#review #poem
A chariot of gold
Horns in the seat
Wheels of bones
No one to greet
Pulled by the slaves
Killed by the whip
A trip to the hell
For the tripped and weak
Stared by the lost
Followed by the dead
Gained by the lost
Pursuing the smile
Well, this is my first time writing something here i hope you will help me out
And i wrote this during my maths class 😅
Yeah it was that boring
A chariot of gold
Horns in the seat
Wheels of bones
No one to greet
Pulled by the slaves
Killed by the whip
A trip to the hell
For the tripped and weak
Stared by the lost
Followed by the dead
Gained by the lost
Pursuing the smile
Well, this is my first time writing something here i hope you will help me out
And i wrote this during my maths class 😅
Yeah it was that boring
𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙜𝙤..
sometimes
you've had enough
of getting hurt
sometimes its ok not to fight
Sometimes the lines get blurry
between what you want
And what's right
I've long since lost
the way to peace
the choice to choose whatever i might
The only path
they say
Is surrender
And yet
I hesitate
I remember being me
I remember the wind on my hair
I remember
the resonance of my heart
with the rhythm of the nature
I remember being free
Oh i remember being me
I should perhaps
Choose to love
Or i could
Always choose to fight
But
Perhaps
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 maybe
I could be me once more
I could fly away to eternity
free
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴
For the last time
I could see the light
And so
Hear ye!
Hear ye!
Hereby I decide
accepting the part of me
That i had cast aside
embracing the waves once more
As my worries get washed ashore
Hence a 𝘗𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 be i
Forevermore
You see
Sometimes it's okay to drown
So long as you swim alright
Sometimes it's okay
to fall away
If you can get back upright
And so
i smile
and let go
𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱
𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘺𝘮𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵..
#AwaraAmber #review #mypoem
(Please tell me before sharing my work🙏🏽)
sometimes
you've had enough
of getting hurt
sometimes its ok not to fight
Sometimes the lines get blurry
between what you want
And what's right
I've long since lost
the way to peace
the choice to choose whatever i might
The only path
they say
Is surrender
And yet
I hesitate
I remember being me
I remember the wind on my hair
I remember
the resonance of my heart
with the rhythm of the nature
I remember being free
Oh i remember being me
I should perhaps
Choose to love
Or i could
Always choose to fight
But
Perhaps
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 maybe
I could be me once more
I could fly away to eternity
free
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴
For the last time
I could see the light
And so
Hear ye!
Hear ye!
Hereby I decide
accepting the part of me
That i had cast aside
embracing the waves once more
As my worries get washed ashore
Hence a 𝘗𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 be i
Forevermore
You see
Sometimes it's okay to drown
So long as you swim alright
Sometimes it's okay
to fall away
If you can get back upright
And so
i smile
and let go
𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱
𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘺𝘮𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵..
#AwaraAmber #review #mypoem
(Please tell me before sharing my work🙏🏽)
#review, #mypoem --#mayrasaish
𝗙𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀..
Joy in the pain,
peace in the chaos,
Soothing in the thunderstorm,
Satisfaction in the frustration.
Comfort of the soul,
Contentment of the heart ❤,
Pleasure of the eyes,
Reason of the smile.
Love is everything.. yet, nothing.
-𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗿𝗮 𝗦𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗵
(pen name)
𝗙𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀..
Joy in the pain,
peace in the chaos,
Soothing in the thunderstorm,
Satisfaction in the frustration.
Comfort of the soul,
Contentment of the heart ❤,
Pleasure of the eyes,
Reason of the smile.
Love is everything.. yet, nothing.
-𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗿𝗮 𝗦𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗵
(pen name)
"THE HEROIC PRINCE"
He is beautiful , he is smart ,
he is something any father wants,
he is a swordsman , he is a scholar,
he is a man of steel blow like a cannon .
lonely so they feel, his many many lovers,
no one can own him ,
they already know it better.
But everything aside he is the kings eldest son ,
beside,
Run to his good side
He is modest in nature
Has to marry someones daughter
Must be pressured for a heir,
We will have our share.
He had a lot of romance ,
maybe he longed for love.
He also had his collection of sad songs unsunged
Patiently did he waited,
for every letter he send .
But a king cant seem to care
Of an unworthy boy's sham.
