#review #TJ #fromOmueti
I searched for job, but rejected by many.
I tried to borrow money, but no-one was willing to lend any.
Hunger soon ravenged my home, throwing me under poverty dorm.
Forced to approach people for assistance,but they only showed me the resistance.
Looking at the brothers bonded by suffering,my mind started giving me unwanted offerings.
Plan was perfect to snatch the phone,
but my heart said "no" and unfortunately yes I was left alone.
I didn't intend to harm anyone,but they started showering stone.
"To keep the nation's fraternity, They sunked me into eternity"


POEM:- pls do give appropriate title🙂🙂

#review #real_life_story
#Einstestine

Hey fellas so i have been suffering from 'temporary inspiration loss' for past couple days so i thought why not share a real life incident that happened to me. So buckle up and enjoy the ride

So i was around 10 years old and my whole family had to visit temple that day for some occasion (i live in a joint family) so me and my cousin with barely 8 months age difference were pretty out of control that day because everyone was busy in preperations. so we have a garage just beside our house which we use as a parking space and to store scraps.so i went in the garage and found a half broken kitchen knife curious as i was, i picked it up and showed it to my cousin, we got really into the knife and i started swinging it like a sword then my cousin wanted to have it and i don't wanted to give him long story short he tried to snatch it i did'nt let go and then same old pulling from one side to another, then he let it go and..... well you can say that, that day could have been my first step towards becoming a pirate.
The knife gave me a pretty decent cut just under my left eye, it started from were the lower eye lid is while covering my whole cheek . Just a little more bad luck and i would'nt be watching late night movies that's for sure. So i am not feeling any pain, when you think about it a cut does'nt really hurt that much right? My cousin freaked out, we went inside the house, everyone freaked out for a sec but seeing that my eye was fine and i am not crying they patch me up, got some traditional beating, traditional 'haldi ka doodh' and traditionally they did'nt took me to a doctor. What? Strange? Hey that's pretty common around here just some haldi and you are good as new . So back to the story i was'nt even tensed about the cut so thinking about it leaving a mark was too far for me to imagine i was 10 ok. But now as i think about it , it's really terrifying, fortunately it did'nt leave that much of a scar very tiny if you really stare hard but don't that's creepy .

Do you have any real life incident?

#review #real_life_incident
#Einstestine

Hey fellas so i have been suffering from 'temporary inspiration loss' for past couple days so i thought why not share a real life incident that happened to me. So buckle up and enjoy the ride

So i was around 10 years old and my whole family had to visit temple that day for some occasion (i live in a joint family) so me and my cousin with barely 8 months age difference were pretty out of control that day because everyone was busy in preperations. so we have a garage just beside our house which we use as a parking space and to store scraps. so i went in the garage and found a half broken kitchen knife curious as i was, i picked it up and showed it to my cousin, we got really into the knife and i started swinging it like a sword then my cousin wanted to have it and i don't wanted to give him long story short he tried to snatch it i did'nt let go and then same old pulling from one side to another, then he let it go and..... well you can say that, that day could have been my first step towards becoming a pirate.
The knife gave me a pretty decent cut just under my left eye, it started from were the lower eye lid is while covering my whole cheek . Just a little more bad luck and i would'nt be watching late night movies that's for sure. So i am not feeling any pain, when you think about it a cut does'nt really hurt that much right? My cousin freaked out, we went inside the house, everyone freaked out for a sec but seeing that my eye was fine and i am not crying they patch me up, got some traditional beating, traditional 'haldi ka doodh' and traditionally they did'nt took me to a doctor. What? Strange? Hey that's pretty common around here just some haldi and you are good as new . So back to the story i was'nt even tensed about the cut so thinking about it leaving a mark was too far for me to imagine i was 10 ok. But now as i think about it , it's really terrifying, fortunately it did'nt leave that much of a scar very tiny if you really stare hard but don't that's creepy .

Do you have any real life incident?

And then when you wake up from the dream of happiness and realise that you there were no one to hold you back and listen to your anguish.
And the only pillar you find may frighten you thinking it might collapse one day and then you will be left all alone to melt down to puddles and there's a huge void surrounding to make you sink in the perfect beach of life.

