Why strive for a love
That won't be reciprocated.
Though you may see
All sorts of gestures.
They're not for care
But to adorn their images.
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
That won't be reciprocated.
Though you may see
All sorts of gestures.
They're not for care
But to adorn their images.
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
#review #persephone #poetry
AM I Right?
They say be quiet
They say you'll get your rights
They say men don't bite
Then why am I so scared to go out alone at night?
They say sexism is just our paranoia
They say these women are anania
They say the abuse will go away
If there isn't a word you'd say.
But how long should we endure this pain?
Karma'd throw our menses on you like a rain
I know you don't like it when say these words
What makes you think "fuck" and "slut" are any better?
Isn't it misogynistic of you to say
That periods aren't pure
Those people feel the pain for giving birth to such assholes
And this pain's something you can't even endure.
Am I right?
Or not?
I'm sure you'd say
That I'm wrong.
Of course I'm a girl and I shouldn't have a say
Whether I wanna live my life in a better way.
I'm sure being a 'man' would teach you how to 'love' better
I've heard these lovers being the ones to instigate suicide letters
But half of the world is out there is ready for a witch hunt
When I share my poems to you, I risk a stunt
To the crowd who loves to stay quiet because it isn't you
I'd wish you to be in front of hitler instead of the jews
But conclusion would say that you got no fault
You are just encouraging the rapists out there, that's all
And it isn't as a big a crime as having a vagina
God give you some wisdom, I pray to goddess Athena
The way patriarchy has rotten our souls
That these people expect us to sit at home,
with a kid in womb and forget our goals.
I'm sure it isn't as big a deal for you
Because I'm the one here who's being accused
Of doing something , which apparently is a mistake
Whether you believe it or not, our species is at stake.
Am I right?
Or not?
I'm sure you'd say
That I'm wrong
Of course I'm a girl and I shouldn't have a say
Whether I wanna live my life in a better way.
AM I Right?
They say be quiet
They say you'll get your rights
They say men don't bite
Then why am I so scared to go out alone at night?
They say sexism is just our paranoia
They say these women are anania
They say the abuse will go away
If there isn't a word you'd say.
But how long should we endure this pain?
Karma'd throw our menses on you like a rain
I know you don't like it when say these words
What makes you think "fuck" and "slut" are any better?
Isn't it misogynistic of you to say
That periods aren't pure
Those people feel the pain for giving birth to such assholes
And this pain's something you can't even endure.
Am I right?
Or not?
I'm sure you'd say
That I'm wrong.
Of course I'm a girl and I shouldn't have a say
Whether I wanna live my life in a better way.
I'm sure being a 'man' would teach you how to 'love' better
I've heard these lovers being the ones to instigate suicide letters
But half of the world is out there is ready for a witch hunt
When I share my poems to you, I risk a stunt
To the crowd who loves to stay quiet because it isn't you
I'd wish you to be in front of hitler instead of the jews
But conclusion would say that you got no fault
You are just encouraging the rapists out there, that's all
And it isn't as a big a crime as having a vagina
God give you some wisdom, I pray to goddess Athena
The way patriarchy has rotten our souls
That these people expect us to sit at home,
with a kid in womb and forget our goals.
I'm sure it isn't as big a deal for you
Because I'm the one here who's being accused
Of doing something , which apparently is a mistake
Whether you believe it or not, our species is at stake.
Am I right?
Or not?
I'm sure you'd say
That I'm wrong
Of course I'm a girl and I shouldn't have a say
Whether I wanna live my life in a better way.
Quietly quietly..
i smoulder and burn,
The void inside, feeding on me..
Shackles of society,
Straining me numb.
Debts of duty,
a burden to bear.
Weighing me
dragging me
Down
...down
......down
Quietly quietly..
I seethe and rage,
The void inside, gaining on me.
Ever empty eyes,
Devoid of joy
stare through,
Their fake smiles, subtle ploys.
Quietly quietly..
I weep inside,
sobbing in silence
Muffling my screams
Regrets of choices
Of drowning my dreams
quietly quietly..