"Make him a MAN
or dont ever show him "
But the things that are shown dont have a will.
Will the prince meet his father or his king
One must think what the glory brings
Now he is what the king wanted,
now he is what every father wants.
He is, in that heroic stream
But he is everything what every person deemed.
END
The poem is about a scene where a prince return to his home after a long time
Everyone is cheering for him and hailing him.
The first para is sung by the scholars of how he will be remembered in history
The second pera is sung by the ministers or anyone with a high rank to sure favours from him
The third one is sung by an old woman who took care of him since birth . She is sad that no one will remember the part of prince that she knows as it will not be included in history
#Einstestine
#review #mypoem
He is beautiful , he is smart ,
he is something any father wants,
he is a swordsman , he is a scholar,
he is a man of steel blow like a cannon .
lonely so they feel, his many many lovers,
no one can own him ,
they already know it better.
But everything aside he is the kings eldest son ,
beside,
Run to his good side
He is modest in nature
Has to marry someones daughter
Must be pressured for a heir,
We will have our share.
He had a lot of romance ,
maybe he longed for love.
He also had his collection of sad songs unsunged
Patiently did he waited,
for every letter he send .
But a king cant seem to care
Of an unworthy boy's sham.
"Make him a MAN
or dont ever show him "
But the things that are shown dont have a will.
Will the prince meet his father or his king
One must think what the glory brings
Now he is what the king wanted,
now he is what every father wants.
He is, in that heroic stream
But he is everything what every person deemed.
END
The poem is about a scene where a prince return to his home after a long time
Everyone is cheering for him and hailing him.
The first para is sung by the scholars of how he will be remembered in history
The second pera is sung by the ministers or anyone with a high rank to sure favours from him
The third one is sung by an old woman who took care of him since birth . She is sad that no one will remember the part of prince that she knows as it will not be included in history
#Einstestine
#review #mypoem
#review Your promise with that kiss on my cheek feels like from last night and your giggle all over my best still makes my heart warm, they tell me I have been thinking too long but I still remember you saying wait till I come home. It's not the pain anymore but dark silence in the night and the echo of your voice.
You told me I don't love you anymore!
You told me I don't love you anymore!
#review
I have been waiting lighting to strike
I am hanging by a cliff just a little
I am drowning in the ocean breath by breath
At first I thought it's my time to escape
this prision like life.
But I found I m not done yet
there's more life is left
in my imprisonment and I have to
serve my time not for me
For the sake of balance between
order and chaos
right and wrong
light and darkness
because if not me then someone
else will suffer in my place
And so the another story start revolving.
I have been waiting lighting to strike
I am hanging by a cliff just a little
I am drowning in the ocean breath by breath
At first I thought it's my time to escape
this prision like life.
But I found I m not done yet
there's more life is left
in my imprisonment and I have to
serve my time not for me
For the sake of balance between
order and chaos
right and wrong
light and darkness
because if not me then someone
else will suffer in my place
And so the another story start revolving.
#review
I have been waiting lighting to strike
I am hanging by a cliff just a little
I am drowning in the ocean breath by breath
At first I thought it's my time to escape
this prision like life.
But I found I m not done yet
there's more life is left
in my imprisonment and I have to
serve my time not for me
For the sake of balance between
order and chaos
right and wrong
light and darkness
because if not me then someone
else will suffer in my place
And so the another story start revolving.
I have been waiting lighting to strike
I am hanging by a cliff just a little
I am drowning in the ocean breath by breath
At first I thought it's my time to escape
this prision like life.
But I found I m not done yet
there's more life is left
in my imprisonment and I have to
serve my time not for me
For the sake of balance between
order and chaos
right and wrong
light and darkness
because if not me then someone
else will suffer in my place
And so the another story start revolving.
MY-THE ONE
I met her as many strangers before,
but felt strange knock down on my hearts door.
Welcomed her as undesired guest,
but never thought ! she will reach to my core.
Sudden questions aroused out of my mind,
Is she is the one who join me to divine.
Shiny eyes like twinkling stars,
Lovely face as a blessing of mother nature,
Beautiful hairs as monsoon clouds creature,
A joyful pretty killer smile ,
Which could stop deadliest wars.
When she talks to me ,when she laughs with me,
My pain, my anger , disappears
Like there is nothing before like that.
