#review #shortstory #Florence
The Moonchild (7)
And the next thing I remembered was the radiant smile of a lady. I still have no idea how she got me but I’m grateful that she put a roof over my head and filled my belly. Once the dust had settled I came to Virginia looking for that mysterious girl in Dorothy Gale costume but in vain. I have been hoping to find her and now here I am. Unbelievable, isn’t it?
She couldn’t believe her ears. ‘But the initials of the pendant says D. V,’ said she.
‘You never asked my name.’
That’s when she realized even though they fell in love and poured out everything about each other she still didn’t know his name. She passed an embarrassing smile.
‘Dimitri Valentino. The chain was gifted to me by my birth mom. I am a moonchild. My zodiac sign is cancer. And the lady who I was bidding bye to was my foster mom, Isabelle. She knows you as ‘the girl in the library.’ She came that day to meet you.’
‘Oh God! Feels like a fairytale to me.’
He looked at her eyes, covered her cheeks with his hands and pressed his lips on her forehead. ‘Finally, We have found each other and I love you.’
She, still closing eyes, gently whispered, "Don't leave me, even for an hour..”
And he recited along,
“... because then
the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart."
A few months later, in a pleasant morning in late spring,
Minister: Dimitry Valentino and Sayanora Olive, now that you have exchanged your vows, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!!
The Moonchild (7)
And the next thing I remembered was the radiant smile of a lady. I still have no idea how she got me but I’m grateful that she put a roof over my head and filled my belly. Once the dust had settled I came to Virginia looking for that mysterious girl in Dorothy Gale costume but in vain. I have been hoping to find her and now here I am. Unbelievable, isn’t it?
She couldn’t believe her ears. ‘But the initials of the pendant says D. V,’ said she.
‘You never asked my name.’
That’s when she realized even though they fell in love and poured out everything about each other she still didn’t know his name. She passed an embarrassing smile.
‘Dimitri Valentino. The chain was gifted to me by my birth mom. I am a moonchild. My zodiac sign is cancer. And the lady who I was bidding bye to was my foster mom, Isabelle. She knows you as ‘the girl in the library.’ She came that day to meet you.’
‘Oh God! Feels like a fairytale to me.’
He looked at her eyes, covered her cheeks with his hands and pressed his lips on her forehead. ‘Finally, We have found each other and I love you.’
She, still closing eyes, gently whispered, "Don't leave me, even for an hour..”
And he recited along,
“... because then
the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart."
A few months later, in a pleasant morning in late spring,
Minister: Dimitry Valentino and Sayanora Olive, now that you have exchanged your vows, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!!
"A LITTLE HELP, PLEASE"
Part-2
DAY- 72
I am free, atlast i made it, mom! mom! where are you? what happened dear why you look so.... before she could complete, i hugged her and drifted away in the ocean of tears
Day-2
Where am i? why? Why this happened to me? He lied to me. He lied. I cried in the agony of the betrayal as i pulled my hair in pain. The warm tears had woven a swamp around my face.
Day- 4
There is no sound, people or any shadow, nor i could see myself in the mirror. Am i even alive?
Day-15
I am tired, I mostly spend my time in the bed while staring at the mirror, maybe i would find a way back home, apparently i do'nt feel any hunger, it feels like i have been eating well, but i taste nothing.
5 days before the tragedy
Alright, now open your eyes a little more wide - said Dr Whell a psychiatrist
Hmmmm, a little sleep deprived are we - said Dr whell while turning away from me as he scribbled something in his diary
Is she alright Dr ? - asked my mom, anxiously
Well i wont say she is'nt, but still, it wont bite to be extra careful - said Dr Whell as he passed a prescription of medicines to my mom
I have written some sleeping pills and vitamins, not any serious drug, we will wait for a few days and if she keeps having the same nightmares we can try some therapy. - said Dr whell
We left in the car for the home, i just turned 15 a week ago and by the same day I have been having this terrible nightmare over and over that someone is pulling me by my leg and dragging me towards the hell. As if i am barely hanging on the edge of two worlds and i could feel the heat coming from the hell as it burns my skin, the smell of the burning skin and my screams seemed so real. and everytime i woke abruptly, terrified, i always found myself near the mirror in my room, each day closer and closer. What does it mean?