I smoulder and burn,
The void inside, feeding on me.
#review #AwaraAmber #thoughts
i smoulder and burn,
The void inside, feeding on me..
Shackles of society,
Straining me numb.
Debts of duty,
a burden to bear.
Weighing me
dragging me
Down
...down
......down
Quietly quietly..
I seethe and rage,
The void inside, gaining on me.
Ever empty eyes,
Devoid of joy
stare through,
Their fake smiles, subtle ploys.
Quietly quietly..
I weep inside,
sobbing in silence
Muffling my screams
Regrets of choices
Of drowning my dreams
quietly quietly..
I smoulder and burn,
The void inside, feeding on me.
#review #AwaraAmber #thoughts
Sarcastic
I do not have much to tell the world,
So I pose,
I write gibberish words,
That will show case me as an intellectual,
I write how dark my life is,
Then once finished, I will ask mom
"Why my coffee is cold today ?"
I write how I miss the one I love,
Then I go text my 5 concubines,
I would say, I don't want attention,
But I go seek and suck up on everything.
Deep inside I would know that,
I'm mediocre and want to be appreciated,
But the only way I could do that,
Is pose.
Lies, fakes and utter non sense to
Make myself feel,
How great am,when im nothing.
#review #poem. #modernday poets
I do not have much to tell the world,
So I pose,
I write gibberish words,
That will show case me as an intellectual,
I write how dark my life is,
Then once finished, I will ask mom
"Why my coffee is cold today ?"
I write how I miss the one I love,
Then I go text my 5 concubines,
I would say, I don't want attention,
But I go seek and suck up on everything.
Deep inside I would know that,
I'm mediocre and want to be appreciated,
But the only way I could do that,
Is pose.
Lies, fakes and utter non sense to
Make myself feel,
How great am,when im nothing.
#review #poem. #modernday poets
I used my money to Creat my empires
But some people destroy this and give me flowers
I don't know how do take revenge on them
But one day I will destroy them
They have taken away my business from me.
But I know the whole world with me
Some people call me a fugitive.
But one day I will proof that I'm native.
Nobody feel my pain
Because may be in future I will go in jail
IPL will start from tomorrow
But I'm not there because of covid
All guys pray for me
I wil return and pay back all money
And review my poetry
Than you will get a job in my factory..
( don't take last line seriously)
#review #poetry #mallaya
But some people destroy this and give me flowers
I don't know how do take revenge on them
But one day I will destroy them
They have taken away my business from me.
But I know the whole world with me
Some people call me a fugitive.
But one day I will proof that I'm native.
Nobody feel my pain
Because may be in future I will go in jail
IPL will start from tomorrow
But I'm not there because of covid
All guys pray for me
I wil return and pay back all money
And review my poetry
Than you will get a job in my factory..
( don't take last line seriously)
#review #poetry #mallaya
The world is a void, the darkness all the miseries
You give, you get and you get what you give.
Build your walls, draw your lines,
But break the one. That one that stops you.
The thorn that pricks you from touching your soul.
The storm that scares you from riding the waves of life.
The heart that pumps hate in your blood,
Trapping your delicate words, choking you up.
The wall you built, you break it down
Start to love, and start to own
Be your own wrecking ball,
Easier said, but you won't fall.
Start to love your self. Start to own your self.
Be your wrecking ball, and break the wall for good.
- #Gayathry
#review #poem
You give, you get and you get what you give.
Build your walls, draw your lines,
But break the one. That one that stops you.
The thorn that pricks you from touching your soul.
The storm that scares you from riding the waves of life.
The heart that pumps hate in your blood,
Trapping your delicate words, choking you up.
The wall you built, you break it down
Start to love, and start to own
Be your own wrecking ball,
Easier said, but you won't fall.
Start to love your self. Start to own your self.
Be your wrecking ball, and break the wall for good.
- #Gayathry
#review #poem
#review #poetry #collaboration #Volfortat #The_Lost_Poet
A Girl of a unknown land,
In the winter a scarf she had.
But a fang, like a little lamb,
between a tree she sat.