I wonder that the moment will remain the same,
For the whole life till I remain.
With the passage of time I knew ,
A dream I imagined will never ever come true .
Later I decided to erase her memories,
But I can't keep her out of my mind,
Because of her deep imprints on my HEART .
I tried to sleep , but when I close my eyes
I saw her smiling face,
I heard her voice,
I remember the moments I spent with her .
"It's no one either, it's you , only you,
And my UNFATHOMABLE love."
#review #indranathbhagat
I met her as many strangers before,
but felt strange knock down on my hearts door.
Welcomed her as undesired guest,
but never thought ! she will reach to my core.
Sudden questions aroused out of my mind,
Is she is the one who join me to divine.
Shiny eyes like twinkling stars,
Lovely face as a blessing of mother nature,
Beautiful hairs as monsoon clouds creature,
A joyful pretty killer smile ,
Which could stop deadliest wars.
When she talks to me ,when she laughs with me,
My pain, my anger , disappears
Like there is nothing before like that.
I wonder that the moment will remain the same,
For the whole life till I remain.
With the passage of time I knew ,
A dream I imagined will never ever come true .
Later I decided to erase her memories,
But I can't keep her out of my mind,
Because of her deep imprints on my HEART .
I tried to sleep , but when I close my eyes
I saw her smiling face,
I heard her voice,
I remember the moments I spent with her .
"It's no one either, it's you , only you,
And my UNFATHOMABLE love."
#review #indranathbhagat
#microtale
#Aarushi
#review
It seemed as though something, or rather, someone, was running towards me, as if running through the red and yellow hued sunset.
The being came nearer....
It was him! Cerebrus, my pet cum best friend, named after the three-headed dog from hell, after two months, that too on the same day the last close family member of mine died a mysterious death.
But he was different now, his eyes, earlier a mesmerizing mix of blue and grey, were now darker than the blackest night. His fur seemed to have a tinge of the colors of fire, red and yellow.
Yes, something had changed, but he is back.
#Aarushi
#review
It seemed as though something, or rather, someone, was running towards me, as if running through the red and yellow hued sunset.
The being came nearer....
It was him! Cerebrus, my pet cum best friend, named after the three-headed dog from hell, after two months, that too on the same day the last close family member of mine died a mysterious death.
But he was different now, his eyes, earlier a mesmerizing mix of blue and grey, were now darker than the blackest night. His fur seemed to have a tinge of the colors of fire, red and yellow.
Yes, something had changed, but he is back.
#review #thoughts
Although she was used to being shattered but there was something dissimilar about the environ of that night. Like usual she leaned against her window but felt something serene. Something was strengthening the voice of her conscience. Here she was immersed in this feeling that a gust of wind passed through her soul leaving her torpefied. She stayed there for a moment, dimpled her cheeks , and then proceeded; but this time not to break .Because today she realised on thing that the solitude she thought was degrading her , has actually heightened her endurance. Yes, she learnt the art of sustaining agony and resumed her journey.
Although she was used to being shattered but there was something dissimilar about the environ of that night. Like usual she leaned against her window but felt something serene. Something was strengthening the voice of her conscience. Here she was immersed in this feeling that a gust of wind passed through her soul leaving her torpefied. She stayed there for a moment, dimpled her cheeks , and then proceeded; but this time not to break .Because today she realised on thing that the solitude she thought was degrading her , has actually heightened her endurance. Yes, she learnt the art of sustaining agony and resumed her journey.
#review #thoughts #horror
" the last poetry"
Crawling on the path
I, see u ,falling apart
Eyes are shut in fear
Ground is flood with tears
No long can u talk
Hope,all left to walk
Am i the wrong here
Getting high on your fear
Oh, hide and seek this old game
You are trying, what a shame
Dont let me catch you my love
No one can touch me i wear gloves
My hands are very smelly
You know some of these smell
Where are you, where can i find
wont you tell
Wont you tell
Anyway i can hear you.
END
The last talk between a serial killer and it's victim
Well, there are many sick people around us we cant deny that , we just need to keep an eye out and stay safe .
