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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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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… 

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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.

#review #Mehak2000

1939, Manchester, England


The world was on verge of end...Again. People dying ...again. Authorities spending money like hell... Again. It doesn't matter to Aster Maxime though... Because her world had Ended... Long before the wars .. long before the terror started.. Her world was crushed from the moment she took birth and her mother died from childbirth. Now 23 years later she stared at the beautiful woman in the picture. Aster had got her hairs and eyes....Hazel...A lone tear betrayed her as it made its way down her cheeks. She didn't wipe it.. Just let it flow. 


"Aster !" A heavy voice bellowed its way to her ears and shook with terror. She ran downstairs with the an unimaginable speed for bearing a chubby body as her. "Coming Father" She replied in her timid yet soft voice. As she made her way to stand before her father. Her father Major Gerald Maxime was a highly recognised man in England. 


As she made her way down the stairs , her father stood in with all the badges on his uniform on...Oh How she wished to see her mother standing besides her father...


"I am called for the urgent meeting." He said with his head held high ...In a voice that could scare anyone.

"With the war in the air ...I may not return for a while...listen to Ms. Clara. Got it ?"


"Yes Father "


"Don't be stupid and don't go out of the house".


"Yes Father "


"Oh how I wish I had a son to accompany me to a war like this. "He muttered as he passed a quick glare of disgust in her direction, picked his heavy trunk up and went out of the door.

"Bye Father..."

She whispered as she heard the carriage outside pulled up to God knows where. ..


Aster slumped on her bed empty stomach that night , clutching her mother's picture to her heart . A flood of emotions erupted from her...as the flood of tears long unshed . .All bottled up...decided to break apart the dam of fake strong mask, that she wore with pride everyday.


"A son...He wanted a son..look at you. ..who would want a daughter like you ..so ....pathetic she sobbed as she seethed all her anger on particularly no one....and maybe without knowing she escaped in the world of dreams. ...And at last doing what she have been doing ....running from reality. 


The breeze was pleasing on her skin ...her hair danced with the wind. The ocean was beautiful and the sand of the beach was so soft on the sole of her feet. She wiggled her toes digging into wet soft sand...Her hazel orbs gleamed with giddiness as a small chuckle escaped her soft pink lips. Aster peered down herself , noticing a pale blue sundress complementing her pale skin . She was happy. ..she had never been to beach....but if this was what it looked like...then she loved beaches now..She twirled a little as if she was a child again.


This was first time for him...dreaming of a girl swirling in a sundress , on a beach. ...an empty beach except for them.


As if noticing his presence the girl stopped and with her piercing hazel eyes stared at him with confusion which matched the expression on his face...The girl was ...Average looking girl of London....her pale skin and dirty blond curls gave that away...

He cautiously stepped near her as if still not believing that she was there.


The guy Aster stared at...was simply gorgeous..She had met very less male humans in her life...but never this gorgeous....A mob of silky brown curls disheveled on his head...He was wearing a loose v- neck and a pair of khaki shorts...His skin was sun kissed but what attracted her to step forward were those eyes...His eyes were as deep as ocean besides them...With a flick of mysterious forest green....They were simply beautiful ..

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Run, run life is a race my son.
Why should I run, papa?
You have to win.
Win? Which race should I have to win?I can't see any track. Where's the track?
Your childhood, your youth will be the track.
When should I stop papa?
Unless you achieve the topper's crown, unless you get a lift to the topmost post.
Papa, my dreams of being a painter is crushed.
Let it be.
Papa, my wishes of being a player is trodden.
Let it go.
Papa, my aspiration.......
Don't look back, only ahead.
My burdened heart hurts papa.
Little more, my son.
My windless lungs ache, papa.
Don't stop, my son.
My loneliness kills me papa.
Last lap, my son.
My humanity cries, papa.
Crown awaits.
Congrats my son, you are the winner!
O, really? But I am no more a human being, I am a rat now. Yes, the winner of this rat race.

#review #fading_betelgues
#poetry

It was so bright..
As if I was engulfed in light.
It was so bright
That I had to close my eyes tight.
But it was not bright.
Inside there was no light.
I tried hard
And I swear I tried.
I tried and I tried .
But no light I find.
Broken shred were found.
Debris and rumbles were found.
But was not bright.
There was no light.

Some lost tears.
Some feelings I had beared.
in all those years.
A long lost guilt there was..A long forgotten regret there was.
I tried hard.
I swear I tried.
But all was void of light.
It was anything but bright.