Questioning the intrinsic value,
of being alive and obligations.
Her beauty would knife you,
until you're out of sensations.
She asks the light if she can stay
Her mind is blank, thoughts disarrayed
Longing to find her role in this play
She's a weakened spirit and fades.
Her eyes look up with her soul well worn
A heavy heart and a recurrent sigh is the norm
But a mystical smile cuts through her scorn
Tears that cut her cheeks now be pearls that adorn.
But sudden was the feeling that goes,
As the water in a blink of an eye flows,
That same question perpetuating,
For which her misery she was reverberating
"I don't exist, as such i deny my existing.
I don't believe as a being i am living,
not for my own rambling apart sinning.
And such existence isn't a bell ringing.
i deny it for you because you need belief
And this mediocre existence is but a leaf."
And a being, no man, from the sky appeared:
"Don't worry, child for you have yet to sin,
but no greater than man's own selfish beard.
I am not a dictator nor an atrocious god nor grim,
You shall from me expect no face within afraid"
These were the words from which god was made.
"I only take from you, your freedom, faith i request,
And thinking is prohibited," — He said.
But as she thought and thought, patience was over,
And then she said: "I want a mind with no rover"
And by her heart, she followed, denying god once more,
Denying her fate, her treason to herself and her lore.
For she is not too late, and as such she went,
God's disappearing, to heaven him she had sent.
A Girl of a unknown land,
In the winter a scarf she had.
But a fang, like a little lamb,
between a tree she sat.
Questioning the intrinsic value,
of being alive and obligations.
Her beauty would knife you,
until you're out of sensations.
She asks the light if she can stay
Her mind is blank, thoughts disarrayed
Longing to find her role in this play
She's a weakened spirit and fades.
Her eyes look up with her soul well worn
A heavy heart and a recurrent sigh is the norm
But a mystical smile cuts through her scorn
Tears that cut her cheeks now be pearls that adorn.
But sudden was the feeling that goes,
As the water in a blink of an eye flows,
That same question perpetuating,
For which her misery she was reverberating
"I don't exist, as such i deny my existing.
I don't believe as a being i am living,
not for my own rambling apart sinning.
And such existence isn't a bell ringing.
i deny it for you because you need belief
And this mediocre existence is but a leaf."
And a being, no man, from the sky appeared:
"Don't worry, child for you have yet to sin,
but no greater than man's own selfish beard.
I am not a dictator nor an atrocious god nor grim,
You shall from me expect no face within afraid"
These were the words from which god was made.
"I only take from you, your freedom, faith i request,
And thinking is prohibited," — He said.
But as she thought and thought, patience was over,
And then she said: "I want a mind with no rover"
And by her heart, she followed, denying god once more,
Denying her fate, her treason to herself and her lore.
For she is not too late, and as such she went,
God's disappearing, to heaven him she had sent.
This aching feeling in my heart,
Devastating my soul slowly.
I'm lonely.
I wanna Rejoicing my self,
But I always find my self anxiously.
I'm lonely.
Yes, I have so many people around,
Still I'm lonely. ✍Lata Garg #review
Devastating my soul slowly.
I'm lonely.
I wanna Rejoicing my self,
But I always find my self anxiously.
I'm lonely.
Yes, I have so many people around,
Still I'm lonely. ✍Lata Garg #review
#review
#jessica
#poem
I will love till I remember everything I give is going to come back.
Every time I love,
I remember I am feeling all that essence.
No matter we don't talk,
I just close my eyes and feel your presence..
I know we don't have that official love affiliation,
But inside I want to have a good liaison.
I am so much in love that I start visualising...
"What will happen when we meet?
I will have no words how will I greet!"
There is all this story I have to keep in my arms..
I have my pen and paper that gives me a chance.
It does not remain the same,
The story is now changed.
Today I have no happy
feelings to be framed.
Only a sad love story written above my name.
No love is left between us it seems,
Still I know you love me and that is what it means..
I don't know whether it's right or wrong,
But I will love till I ain't gone
I want to repeat, loving and writing is what special I have.
I will write lovely till I remember everything I give's gonna come back.