#review #shortstory #horror
#Einstestine
Part-2
DAY- 72
I am free, atlast i made it, mom! mom! where are you? what happened dear why you look so.... before she could complete, i hugged her and drifted away in the ocean of tears
Day-2
Where am i? why? Why this happened to me? He lied to me. He lied. I cried in the agony of the betrayal as i pulled my hair in pain. The warm tears had woven a swamp around my face.
Day- 4
There is no sound, people or any shadow, nor i could see myself in the mirror. Am i even alive?
Day-15
I am tired, I mostly spend my time in the bed while staring at the mirror, maybe i would find a way back home, apparently i do'nt feel any hunger, it feels like i have been eating well, but i taste nothing.
5 days before the tragedy
Alright, now open your eyes a little more wide - said Dr Whell a psychiatrist
Hmmmm, a little sleep deprived are we - said Dr whell while turning away from me as he scribbled something in his diary
Is she alright Dr ? - asked my mom, anxiously
Well i wont say she is'nt, but still, it wont bite to be extra careful - said Dr Whell as he passed a prescription of medicines to my mom
I have written some sleeping pills and vitamins, not any serious drug, we will wait for a few days and if she keeps having the same nightmares we can try some therapy. - said Dr whell
We left in the car for the home, i just turned 15 a week ago and by the same day I have been having this terrible nightmare over and over that someone is pulling me by my leg and dragging me towards the hell. As if i am barely hanging on the edge of two worlds and i could feel the heat coming from the hell as it burns my skin, the smell of the burning skin and my screams seemed so real. and everytime i woke abruptly, terrified, i always found myself near the mirror in my room, each day closer and closer. What does it mean?
#review #shortstory #horror
#Einstestine
#navin #review
Your good looks aren't enough to make a person fall for you . bring our your talents and abilities , because people who fall for looks are always temporary lovers. for permanent love , your good looks work as icing on the cake, but the real flavour of the cake is decided by what type of person you actually are . don't be proud of your looks , you have got them in your genes. be proud of your talents thats what you actually own. ❤️
Your good looks aren't enough to make a person fall for you . bring our your talents and abilities , because people who fall for looks are always temporary lovers. for permanent love , your good looks work as icing on the cake, but the real flavour of the cake is decided by what type of person you actually are . don't be proud of your looks , you have got them in your genes. be proud of your talents thats what you actually own. ❤️
#Nandinithakar #review #poem
You can follow the salty drops,
From her eyes to her chin.
And you'll lose your way,
Finding her pain.
She hides her scars ,
Behind her graceful moves.
She is an expert in disguising her pain,
Behind her beautiful smile.
She'll sing out her sorrows,
She'll dance out her despairs,
But what she won't do,
Is she would Never Give Up !
You can follow the salty drops,
From her eyes to her chin.
And you'll lose your way,
Finding her pain.
She hides her scars ,
Behind her graceful moves.
She is an expert in disguising her pain,
Behind her beautiful smile.
She'll sing out her sorrows,
She'll dance out her despairs,
But what she won't do,
Is she would Never Give Up !
#navin #poetry #review
The walls
“The orator, The one you see there.
and the eloquence of his language
He did not know a word of these.
He learned it as he talked to the walls”
“The walls,dad? Had been troublesome!
Who told him what’s right, or was wrong?
Or a doubt that would take him life long?”
“Son,” Said the man,
“The walls offered answers to him,
As he had questions for the walls”
The walls
“The orator, The one you see there.
and the eloquence of his language
He did not know a word of these.
He learned it as he talked to the walls”
“The walls,dad? Had been troublesome!
Who told him what’s right, or was wrong?
Or a doubt that would take him life long?”
“Son,” Said the man,
“The walls offered answers to him,
As he had questions for the walls”
#review
#Aarushi
#microtale
" Mom, since God has created all of us, he must know the languages and the meaning of all of them, right"?
"Of course, dear".
"Then why does he not understand the tears of stray animals and homeless people"?