Falling Before Scoring


His eyes were busy staring at the form
Trying to fill and see what will be her score

He didn't notice he was only with his brain
His heart had sneaked out to submit to her


#AhmadMusa #review #poem

There we are,
Sitting on the edge,
Waiting for a breeze to come comfort us,
But we realize that the breeze is not going to stay for long.
It passes.
And there we are again,
On the edge...

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"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 canon.
lonely so they feel, his many many lovers,
no one can own him
they already knew it better.

But everything aside
he is the king's only 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 can't seems to care for an unworthy boy's sham.
"Make him a MAN
or dont ever show him "
But the things that are shown don't 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 returns to his home after a long time and everyone is hailing his name.

The first para is sung by the scholars, of how he will be remembered by the history.

The second para is sung by the ministers who wants to sure favours from him.

The third pars 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 knew, as it will never be included in history

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#Einstestine

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He leaned his head on the cold grilled window of the jail bus, as he felt continuous tapping of rain drops. Some of the drops lingering and others just sliding on the thin glass. His brain was empty. There was nothing he could thinkof. He felt tired, agony, and that was all. Nothing else. He felt suffocated by the sac which was covering his face. Was there anyone other than him in the bus ? Was he alone? What was his name again? He didn’t know.

 The chattering of officers was annoying. They were not humans. If humans were like them, he would rather be in the company of demons.

The tapping of the rain on the window was like a lullaby for him. His eyes were getting heavier, his body was tired from not sleeping from last whole week , bones cracking from their  excessive use, to put in a simpler form, he was tired at extreme level. But his brain won’t let him take a nap. A little doze of sleep was all he wanted. The moment he gave in to the sleepiness a sharp pain erupted in his right of his skull. It was as if his skull was cracking open. He banged his a little against the cold window. He squint his eyes from extreme pain. He was used to this, but still can’t remember how he get to used to this pain.

Suddenly the bus jerked to halt.

“ Get Up  43396! We are here!” One of the officers approached him, he visibly flinched at being touched. That has been his name from last two years, 43396.

He finally got free from the sac on his face. As soon as his face was uncovered , he felt a rush of  cold wind smacking on his face. He wished he could feel the ataraxy  but the cuffed hands made him remember his captivity.

The building before them a cement building, though it looked like an abandoned and not taken care of from outside, but he knew better what to expect from the interior.

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He leaned his head on the cold grilled window of the jail bus, as he felt continuous tapping of rain drops. Some of the drops lingering and others just sliding on the thin glass. His brain was empty. There was nothing he could thinkof. He felt tired, agony, and that was all. Nothing else. He felt suffocated by the sac which was covering his face. Was there anyone other than him in the bus ? Was he alone? What was his name again? He didn’t know.

 The chattering of officers was annoying. They were not humans. If humans were like them, he would rather be in the company of demons.

The tapping of the rain on the window was like a lullaby for him. His eyes were getting heavier, his body was tired from not sleeping from last whole week , bones cracking from their  excessive use, to put in a simpler form, he was tired at extreme level. But his brain won’t let him take a nap. A little doze of sleep was all he wanted. The moment he gave in to the sleepiness a sharp pain erupted in his right of his skull. It was as if his skull was cracking open. He banged his a little against the cold window. He squint his eyes from extreme pain. He was used to this, but still can’t remember how he get to used to this pain.

Suddenly the bus jerked to halt.

“ Get Up  43396! We are here!” One of the officers approached him, he visibly flinched at being touched. That has been his name from last two years, 43396.

He finally got free from the sac on his face. As soon as his face was uncovered , he felt a rush of  cold wind smacking on his face. He wished he could feel the ataraxy  but the cuffed hands made him remember his captivity.

The building before them a cement building, though it looked like an abandoned and not taken care of from outside, but he knew better what to expect from the interior.

#poem #Nandinithakar #review

I was locked in a house,
All alone with no escape,
In my own seclusion.
Finding Answers to my questions
No one could hear my cries
Nor could I escape that house
But it was so peaceful
It was not like,
The house was locked,
Or it had high walls,
Neither was it haunted.
But it was all,
In my own Mind.

#review #fading_betelgues #poetry

Shelter from rain and hailstorm .
Shelter is all I craved for.
Shelter from darkness around me .
Shelter from the darkness inside me .
Shelter was I deemed for.
Shelter was all I asked for.

