I love you as you're;
Smile told everyone who is broken inside.
My lips say if you leave yourself,
One day you'll find someone else!
And she said to you love me like you do.
Love me
I used to say it!
No one can hear that.
Only mummy says I love you as you're;
Smile told everyone who is broken inside.
My lips say if you leave yourself,
One day you'll find someone else!
And she said to you love me like you do.
I don't see
The time healing my soul
I don't see
Patience taking me closer to my goal
I can't find
My happiness which I lost in uncanny
I have searched for it in every nook and cranny
Nobody to listen, Nobody to care
Will You, not Judge me and be there?
This World Is So cruel, unjust and unfair
Will you, not doubt me and compare?
I am an introvert, not cool and scared
Will you, keep this secret unshared?
I know you have insecurity and still
You want to impress others
I know you won't promise me
Because this vicious world bothers.
#review #poetry
The time healing my soul
I don't see
Patience taking me closer to my goal
I can't find
My happiness which I lost in uncanny
I have searched for it in every nook and cranny
Nobody to listen, Nobody to care
Will You, not Judge me and be there?
This World Is So cruel, unjust and unfair
Will you, not doubt me and compare?
I am an introvert, not cool and scared
Will you, keep this secret unshared?
I know you have insecurity and still
You want to impress others
I know you won't promise me
Because this vicious world bothers.
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