#Aarushi
#microtale
" Mom, since God has created all of us, he must know the languages and the meaning of all of them, right"?
"Of course, dear".
"Then why does he not understand the tears of stray animals and homeless people"?
CHANGE #review #Nandinithakar
Yes change
Can be beautiful,
Or devastating.
You may be
Healing,
And breaking,
It might be scary,
And surprising.
Sense everything
Because
As you may
Have heard,
CHANGE=GROWTH
Yes change
Can be beautiful,
Or devastating.
You may be
Healing,
And breaking,
It might be scary,
And surprising.
Sense everything
Because
As you may
Have heard,
CHANGE=GROWTH
Eden's apple that EVE ate.
Newton's apple lead to the discovery of laws of physics.
Golden apple appeard in many religious traditions, often as a mystical or forbidden fruit.
Poison apple from sleeping beauty.
Apple tech, biggest tech company in the word.
Pen pineapple apple pen, internet viral meme.
Even RYUK from Death Note eats apple.
And there are even colors name after the fruit- apple red and candy apple red
What's with apple taking all the credit while bananas only has dirty jokes? Anyone?
#review #random
#Einstestine
Newton's apple lead to the discovery of laws of physics.
Golden apple appeard in many religious traditions, often as a mystical or forbidden fruit.
Poison apple from sleeping beauty.
Apple tech, biggest tech company in the word.
Pen pineapple apple pen, internet viral meme.
Even RYUK from Death Note eats apple.
And there are even colors name after the fruit- apple red and candy apple red
What's with apple taking all the credit while bananas only has dirty jokes? Anyone?
#review #random
#Einstestine
Masjids Cannot Contain Islam
They are unjust, those
Who wish to contract Islam.
Islam is huge that it needs
All places where a muslim is.
And trying to force it
Into that small space
Only mean, they want it dead
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
They are unjust, those
Who wish to contract Islam.
Islam is huge that it needs
All places where a muslim is.
And trying to force it
Into that small space
Only mean, they want it dead
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
#review #shortstory
#Einstestine
"Too good"
He is walking straight, towards an unknown destination by a random road he took . The rain barely bothers him as he loosened his tie and throw away his coat on the sideway, a blood soaked white shirt and an empty gun beside his waist, plain in sight begging to be noticed . His lumping was'nt natural but the result of his rage and his nature of loving too much. He clears his constant bleeding nose with his arm, and with the other he put pressure on the wound in his stomach. It's raining heavy now, the crimson rain around him has become more red, as he tripped and fall down on his knees, the agony on his face revealed a deep sadness and remorse. He turned his face up in the sky and let the rain wash away all of his pain and suffering and atlast he let go of his wound and fall on his face in the ground
I could'nt end him, how could i? after seeing such determination. I put my gun back in the coat, as i walked away holding an umberalla, all alone. I wished i too have taken a wound like that to compete with him, but alas! I was too good. In this battle of snake and mongoose, this snake has won today. Again.
#Einstestine
"Too good"
He is walking straight, towards an unknown destination by a random road he took . The rain barely bothers him as he loosened his tie and throw away his coat on the sideway, a blood soaked white shirt and an empty gun beside his waist, plain in sight begging to be noticed . His lumping was'nt natural but the result of his rage and his nature of loving too much. He clears his constant bleeding nose with his arm, and with the other he put pressure on the wound in his stomach. It's raining heavy now, the crimson rain around him has become more red, as he tripped and fall down on his knees, the agony on his face revealed a deep sadness and remorse. He turned his face up in the sky and let the rain wash away all of his pain and suffering and atlast he let go of his wound and fall on his face in the ground
I could'nt end him, how could i? after seeing such determination. I put my gun back in the coat, as i walked away holding an umberalla, all alone. I wished i too have taken a wound like that to compete with him, but alas! I was too good. In this battle of snake and mongoose, this snake has won today. Again.
Who am I
I want to be the shining sun-rays,
I want to be the melting moonbeam,
I want to be the flower's fragrance,
Thus I want to find my ways.
Who am I?
I am my mom's cute darling!