#review #SP

I am the used oil
I am the barren soil
I am the example which is not exemplary
I am the one who doesn't worry

I am the one with no brains
I am the one whose life is vain
I am the one driving people bonkers
I am the one who doesn't conquers

Ah! Wait wait
I am the one who still sucks
Because I am the one who don't give fucks

#review #vy #poetry

|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 42
PROMPT: Write a 26 sentence short story that goes in alphabetical order using all the letters in the alphabet.

Anna sat alone on the bench.
Being sidelined was something she had become used to.
Couldn't do much with her decaying frame.
Doctors said her heart could fail if she attempted anything more strenuous than walking.
Every visit to the doctors brought her back feeling worse.
From bubbly smile to sunken cheeks.
Grade five was where everything changed.
Harriet was second to her before then.
Isaac was head over heels for for her.
Julian spent each day trying to impress.
Karen's jealousy didn't matter.
Little did she know that her good run would end...almost out of nothing.
Mrs. Warren's class.
Nothing unusual.
Oral English wasn't her favorite but it didn't hurt as much as math.
"Pass your books forward" Mrs. Warren started.
Quentin's snicker hinted at something but Anna couldn't care.
Ron stretched backwards to pick the books of those behind him.
Silence was torn to bits by Anna's shriek.
To the floor she collapsed, she was gone.
Until then, the school had seen no such case.
Various questions were asked, jobs were lost and changes were made.
Whitterton High barely survived the lawsuits from Anna's distraught parents.
X-rays, labs, tests...nothing.
Years went by.
Zero chances of getting well because no one could tell what exactly was going on.

#MA #review #shortstory

The way she looks


I could go the whole day
Without losing the taste
Of your delicious smell and body shapes.

I could start to worship the way
You look when you're in white colour
And a simple blue of navy brigade.

I will write and save this day
When you looked at me this way
And gave me white that has no stain.

#review #shortpoem #oba

#Aarushi
#review
#thought

All of us must have given a speech, at least for once. So, we automatically think that everyone has had the " first speech moment " in their life.

But, could you tell, how many times the idea behind your speech has been originally yours, and not stuff copied from internet?

How many times have you spoke what you wanted to, unafraid of being judged or misunderstood?

How many times you didn't wonder while reading the speech -- " I think speaking on this topic will take listeners against me ", and change the bitter truth to sweet lies?

If we apply these filters, I don't think most of us have the courage to have our first speech, myself included.

When man,
The commensal,
Will view
The whole space
At once

Then, he'll realize
How tiny
His host - Earth is.

When he searches
And the Earth is no where
To be found.


#AhmadMusa #review #poem

#review
#Aarushi
#Story
#experience
Due to some reasons that I'd rather not tell, I started to learn bicycle a little late, with my elder brother's bicycle. It would be scary at first, the fear of falling and getting hurt. But later on, when I became comfortable with cycles, I enjoyed riding them a lot. I observed some changes in myself as well, I was more observant, enough to see those little flowers shaped like Ballet dancers by the roadside. My ability to co operate with others increased as well, and failing my tests didn't scare me anymore.

When I sat down one day, thinking about the changes in myself, I was surprised to find that cycling taught me all these automatically. I learned co operation from the different parts of cycle, being observant by avoiding accidents and not scared of failing my tests by not fearing to fall while riding.

Riding a bicycle taught me more than just riding it.

#review #Omueti #ShortStory

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As Motun rushed to beat the Lagos traffic, he hit his leg on a hard stone but continued moving—any unnecessary delay will be costly—those bus drivers will jump at any opportunity to hike up their fares. As far as Aunty Edia was concerned, Motun was just one of those spoilt Port-Harcourt grown kids that knew nothing about life in Lagos. It didn’t take long for Motun to realize she thought that way about him. “Let him come to Lagos and stay with me after his youth service.” She told his mother. “When he has gotten a good job and is comfortable, he can move to his own apartment.” Since then she hasn’t ceased to supervise him whenever he was crossing the road. “Keep your phone in your pocket!” she would snap, whenever they sat in a public transit. “These Agboro boys will just snatch it from the window now, and runaway, that’s when you will learn!” Motun was sure she was totally paranoid. She was vindicated, however, the day a confused looking man jumped into their bus, along Iyano-Oworo bus stop lane. He implored the driver to chase the bus in front, because the passenger who sat beside him in that bus had just pick pocketed his phone. On hearing this, she turned to look at Motun, but said no word.