-jessica Vishwakarma
#jessica
#poem
I will love till I remember everything I give is going to come back.
Every time I love,
I remember I am feeling all that essence.
No matter we don't talk,
I just close my eyes and feel your presence..
I know we don't have that official love affiliation,
But inside I want to have a good liaison.
I am so much in love that I start visualising...
"What will happen when we meet?
I will have no words how will I greet!"
There is all this story I have to keep in my arms..
I have my pen and paper that gives me a chance.
It does not remain the same,
The story is now changed.
Today I have no happy
feelings to be framed.
Only a sad love story written above my name.
No love is left between us it seems,
Still I know you love me and that is what it means..
I don't know whether it's right or wrong,
But I will love till I ain't gone
I want to repeat, loving and writing is what special I have.
I will write lovely till I remember everything I give's gonna come back.
-jessica Vishwakarma
Betrayal
She was love of my life
I thought so
Love was sweet
no wonder I got a new visual of life
Felt good! World seemed colourful.
Lyrics of all the love songs I heard
Started making sense.
Love became addiction
Worse than dope.
friends were ignored
Family was forgotten.
weight of the wallet got low than my self esteem
At her feet.
Money and my time
Raced to extinction.
You weren't good enough for me..
she said again and again and again
she needed her space.
I had lots in my heart. Still not enough!
"Let's break up" she said
Too tired to beg. Too hard to accept.
My Beading eyes searched for my pal
He was there. He was there.
There he stood. Smiling
Oh my friend!
I needed his shoulders.
The very shoulders
She was holding with joy..
Turning back without a word
I had all the time in the world
Though too tired to walk.
My mind raced to find out.
Whose betrayal cuts too deep?
So called friend or
Soul sucking fiance.
#poetry
#review
#sanjaik
She was love of my life
I thought so
Love was sweet
no wonder I got a new visual of life
Felt good! World seemed colourful.
Lyrics of all the love songs I heard
Started making sense.
Love became addiction
Worse than dope.
friends were ignored
Family was forgotten.
weight of the wallet got low than my self esteem
At her feet.
Money and my time
Raced to extinction.
You weren't good enough for me..
she said again and again and again
she needed her space.
I had lots in my heart. Still not enough!
"Let's break up" she said
Too tired to beg. Too hard to accept.
My Beading eyes searched for my pal
He was there. He was there.
There he stood. Smiling
Oh my friend!
I needed his shoulders.
The very shoulders
She was holding with joy..
Turning back without a word
I had all the time in the world
Though too tired to walk.
My mind raced to find out.
Whose betrayal cuts too deep?
So called friend or
Soul sucking fiance.
#poetry
#review
#sanjaik
#review
#poem
#waiting
WaitWait
It was a winter then, when we spoke.. Words that were truth, pure as snow..
Spring is here now as I woke.. Silence amidst just like the wind it flows..
Time passes like a sand from hand... And it's been a desert long..
Days and nights and month ends.. Must've missed the few as I counted wrong..
But your presence is like that chill breeze..
That one could feel in the summer's eve..
Leave me calm and free and my heart's at ease..
And I'll live it again and this is what I believe..
#poem
#waiting
WaitWait
It was a winter then, when we spoke.. Words that were truth, pure as snow..
Spring is here now as I woke.. Silence amidst just like the wind it flows..
Time passes like a sand from hand... And it's been a desert long..
Days and nights and month ends.. Must've missed the few as I counted wrong..
But your presence is like that chill breeze..
That one could feel in the summer's eve..
Leave me calm and free and my heart's at ease..
And I'll live it again and this is what I believe..
#review
#quote
#thoughts
Is it a balance game of some sort?
Why one has to cry for other to smile?
Why can't everyone around me be happy?
While I'm all laugh, why someone's having a break down?
Why we smile when it's just a lie?
Why nothing's simple which lies in a plain sight?
For the happiness does someone really has to pay the price?
#quote
#thoughts
Is it a balance game of some sort?
Why one has to cry for other to smile?
Why can't everyone around me be happy?