I find my dreams in singing aloud,
The wings of my dreams clipped,
I find my ways in writing poems
My ways are confined to house hold about.
Who am I?
Oh! I am a wife and a mother.
My trembling hands seek for hands,
My tiring eyes look for someone,
My lonely heart craves for love,
All my weak limbs refuse my commands.
Who am I?
A skinny old mother at old age home.#review #an effort# dot
I want to be the shining sun-rays,
I want to be the melting moonbeam,
I want to be the flower's fragrance,
Thus I want to find my ways.
Who am I?
I am my mom's cute darling!
I find my dreams in singing aloud,
The wings of my dreams clipped,
I find my ways in writing poems
My ways are confined to house hold about.
Who am I?
Oh! I am a wife and a mother.
My trembling hands seek for hands,
My tiring eyes look for someone,
My lonely heart craves for love,
All my weak limbs refuse my commands.
Who am I?
A skinny old mother at old age home.#review #an effort# dot
#review #freenix
A Day in the life of Sujatha
Part 1
As the slanting rays of the sun fell across her face forcing itself through the old wooden window, Sujatha woke up to a new day quite unwillingly. Her eyelids still not wanting to depart each other, it looked more like a choice made to avoid facing the painful realities. She gently nudged, Bidyut, her 4-year-old son to wake up who had burrowed himself in his blanket beside her. She sat for a moment letting the thoughts of her incomplete project work run through her mind to give her the jolt she needed to start her day. As the blaring alarm rang quarter past 6, Sujatha sprang to her feet and forced herself straight into the kitchen where Lata, her mother had already begun chopping drumsticks for their morning breakfast of idli with sambar.
Sujatha brewed coffee for Vijayan, her father, waiting impatiently for it, seated on an old chair at the veranda, and reading a newspaper.
Sujatha was raised in a conservative family, which followed traditional values. It required her to adopt the 'ways of the women' in the family, by subduing her true self that sought freedom to express her innermost desires. At an early age of 14, her father had taught her how ‘good women’ behave, and how cooking delicious food helps one find a successful groom in the community.
She walked towards the veranda with a coffee in her hand -
‘Appa, coffee,’ she addressed her father with a smile.
‘Keep it on the table. You were late last night!’
‘Yeah, I had to complete my pending work assignments. I still have a lot more to do.’
He lowered his newspaper and stared at her through his glasses –
‘Whatever you have, you should be home by 8 pm. Women should not be late like this. Don’t you know it is unsafe? You have a 4-year-old son! Don’t forget that. ’
‘But Appa, my manager had dropped me home last night. I didn’t come on my own,’ replied Sujatha in a soft tone of voice without willing to incur her father’s wrath.
‘You could take a bus instead!’ was his immediate remark. ’ Anyway, your scooter is back from the workshop for you to take tomorrow!’
Sujatha nodded her assent and went inside. While walking towards her room, she overheard a faint conversation of Vijayan asking his wife if their daughter had uploaded her details on a divorcee matrimonial website, as recommended by him.
‘She didn’t. She needs time to settle down,’ replied a worried Lata.
‘What does she think she would do with a child? Why can’t she listen to us?’ asked Vijayan with an annoyed look. ‘It was not necessary to ask him for a divorce. We could have helped him meet a good doctor to fix his problems.’
Not willing to let her father’s ignorance bog her down, she went to her son Bidyut, who was yet to wake up.
‘Ajju, wakeup mone, mamma needs to go soon today. Get ready; go brush your teeth.’
Bidyut woke up from his deep sleep and pleaded his mother to allow him some time.
‘No! Enough! You are going right now.’ Sujatha exclaimed moving hurriedly to finish all her morning chores. She cooked lunch for her son, and then moved towards getting herself ready for the day.
While she stood in front of the mirror to groom her hair, a deep sense of despair struck her. Her cheerful face reminded her of the high school days when the boys would flock around her in an attempt to get a slice of her attention. She would pay no heed to such attempts as her inclination had always been towards men who averted her. The boys who had no time for a beautiful girl like Sujatha were the ones who aroused subtle curiosity in her. But then, she wouldn’t have known that she would eventually marry such a man and have a remorseful life.