" the last poetry"
Crawling on the path
I, see u ,falling apart
Eyes are shut in fear
Ground is flood with tears
No long can u talk
Hope,all left to walk
Am i the wrong here
Getting high on your fear
Oh, hide and seek this old game
You are trying, what a shame
Dont let me catch you my love
No one can touch me i wear gloves
My hands are very smelly
You know some of these smell
Where are you, where can i find
wont you tell
Wont you tell
Anyway i can hear you.
END
The last talk between a serial killer and it's victim
Well, there are many sick people around us we cant deny that , we just need to keep an eye out and stay safe .
I feel void inside cause something's been eating me up,
Deep inside I feel disturbed,
Sobbing in silence, I bear all screams
Which are however; quiet when I am coming home.
Should I question my mind?
Should I question being alive?
I am living with a heavy heart passing on a recurrent sigh.
Can't you see me falling apart?
And how bare these insecurities are...
Those voices still scream but I can't complain...
Cause they are
Quiet when I am coming home and then I speak to the stars.
#review #random
Deep inside I feel disturbed,
Sobbing in silence, I bear all screams
Which are however; quiet when I am coming home.
Should I question my mind?
Should I question being alive?
I am living with a heavy heart passing on a recurrent sigh.
Can't you see me falling apart?
And how bare these insecurities are...
Those voices still scream but I can't complain...
Cause they are
Quiet when I am coming home and then I speak to the stars.
#review #random
#review
#microtale
#horror
I never saw Martin looking outside the window, but he wasn't focussing too. So when I asked him at the end of his first new school day, how he liked it...he smiled little.
" It was interesting..I guess.."
" So, " my face lit up cause most children are scared and shy to open up. Martin eased himself on the chair as if he has been walking round this place long ago. I saw he has a natural easiness, I cannot describe it...it was something which still I find very queer.
" ...which class was interesting? "
" No one. "
" You found no class interesting? The painting class? How was it? "
Martin nodded his head. He was looking behind me actually, but I don't know what is there to look behind me at the dull wall.
" So, what you found so interesting, Martin? "
Martin didn't feel to answer, but guessed he should talk bit with the principal. And so he did.
" The students who just dissapeared. That was interesting. "
" Disappeared? Who people Martin? "
Martin looked straight at me and chuckled. " Those people in class who disappeared. I wish I could've done so too. "
I wasn't so sure what the hell he was talking about. As I know, no kids leave the class just like that. Never did that happen.
" Martin you okay son? "
Martin suddenly asked me but didn't reply. " Why they disappear? They also don't like studying? "
I got off from my chair and went to him. The boy has a faded golden tinge on his hair colour, and his eyes are deep blue. He is a very quiet child, and sometimes he likes to play his mouthorgan when he is quiet. But no child ever told me these odd things in their first day in school.
" Who have disappeared Martin? Tell me now. "
Martin got bit scared. He looked at my face silently, and saw I wasn't going to beat him. So he started to say.
" Four people like me, but wearing red dress instead of us. They were sitting but weren't opening any book. I thought they are new ones like me too. But they all suddenly disappeared. I saw them. "
I tried to understand why will a child suddenly make up a story. " And that didn't scare you? You can tell me, because I will tell no one. Not even your dad or mum. "
Martin didn't even bothered to listen. He seemed to enjoy what was going on.
" You see people disappearing sometimes? Martin? "
He got up from the chair and went to the window. It was evening, the sunlight has made his hairs a little golden crown.
" He won't hurt you. You are good. "
" Who? " I for a time felt, that he wasn't acting or joking. Everything is happening really, and it's that we all but him are blind to these.
" The man who disappeared just now. " Martin looked at me, his eyes half shadowed.
" Where you saw him now? "
" Behind you. " Martin turned his head again. I didn't dare to look behind my back. It's getting to Christmas, and half of the school is empty now. I never saw a kid again with a strong imagination. I turned around. Slowly. To face the wall.
Nothing.
But a bit fresh mud on the floor, right behind me, as if someone has been standing there.
" Where is that man now Martin? "
Martin smiled at me. He didn't answer, just smiled and glanced off. Then he pointed out his finger to the window, outside.
A tall dark man stood there, half covered in blood. He then fell off the river.
Sometimes we see what we shouldn't see. Isn't it, Martin?
#microtale
#horror
I never saw Martin looking outside the window, but he wasn't focussing too. So when I asked him at the end of his first new school day, how he liked it...he smiled little.