While I'm all laugh, why someone's having a break down?
Why we smile when it's just a lie?
Why nothing's simple which lies in a plain sight?
For the happiness does someone really has to pay the price?
#review
#poem #ashes
Ocean of Burning Sand.
Across the still waters, a fleet of boat;
broken are the oars broken are the men ,
A feeling settles and sinks in the heart
a little ray of hope din't make it to the dark den ,
Every times the scotch mist drizzles on the skin,
sad are the bleeding heart waiting for the sun again .
Bring me back the rustic scent of those days, my heart longs every now and then.
The satin sand slips from the fist , makes the noise so crisp and warm ,
The droplets set to make their way graze the hazel eyes, hiding inside is a roaring storm ,
Time has come , time has come , says the racing heart,
Its time to walk ahead and do what is your part.
What good are the goodbye's that rips the old oak from her soul apart.
Its a stained shroud and a trembling hands and the lone humdrum starts.
The singing sand whistles through the dunes , scorching sea and burning fumes.
There walks a tender pair , burning are the feet against all odds and the blazing heat..
The solace lost and found in strings it's a world full words and a scar that stings.
Alone in the crowd is the journey planned the screaming silence and a ocean of burning sand.. Ashes
#poem #ashes
Ocean of Burning Sand.
Across the still waters, a fleet of boat;
broken are the oars broken are the men ,
A feeling settles and sinks in the heart
a little ray of hope din't make it to the dark den ,
Every times the scotch mist drizzles on the skin,
sad are the bleeding heart waiting for the sun again .
Bring me back the rustic scent of those days, my heart longs every now and then.
The satin sand slips from the fist , makes the noise so crisp and warm ,
The droplets set to make their way graze the hazel eyes, hiding inside is a roaring storm ,
Time has come , time has come , says the racing heart,
Its time to walk ahead and do what is your part.
What good are the goodbye's that rips the old oak from her soul apart.
Its a stained shroud and a trembling hands and the lone humdrum starts.
The singing sand whistles through the dunes , scorching sea and burning fumes.
There walks a tender pair , burning are the feet against all odds and the blazing heat..
The solace lost and found in strings it's a world full words and a scar that stings.
Alone in the crowd is the journey planned the screaming silence and a ocean of burning sand.. Ashes
#review #poem #ashes
Memories
Memories , some burst of colours, some very define, some pale and faint.
Spaced in the time and reality there is no time for a re-visit or a retouch of paint .
These pictures tell you who you are and the journey that made “you” today .
Your picture in some one’s mind and heart may bring a smile and make it a day.
Options are many, you could be a soul remembered for ages to come and go
For you have brought in the joy of sharing and bringing smile where ever you go
Or you crumbled the paper, tore it apart too hard to be undone
One day you are gone and your memories are timbered , choose care fully which one.
...Ashes
Memories
Memories , some burst of colours, some very define, some pale and faint.
Spaced in the time and reality there is no time for a re-visit or a retouch of paint .
These pictures tell you who you are and the journey that made “you” today .
Your picture in some one’s mind and heart may bring a smile and make it a day.
Options are many, you could be a soul remembered for ages to come and go
For you have brought in the joy of sharing and bringing smile where ever you go
Or you crumbled the paper, tore it apart too hard to be undone
One day you are gone and your memories are timbered , choose care fully which one.
...Ashes
#review
#song
Don't Deserve A FixDon't Deserve A Fix
Ever young memories starts to fade,
Silver lining of my clouds is in black shade,
And no matter what I do I can't change,
Don't give me all of your time,
Every passing second is a waste,
Maybe I don't deserve a fix..
Leave me with my broken pieces,
That's all how I wanna be,
Maybe I don't deserve a fix..
#song
Don't Deserve A FixDon't Deserve A Fix
Ever young memories starts to fade,
Silver lining of my clouds is in black shade,
And no matter what I do I can't change,
Don't give me all of your time,
Every passing second is a waste,
Maybe I don't deserve a fix..
Leave me with my broken pieces,
That's all how I wanna be,
Maybe I don't deserve a fix..