A Day in the life of Sujatha
Part 1
As the slanting rays of the sun fell across her face forcing itself through the old wooden window, Sujatha woke up to a new day quite unwillingly. Her eyelids still not wanting to depart each other, it looked more like a choice made to avoid facing the painful realities. She gently nudged, Bidyut, her 4-year-old son to wake up who had burrowed himself in his blanket beside her. She sat for a moment letting the thoughts of her incomplete project work run through her mind to give her the jolt she needed to start her day. As the blaring alarm rang quarter past 6, Sujatha sprang to her feet and forced herself straight into the kitchen where Lata, her mother had already begun chopping drumsticks for their morning breakfast of idli with sambar.
Sujatha brewed coffee for Vijayan, her father, waiting impatiently for it, seated on an old chair at the veranda, and reading a newspaper.
Sujatha was raised in a conservative family, which followed traditional values. It required her to adopt the 'ways of the women' in the family, by subduing her true self that sought freedom to express her innermost desires. At an early age of 14, her father had taught her how ‘good women’ behave, and how cooking delicious food helps one find a successful groom in the community.
She walked towards the veranda with a coffee in her hand -
‘Appa, coffee,’ she addressed her father with a smile.
‘Keep it on the table. You were late last night!’
‘Yeah, I had to complete my pending work assignments. I still have a lot more to do.’
He lowered his newspaper and stared at her through his glasses –
‘Whatever you have, you should be home by 8 pm. Women should not be late like this. Don’t you know it is unsafe? You have a 4-year-old son! Don’t forget that. ’
‘But Appa, my manager had dropped me home last night. I didn’t come on my own,’ replied Sujatha in a soft tone of voice without willing to incur her father’s wrath.
‘You could take a bus instead!’ was his immediate remark. ’ Anyway, your scooter is back from the workshop for you to take tomorrow!’
Sujatha nodded her assent and went inside. While walking towards her room, she overheard a faint conversation of Vijayan asking his wife if their daughter had uploaded her details on a divorcee matrimonial website, as recommended by him.
‘She didn’t. She needs time to settle down,’ replied a worried Lata.
‘What does she think she would do with a child? Why can’t she listen to us?’ asked Vijayan with an annoyed look. ‘It was not necessary to ask him for a divorce. We could have helped him meet a good doctor to fix his problems.’
Not willing to let her father’s ignorance bog her down, she went to her son Bidyut, who was yet to wake up.
‘Ajju, wakeup mone, mamma needs to go soon today. Get ready; go brush your teeth.’
Bidyut woke up from his deep sleep and pleaded his mother to allow him some time.
‘No! Enough! You are going right now.’ Sujatha exclaimed moving hurriedly to finish all her morning chores. She cooked lunch for her son, and then moved towards getting herself ready for the day.
While she stood in front of the mirror to groom her hair, a deep sense of despair struck her. Her cheerful face reminded her of the high school days when the boys would flock around her in an attempt to get a slice of her attention. She would pay no heed to such attempts as her inclination had always been towards men who averted her. The boys who had no time for a beautiful girl like Sujatha were the ones who aroused subtle curiosity in her. But then, she wouldn’t have known that she would eventually marry such a man and have a remorseful life.
#review #freenix
Part 2
A Day in the life of Sujatha
Sujatha reached her office parking lot and ran towards her floor to login. Once inside, she started her work assignment that had to be completed on priority.
Dhruv, her team leader who had dropped her home last night ‘coincidentally’ seemed to have arrived sooner.
Dhruv had been working with Sujatha for a couple of years. A mildly reserved and hardworking person Dhruv had very little interests in his life and one of them happened to be admiring Sujatha. He had a liking towards her from the day she joined the organisation as a senior associate. This gradually took the shape of a very intense infatuation, partly due to the fantasies he has had with her in his mind. However, he kept his feelings to himself knowing she was a married woman. He would often make excuses to have a prolonged conversation with Sujatha inside and outside the office.