The day was about to break and the cold was still thick in the air. The street was stark dark and only occasionally lightened by mobile flashlights and car headlamps. Steps were brisk and early morning prayers could be heard from the nearby mosque. Generators were steaming from bakeries and sachet water factories. Gutters gave off dense hypnotizing stench and passers-by did not hesitate to shoot back deeply conjured saliva. Fully charged by tobacco and strong liquor, bus conductors jovially insulted themselves while desperately calling out their bus destinations.

“Tinubu Square—250—No change o!” said one of the conductors in a deep wrangling voice, as Motun climbed into the bus and took the left window seat at the far back.

Having heard Aunty bitterly threaten one of her debtors over the phone, that she will strip naked in the middle of the night and curse him, Motun knew it was time for him to move out of her house and into his own apartment. At least he just got a job. He should have noticed the state of things—the soups have become more watery of late and she hasn’t been eating at home either. True, it’s difficult to tell when she’s in a good or bad mood because of her dry sense of humor and rigid persona. In fact, the only time Motun heard her loosen up and permit a strong-veined laughter was when she called that pastor she often calls “daddy” to appreciate him for sending her airtime. Then she will float in extended explanations and often punctuate them with her flagship phrase of optimism: “It is well.”

The bus was almost full. A young boy guided the hands of a blind beggar who impressed Motun with his impeccable eloquence. The man pleaded in the name of God as he narrated that he was a well to-do civil servant in the office of the Lagos State Accountant General before he lost his sight. Many passengers seemed moved and unusually generous as they doled fifty and hundred naira notes to the man. The bus had just began to move when Motun reached in for his phone, which was still in his pocket and switched on his data connection. In, came endless WhatsApp messages, two job rejection emails, one teaching job interview invite and one postgraduate scholarship denial. Among those, also included an email from his employer, sent since 6am. The email read that the office will not be open from today, being the first weekday of March. This closure will be till further notice, for safety reasons, due to the COVID-19 virus outbreak. Motun frowned at this email, only to turn and realize that the beautiful passenger that sat beside him was far deep into sleep, while her head wiggled around with the moving bus.
No job means no money. No money means he'll starve in Aunty's house. Motun has to go back home for now, but that means he'll have to deal with…

To be continued...

#review #random
#Einstestine

You know hurting is'nt bad, but doing it slowly is worst
So what you gonna do, will you hurt me or you gonna wait?

#review #random
People don't want to think. And the deeper they get into trouble, the less they want to think. But by some sort of instinct, they feel that they ought to and it makes them feel guilty. So they'll bless and follow anyone who gives them a justification for not thinking. Anyone who makes a virtue - a highly intellectual virtue - out of what they know to be their sin, their weakness and their guilt.

#review #random
An error made on your own is safer than ten truths accepted on faith, because the first leaves you the means to correct it, but the second destroys your capacity to distinguish truth from error.

#thatsal #review #poetry

She died,
Died ages ago,
What you see is remains of her corpes,
Ashes of bones,
Soul that roaming, no remorse.
She died,
She loved a monster,
He was two faced.
Dreamt of Paradise Island
Found a living hell.
She died,
When he hit her.
The belt was still warm.
Bruises on her back,
Screaming no more.
She died
The next day,
Warming the milk.
Eyes on the poison.
Wanting to kill.
She died,
Asking for help,
From family and friends.
All said,"that happen",
Compromise! and all well.
She died,
The night,
Dark reveals and bell rang.
Crumbled body,
Fear unnerves, she ran.
She died,
Clumsy was her hand.
She opened the gate.
Inside her teen,
Tore the fairy tale.
She died,
When red eyed,
Lunatic fallen in her arms,
He screamed loud,
But neighbors were still calm.
She died,
She cried,
She wanted a hand.
No one was around.
Searching her strength.
She died,
This time,
When he raise his hands.
Overpowering him,
"That's it", she said.
She died,
And reborn.
You thought she made of plastic.
Dolled up and smiles.
Now, she is not human.
All steel, you find.
She died.