But .

Shattered my heart was left .
Shattered my soul was left
"I am Fine." I thought
But I am not ,now I know.

Why was a hollow made in me ?
Sometime I question mere existence of me.
See what I got for..

Shelter was all I asked for.
Shelter was all I asked for.

On Realisations
#poetry #review

Each passing day of mine finds
a realisation unbeknownst,
not that of opening a pandora box
I've made one my own, I keep it
close to me and sit by it to
never open.
On and on, realisations add
and also adds my curiosity to open
why not disclose it? I forth come it,
open. for it, a box of realisations
to find it empty has of no surprise.

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Here I stand before thee all.
Full of imperfections and flaws .
Never was I born for brawls.
Nor was I to appease ya all.
Oh how suffocating they are.
Being rude and commands us all not be rude.
How crude thou can be .
Oh the society rules.

Some predefined laws they are.
Bruising the one writhes to be free.
Some brutal ropes they are binding you tight till you bleed.
Keep it down ! Don't show you guts.
Oh my God how they drive me to nuts!
Oh these society rules.

Some loose their wealth.
Some looses health.
To just to fit in the quote of "What they'd say".
But sadly never anyone finds their bay.
When this haze will go away.
The haze of ideology.
The fog of obsolete rules.
Oh these society rules...

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵?


What are my lips
But the playthings, you enjoyed
What are my eyes
But the window, to the dead void

What is my mind
But a book, engraved with our stories
What is my heart
But a museum, of your memories

What are my hands
But a reminder, of yours in mine
What are my beats
But a deception, of being fine

What is this feeling
this abyss of Nothingness
What is this numbness
this 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦
In my blank stare
The dull ache
The distance
This amorphous nightmare

'What is my life
But a blessing' if anyone asks
What is my smile
But a lie, an ornate mask

What are my dreams
But an echo, of our pasts
i know too well
of love
𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦
𝘐𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴.



𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘈𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳

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#review #fading_betelgues #poetry

Here I stand before thee all.
Full of imperfections and flaws .
Never was I born for brawls.
Nor was I to appease ya all.
Oh how suffocating they are.
Being rude and commands us all not be rude.
How crude thou can be .
Oh the society rules.

Some predefined laws they are.
Bruising the one writhes to be free.
Some brutal ropes they are binding you tight till you bleed.
Keep it down ! Don't show you guts.
Oh my God how they drive me to nuts!
Oh these society rules.

Some loose their wealth.
Some looses health.
To just to fit in the quote of "What they'd say".
But sadly never anyone finds their bay.
When this haze will go away.
The haze of ideology.
The fog of obsolete rules.
Oh these society rules...

and then I'm like this both
'feeling' and 'not-feeling-at-all'
l hold off on me about it, maybe,
it's not the thing I should be delving into
plus it's not a fatal question to be answered
and also when nobody bothers asking.
but me, my core, has it settled?
No, it has always left me in second thoughts,
in many 'ifs' followed by many 'buts'.
To mount north, I'm in the south,
and for this magnetic flux,
there hasn't been any compass.
I'm stopped by, I'm 'not-feeling-at-all'
if it's not a question of death, fair enough
it's more than to live and endure,
and to feel nothing, l live not at par
my days swipe in many temptations
yet when comes to it, I'm shunned and raw.
I knock, I'm knocking myself to be 'feeling'
only to introduce me 'who am I?'.

— @Kartik_prajapat

( this could probably a boy or girl dealing with his/her persuasion)

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A RAPE

One night it heavily rained
He heard a crying , but himself he restrained
Thinking , nothing he could have gained
While she was raped ,in sequence they claimed

Went home ,his family moved happily around
Had laugh with them , and he slept sound
While a foundation was laid for a burial ground
As in the city roamed, unleashed hounds

Next morning , the news spread
A raped girl has been found dead
“Justice” her family pled
As usual the hounds fled.

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#poetry

A RAPE

One night it heavily rained
He heard a crying , but himself he restrained
Thinking , nothing he could have gained
While she was raped ,in sequence they claimed

Went home ,his family moved happily around
Had laugh with them , and he slept sound
While a foundation was laid for a burial ground
As in the city roamed, unleashed hounds

Next morning , the news spread
A raped girl has been found dead
“Justice” her family pled
As usual the hounds fled.

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#poetry
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