" It was interesting..I guess.."
" So, " my face lit up cause most children are scared and shy to open up. Martin eased himself on the chair as if he has been walking round this place long ago. I saw he has a natural easiness, I cannot describe it...it was something which still I find very queer.
" ...which class was interesting? "
" No one. "
" You found no class interesting? The painting class? How was it? "
Martin nodded his head. He was looking behind me actually, but I don't know what is there to look behind me at the dull wall.
" So, what you found so interesting, Martin? "
Martin didn't feel to answer, but guessed he should talk bit with the principal. And so he did.
" The students who just dissapeared. That was interesting. "
" Disappeared? Who people Martin? "
Martin looked straight at me and chuckled. " Those people in class who disappeared. I wish I could've done so too. "
I wasn't so sure what the hell he was talking about. As I know, no kids leave the class just like that. Never did that happen.
" Martin you okay son? "
Martin suddenly asked me but didn't reply. " Why they disappear? They also don't like studying? "
I got off from my chair and went to him. The boy has a faded golden tinge on his hair colour, and his eyes are deep blue. He is a very quiet child, and sometimes he likes to play his mouthorgan when he is quiet. But no child ever told me these odd things in their first day in school.
" Who have disappeared Martin? Tell me now. "
Martin got bit scared. He looked at my face silently, and saw I wasn't going to beat him. So he started to say.
" Four people like me, but wearing red dress instead of us. They were sitting but weren't opening any book. I thought they are new ones like me too. But they all suddenly disappeared. I saw them. "
I tried to understand why will a child suddenly make up a story. " And that didn't scare you? You can tell me, because I will tell no one. Not even your dad or mum. "
Martin didn't even bothered to listen. He seemed to enjoy what was going on.
" You see people disappearing sometimes? Martin? "
He got up from the chair and went to the window. It was evening, the sunlight has made his hairs a little golden crown.
" He won't hurt you. You are good. "
" Who? " I for a time felt, that he wasn't acting or joking. Everything is happening really, and it's that we all but him are blind to these.
" The man who disappeared just now. " Martin looked at me, his eyes half shadowed.
" Where you saw him now? "
" Behind you. " Martin turned his head again. I didn't dare to look behind my back. It's getting to Christmas, and half of the school is empty now. I never saw a kid again with a strong imagination. I turned around. Slowly. To face the wall.
Nothing.
But a bit fresh mud on the floor, right behind me, as if someone has been standing there.
" Where is that man now Martin? "
Martin smiled at me. He didn't answer, just smiled and glanced off. Then he pointed out his finger to the window, outside.
A tall dark man stood there, half covered in blood. He then fell off the river.
Sometimes we see what we shouldn't see. Isn't it, Martin?
You're the love of my life,
Six words you never understood.
I'll never let you go,
Five words you didn't confess for reasons meant to be good.
Four months had been sweet, but these three days were hell
If two meant a life-long pair, you slipped away
And the story ends this way.
The next day...
Standing there, killing time
Just waiting to commit a crime
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder take your aim.
#review #shortstory #poetry
Six words you never understood.
I'll never let you go,
Five words you didn't confess for reasons meant to be good.
Four months had been sweet, but these three days were hell
If two meant a life-long pair, you slipped away
And the story ends this way.
The next day...
Standing there, killing time
Just waiting to commit a crime
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder take your aim.
#review #shortstory #poetry
Though the heart was stone
The mind was gold
Even when the senses were snore
The brain was bold.
#review #shortpoem #oba
The mind was gold
Even when the senses were snore
The brain was bold.
#review #shortpoem #oba
#review #poetry #asa
Time
Flowing as smooth as a river
Seems to be calm but chaotic underneath
Dream
Livid, lucid and vivid
Yet so sudden and unexpected
Love
Bright, comforting and wild
Destroying, burning everything on its path
Mind
A void, unreached by our hands
Mysterious and unknown
Never once
We can lay our hands
On the God‘s miracle work
Time
Flowing as smooth as a river
Seems to be calm but chaotic underneath
Dream
Livid, lucid and vivid
Yet so sudden and unexpected
Love
Bright, comforting and wild
Destroying, burning everything on its path
Mind
A void, unreached by our hands
Mysterious and unknown
Never once
We can lay our hands
On the God‘s miracle work