‘Hey Sujatha, can we go for a coffee break? Cafeteria is open now’ asked Dhruv meekly
‘No Dhruv, I have a lot of work piled up and need to complete this by the end of the day’
A visibly hurt Dhruv mustered some courage and said, ‘Come on! 10 minutes in the cafeteria would not impact your work so much.’
Dhruv had known of the recent divorce petition filed by Sujatha through Maria, her close friend who she used to confide in. Upon learning it, he had gone to her with a flower and few words of consolation wanting to look thoughtful and caring; however, Sujatha had not been very pleased with his approach. She wanted this information to be private and had cursed Maria for having shared it with him.
Dhruv stood there awaiting a response from her
Sujatha paused herself for a moment, and then with a confused expression said ‘Let’s go.’
Part 2
A Day in the life of Sujatha
Sujatha reached her office parking lot and ran towards her floor to login. Once inside, she started her work assignment that had to be completed on priority.
Dhruv, her team leader who had dropped her home last night ‘coincidentally’ seemed to have arrived sooner.
Dhruv had been working with Sujatha for a couple of years. A mildly reserved and hardworking person Dhruv had very little interests in his life and one of them happened to be admiring Sujatha. He had a liking towards her from the day she joined the organisation as a senior associate. This gradually took the shape of a very intense infatuation, partly due to the fantasies he has had with her in his mind. However, he kept his feelings to himself knowing she was a married woman. He would often make excuses to have a prolonged conversation with Sujatha inside and outside the office.
‘Hey Sujatha, can we go for a coffee break? Cafeteria is open now’ asked Dhruv meekly
‘No Dhruv, I have a lot of work piled up and need to complete this by the end of the day’
A visibly hurt Dhruv mustered some courage and said, ‘Come on! 10 minutes in the cafeteria would not impact your work so much.’
Dhruv had known of the recent divorce petition filed by Sujatha through Maria, her close friend who she used to confide in. Upon learning it, he had gone to her with a flower and few words of consolation wanting to look thoughtful and caring; however, Sujatha had not been very pleased with his approach. She wanted this information to be private and had cursed Maria for having shared it with him.
Dhruv stood there awaiting a response from her
Sujatha paused herself for a moment, and then with a confused expression said ‘Let’s go.’
#article #review
#Stillteen
2020 the outset of a new decade was an awaited year for all of us. People had glamorous ideas to come up, families had fresh desires, students were to initiate their new phase of life. Many new things were going to happen, but it all came to a halt when the coronavirus outbroke
WHO declared the Coronavirus as a pandemic. The world was paused. Every nation was combatting the virus, all nations were shut. The streets were unoccupied, the restaurants were latched, schools occurred without students, cinemas were shut, temples stood without superiority, Gods were in hospitals.
More than 4.9 lakhs of people have died because of the Novel coronavirus. Worldwide.
Seems as if we are facing a tough time, formerly we lost our talented heroes of Bollywood, The real-life heroes the Indian Army, we lost 20 Indian soldiers in tension with China.
Who knows what all things are going to happen subsequently. Students are getting frustrated, exams like Jee and neet are getting postponed. A sense of depression is thriving in these students. People are running out of cash. Not enough available to rejoice their being.
We all are presently locked down in our dwellings. Praying to God that the circumstance turns nicer. All of us are finding great complications with no doors open to go elsewhere. We all are frustrated, stabbed and stressed. Looking at the upswing in the digits of +ve cases somewhere we all are psychologically dismal. Instead of looking at the news every time, one should spend time with their family. In this period of insecurity, essentially we all are tired.
This year will be remembered forever"2020 a year of coping up with the situation"
#Stillteen
2020 the outset of a new decade was an awaited year for all of us. People had glamorous ideas to come up, families had fresh desires, students were to initiate their new phase of life. Many new things were going to happen, but it all came to a halt when the coronavirus outbroke
WHO declared the Coronavirus as a pandemic. The world was paused. Every nation was combatting the virus, all nations were shut. The streets were unoccupied, the restaurants were latched, schools occurred without students, cinemas were shut, temples stood without superiority, Gods were in hospitals.
More than 4.9 lakhs of people have died because of the Novel coronavirus. Worldwide.