#review #poetry #snehu

"Childhood days"
A glance of my past
And look, time's running so fast
Seems it was just yesterday,
A flash and childhood's gone away.

When easily I could touch the cloud,
Made everyone laugh in the crowd,
All around, I would make a mess
No scolding and no stress!

Would see the clouds floating,
And believe that Earth is rotating
Those lullabies every night,
Would let me sleep, out of fright.

White cow gave white milk,
Brown cow gave brown milk
World existed behind the TV,
My thoughts were so silly.

Believed that moon followed me everywhere,
And cute was only a teddy bear!
Elemenope was just a word
My thinking was so absurd!

From playing on the sand,
To hanging on dad's hand
Present turned to past,
Time passed so fast.

Better were those times,
Was unaware of all the crimes,
Everything around is a tragic,
Better was the world of magic.

People died for each other's sake,
That was just a thinking mistake
Wanted to be an adult,
Realised now, adulthood is just so difficult!

No one pointed out what I did,
Was better when I was a kid.
Now each step I take,
People out there to point my mistake!

Free from every pain,
Want to live those memories again;
But every try goes to vain,
As once time passes, we cannot regain

- Sneha

#review #shortstory #tsuna
In the early afternoon, Mom and I headed into the city for the concert. I had butterflies in my stomach. I always walked by Carnegie Hall when I was in the city. That was the dream, to play there. My pulse began to quicken as we approached the building. As we entered the main hall, my breath was nearly knocked out of me. The the chairs on the stage were dwarfed by the high ceiling and ordinate columns on the sides. I turned around and saw the balcony seating, which seemed to reach the sky. I looked up and could practically feel the glow from the oval set of lights that illuminated the hall.

We took our seats, the lights dimmed down and the orchestra members took their places, followed by the conductor. The spotlight lit up and a woman, beautiful in a black floor-length strapless dress, her hair up in a twist, approached the center of the stage with a violin in her hand. She bowed graciously before lifting the instrument to her chin and beginning to play. The orchestra followed her lead, the strings came in followed by the wind instruments. As the music began to take over the space, I leaned forward in my seat, anticipating the next notes. The melody, at first so simple, was beautiful.

I could see her eyes closed, her body swaying back and forth, her embrace of the music. I closed my eyes and let the music take over. I felt moisture in my eyes from being overwhelmed by the setting, the music, and the performer. It was flawless. It was, in fact, so flawless that it didn't call attention to its own flawlessness. It was perfect.

*ME & MY EMPTINESS*

I am sitting idle,

With no thoughts,

Why is it feeling good? 

I guess I need a break

From this life

From people around me

From things with me which keep messing me up

This way maybe I can finally find myself

Away from my thoughts which seeps into me every now and then,

To distract me from looking at what I have achieved and have in my life at this point. Right now. 


A person, place, thing or animal can't fill this emptiness until i let them fill this

Not like I wanna depend on something or someone

I just wanna...

Wanna feel good because it has been long since I felt this way

To connect with someone to feel human again 


Is it so much to ask for? Am I being needy? 

I think all i am asking is what a human should aspire for

To be felt like a human with soul that feels 

Rather than a machine that works for the sole purpose of giving an output

Doesn't this difference between me and a box? 


To be cared for, to be taken care of, to take care for, these things make me different

I keep doubting myself

I keep asking why am I so different 

I should accept myself as I am, as people say

But they only won't let me do that unless its as per them


What should I do? Tell me. 

A human is a soul less machine if he is asked to do what he is supposed to do


And now I realise, I am still thinking.

There are thoughts. 

But does someone care for these thoughts?! 

Does someone think like I do?

Or has everyone has become a soulless soul wandering on this earth?!


#review #poetry

#review #poetry

ME & MY EMPTINESS

I am sitting idle,

With no thoughts,

Why is it feeling good? 