Seems as if we are facing a tough time, formerly we lost our talented heroes of Bollywood, The real-life heroes the Indian Army, we lost 20 Indian soldiers in tension with China.
Who knows what all things are going to happen subsequently. Students are getting frustrated, exams like Jee and neet are getting postponed. A sense of depression is thriving in these students. People are running out of cash. Not enough available to rejoice their being.
We all are presently locked down in our dwellings. Praying to God that the circumstance turns nicer. All of us are finding great complications with no doors open to go elsewhere. We all are frustrated, stabbed and stressed. Looking at the upswing in the digits of +ve cases somewhere we all are psychologically dismal. Instead of looking at the news every time, one should spend time with their family. In this period of insecurity, essentially we all are tired.
This year will be remembered forever"2020 a year of coping up with the situation"
Its Time
Its time to rise from the dunes of madness
Its time to take a step
A step towards the Reality
A step toward the truth
Time and again we have felt the horrors
The pain, the sorrow, the hate
Time and again we hear the scream
The scream which has almost fade
The scream is not of a Girl or a Lady or a Women
We must first try except the reality that she is also a human.
We forget that she has her feeling
We forget that she has life
We forget to give her, her rights until she has died.
The truth is a little different from reality
The truth is that we never care.
The truth is that for some it is always a boy or die
The truth which we can never digest but have to try.
Make the change because its time
#review #abhijit
Its time to rise from the dunes of madness
Its time to take a step
A step towards the Reality
A step toward the truth
Time and again we have felt the horrors
The pain, the sorrow, the hate
Time and again we hear the scream
The scream which has almost fade
The scream is not of a Girl or a Lady or a Women
We must first try except the reality that she is also a human.
We forget that she has her feeling
We forget that she has life
We forget to give her, her rights until she has died.
The truth is a little different from reality
The truth is that we never care.
The truth is that for some it is always a boy or die
The truth which we can never digest but have to try.
Make the change because its time
#review #abhijit
#kbc #review
Part 1
Luke carter was leading his army of robots from one planet to another draining each and every planet from its resources he stepped on. He was frustrated as he had to send life-seekers first to check if there was any life on the planet or not which would take a lot of time and he was eager to go home early as the final match of his favorite sport tournament was going to be telecasted .
So he called his boss through the nearby "galaxy" call center . "hello, boss why do I have to send life - seeker when 99.999991% of planet has no life on it and can I go home early today ? As I want to watch the final match of milky way cup " and the boss shouted "because it's the law you idiot!!
I don't handle those things those are government's order and you can't go home early today, you are already late on your mission today, you may will have to overwork today, now shut the f****ng phone" and he immediately cuts the call.
He was angry and sad at the same time as he would not get to watch the final match of milky way cup. He was even angry on the "galaxy" company who will put their ads everywhere promising good internet connection on every distant planet but wouldn't do so. He can't even watch the match through internate due to poor internate connection. But he continued with his work and
after completing his work he began his travel back to his home
(to be continued......)
Part 1
Luke carter was leading his army of robots from one planet to another draining each and every planet from its resources he stepped on. He was frustrated as he had to send life-seekers first to check if there was any life on the planet or not which would take a lot of time and he was eager to go home early as the final match of his favorite sport tournament was going to be telecasted .
So he called his boss through the nearby "galaxy" call center . "hello, boss why do I have to send life - seeker when 99.999991% of planet has no life on it and can I go home early today ? As I want to watch the final match of milky way cup " and the boss shouted "because it's the law you idiot!!
I don't handle those things those are government's order and you can't go home early today, you are already late on your mission today, you may will have to overwork today, now shut the f****ng phone" and he immediately cuts the call.
He was angry and sad at the same time as he would not get to watch the final match of milky way cup. He was even angry on the "galaxy" company who will put their ads everywhere promising good internet connection on every distant planet but wouldn't do so. He can't even watch the match through internate due to poor internate connection. But he continued with his work and
after completing his work he began his travel back to his home
(to be continued......)