I guess I need a break

From this life

From people around me

From things with me which keep messing me up

This way maybe I can finally find myself

Away from my thoughts which seeps into me every now and then,

To distract me from looking at what I have achieved and have in my life at this point. Right now. 


A person, place, thing or animal can't fill this emptiness until i let them fill this

Not like I wanna depend on something or someone

I just wanna...

Wanna feel good because it has been long since I felt this way

To connect with someone to feel human again 


Is it so much to ask for? Am I being needy? 

I think all i am asking is what a human should aspire for

To be felt like a human with soul that feels 

Rather than a machine that works for the sole purpose of giving an output

Doesn't this difference between me and a box? 


To be cared for, to be taken care of, to take care for, these things make me different

I keep doubting myself

I keep asking why am I so different 

I should accept myself as I am, as people say

But they only won't let me do that unless its as per them


What should I do? Tell me. 

A human is a soul less machine if he is asked to do what he is supposed to do


And now I realise, I am still thinking.

There are thoughts. 

But does someone care for these thoughts?! 

Does someone think like I do?

Or has everyone has become a soulless soul wandering on this earth?!

#review #poetry #kp

*ME & MY EMPTINESS*

I am sitting idle,

With no thoughts,

Why is it feeling good? 

I guess I need a break

From this life

From people around me

From things with me which keep messing me up

This way maybe I can finally find myself

Away from my thoughts which seeps into me every now and then,

To distract me from looking at what I have achieved and have in my life at this point. Right now. 


A person, place, thing or animal can't fill this emptiness until i let them fill this

Not like I wanna depend on something or someone

I just wanna...

Wanna feel good because it has been long since I felt this way

To connect with someone to feel human again 


Is it so much to ask for? Am I being needy? 

I think all i am asking is what a human should aspire for

To be felt like a human with soul that feels 

Rather than a machine that works for the sole purpose of giving an output

Doesn't this difference between me and a box? 


To be cared for, to be taken care of, to take care for, these things make me different

I keep doubting myself

I keep asking why am I so different 

I should accept myself as I am, as people say

But they only won't let me do that unless its as per them


What should I do? Tell me. 

A human is a soul less machine if he is asked to do what he is supposed to do


And now I realise, I am still thinking.

There are thoughts. 

But does someone care for these thoughts?! 

Does someone think like I do?

Or has everyone has become a soulless soul wandering on this earth?!

#review #shortstory #tsuna "Hey, mister? How much longer until we reach our destination?"
"It won't be long, young one."

The poor 8 years old lad questions the journey, for he does not trust me. It is but a normal thing for my passenger to doubt the work that I do.

"Hey, mister. Thank you for saving me from that sinking ship. My mother is rich, I'll ask her to pay you back."
"I appreciate that, young one. But I do not need much."

Row, row, row the boat. Gently down the river that lead this lad to his true fate. What lies in his destiny is a question beyond my knowledge, but I do know that it will be of something magnanimous.

"Umm, mister? Why is the sea suddenly becomes so foggy?"
"Because this is no longer the sea that you knew, young one."
"What? I don't get it."
"Don't worry, young one. You will once we arrived at our destination."

The lingering silence in our conversation is accompanied by the sound of my paddle constantly penetrating the surface of the river. Alas, a faint light appeared ahead of us, marking the end of my errand. The lantern that lights the small harbour glows dimly upon us.

"Off you go now, young one. You shall only follow the path embodied with bricks. Do not stray away from it for if you do so, you shall also stray from your destiny."
"Uhh okay. Thank you, mister! Again, from saving me from that sinking ship!"
"It is but my pleasure. Young one, can you spare me a quarter?"
"Oh sure! I just happened to have one here. Here you go!"
"Much appreciation. Your excursion shall be blessed, young one!"
"Uhh thanks? Goodbye, Mr. Boatman!"

And of he disappeared into the fog. That is a very nice young lad, for the quarter he gave me seems to be of one of the Victorian. Still, a quarter is but a quarter. The River Styx is but a river to one's true excursion. I still pity that lad for having to died from the gallant ship, Titanic, as his experience of the world is but insufficient for his excursion.

You have my blessings, young one.