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#mk
My legs were trembling, breath was short , the rush of adrenaline had long left my body, I was standing there in that dark alley, ossified by terror. The fear was enough to lose the grip of the bloody knife that I held tight in my right hand. The clincking sound of the knife touching the floor echoed in the empty alley of the rather quiet street of Seoul. What just happened...I killed a person. I just…killed a human being. The blood of my victim, whom I didn't even know, shone in my palm lines and embedded in my nails, as I observed my trembling hands under the lone street-light out of the alley, and I felt as if it would erode my whole self. I tried to shake off the feeling by wiping my hands off my clothes.. but it was all in vain.
"You did a good job, for a first timer" snickered a quiet voice as it shook my whole self, and I felt a paper envelope being pushed in my bloody hands. "Here is your reward, Ah and don't worry about the trash, the cleaners will clean the mess. Just don't create such a mess next time", Fox whispered rather too close to my ear and surprisingly nonchalantly , and left the shocked me to myself. Fox as his mates called him was as par to his reputation and name…fox. I peered inside the envelope as I counted the amount promised. Should I have thanked him? Why would I? I knew this would happen, I knew that they would want me to kill someday. After all, I am just a slave dog to them…
#mk
My legs were trembling, breath was short , the rush of adrenaline had long left my body, I was standing there in that dark alley, ossified by terror. The fear was enough to lose the grip of the bloody knife that I held tight in my right hand. The clincking sound of the knife touching the floor echoed in the empty alley of the rather quiet street of Seoul. What just happened...I killed a person. I just…killed a human being. The blood of my victim, whom I didn't even know, shone in my palm lines and embedded in my nails, as I observed my trembling hands under the lone street-light out of the alley, and I felt as if it would erode my whole self. I tried to shake off the feeling by wiping my hands off my clothes.. but it was all in vain.
"You did a good job, for a first timer" snickered a quiet voice as it shook my whole self, and I felt a paper envelope being pushed in my bloody hands. "Here is your reward, Ah and don't worry about the trash, the cleaners will clean the mess. Just don't create such a mess next time", Fox whispered rather too close to my ear and surprisingly nonchalantly , and left the shocked me to myself. Fox as his mates called him was as par to his reputation and name…fox. I peered inside the envelope as I counted the amount promised. Should I have thanked him? Why would I? I knew this would happen, I knew that they would want me to kill someday. After all, I am just a slave dog to them…
#review #rhyme #iwritesometimes
I was once like a rainstorm,
wanted my voice to reach every heart
I always talked and talked,
how my light can break the dark
I told everyone about things,
that happened throughout the day,
And when they thought I'm done talkin
I suddenly had a lot more to say
One day, I learned to bit my own tongue
and I became very calm,
I stopped spilling my secrets,
would rather hold'em in my palm
Now I don't speak much,
and it's my silence that brings peace
I listen to everyone with wonder,
as i try to fix them piece by piece
but when I'm alone with my thoughts
I feel something deep within me
The misery that once bought me silence,
helped me to set my soul free
~
I was once like a rainstorm,
wanted my voice to reach every heart
I always talked and talked,
how my light can break the dark
I told everyone about things,
that happened throughout the day,
And when they thought I'm done talkin
I suddenly had a lot more to say
One day, I learned to bit my own tongue
and I became very calm,
I stopped spilling my secrets,
would rather hold'em in my palm
Now I don't speak much,
and it's my silence that brings peace
I listen to everyone with wonder,
as i try to fix them piece by piece
but when I'm alone with my thoughts
I feel something deep within me
The misery that once bought me silence,
helped me to set my soul free
~
iwritesometimes 26oct303am#review #Nandinithakar #poem
The thing about pain is that,
It won't last forever
And it kills but eventually heals
The thing about scars,
Is they all start to fade
Untill nothing is left
The thing about today
Is there's always tomorrow
And if you can't find your smile
I have one you can borrow
Keep smiling
Nothing lasts forever
And it's the thing about everything.
The thing about pain is that,
It won't last forever
And it kills but eventually heals
The thing about scars,
Is they all start to fade
Untill nothing is left
The thing about today
Is there's always tomorrow
And if you can't find your smile
I have one you can borrow
Keep smiling
Nothing lasts forever
And it's the thing about everything.