#review #fading_betelgues
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.
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.
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.
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.
#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.
#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...
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
#poetry #review
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
#poetry #review
#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...
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)
#poetry #review #persuasion
'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)
#poetry #review #persuasion
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.
#review
#poetry
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.
#review
#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.
#ag
#poetry
#review
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.
#ag
#poetry
#review
Do you know 🤨THE SECRET OF THE MACHINES 😉 .I tell you .
"We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine,
We were melted in the furnace and the pit---
We were cast and wrought and hammered to design,
We were cut and filed and tooled and gauged to fit.
Some water,coal and oil is we ask,
And a thousandth of an inch to give us play:
And now,if you will set us to our task,
We will serve you four and twenty hours a day !
We can pull and haul and puch and lift and drive,
We can print and plough and weave and heat and light,
We can run and race and swim and fly and drive,
We can see and hear and count and read and write !
But remember, please,the law by which we live,
We are not built to comprehend a lie,
We can neither love nor pity nor forgive.
If you make a slip in handling us you die !
Though our smoke may hide the heavens from yours eyes 👀 ,
It will vanish and the stars will shine again,
Because,for all our power and weight and size,
We are nothing more than children of your brain !
#review #yash
"We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine,
We were melted in the furnace and the pit---
We were cast and wrought and hammered to design,
We were cut and filed and tooled and gauged to fit.
Some water,coal and oil is we ask,
And a thousandth of an inch to give us play:
And now,if you will set us to our task,
We will serve you four and twenty hours a day !
We can pull and haul and puch and lift and drive,
We can print and plough and weave and heat and light,
We can run and race and swim and fly and drive,
We can see and hear and count and read and write !
But remember, please,the law by which we live,
We are not built to comprehend a lie,
We can neither love nor pity nor forgive.
If you make a slip in handling us you die !
Though our smoke may hide the heavens from yours eyes 👀 ,
It will vanish and the stars will shine again,
Because,for all our power and weight and size,
We are nothing more than children of your brain !
#review #yash
#blankversee #poem #review
It was the darkest night ,
When I sent a question into the cosmos,
If I could ever change the way I feel,
When I am vexed.
I waited for the answer,
But there came none.
Which made me restless
For the whole night
The next dawn
I found someone
With pink sunrise on her cheeks
Her shiny eyes
Were full of belief
Her gentle hands
Wiped out my unease
And all of the vexation
Disappeared for a moment
It was the darkest night ,
When I sent a question into the cosmos,
If I could ever change the way I feel,
When I am vexed.
I waited for the answer,
But there came none.
Which made me restless
For the whole night
The next dawn
I found someone
With pink sunrise on her cheeks
Her shiny eyes
Were full of belief
Her gentle hands
Wiped out my unease
And all of the vexation
Disappeared for a moment
#blankversee #poem #review #Nandinithakar
It was the darkest night ,
When I sent a question into the cosmos,
If I could ever change the way I feel,
When I am vexed.
I waited for the answer,
But there came none.
Which made me restless
For the whole night
The next dawn
I found someone
With pink sunrise on her cheeks
Her shiny eyes
Were full of belief
Her gentle hands
Wiped out my unease
And all of the vexation
Disappeared for a moment
It was the darkest night ,
When I sent a question into the cosmos,
If I could ever change the way I feel,
When I am vexed.
I waited for the answer,
But there came none.
Which made me restless
For the whole night
The next dawn
I found someone
With pink sunrise on her cheeks
Her shiny eyes
Were full of belief
Her gentle hands
Wiped out my unease
And all of the vexation
Disappeared for a moment
#freeversee #poem #review #Nandinithakar
It was the darkest night ,
When I sent a question into the cosmos,
If I could ever change the way I feel,
When I am vexed.
I waited for the answer,
But there came none.
Which made me restless
For the whole night
The next dawn
I found someone
With pink sunrise on her cheeks
Her shiny eyes
Were full of belief
Her gentle hands
Wiped out my unease
And all of the vexation
Disappeared for a moment
It was the darkest night ,
When I sent a question into the cosmos,
If I could ever change the way I feel,
When I am vexed.
I waited for the answer,
But there came none.
Which made me restless
For the whole night
The next dawn
I found someone
With pink sunrise on her cheeks
Her shiny eyes
Were full of belief
Her gentle hands
Wiped out my unease
And all of the vexation
Disappeared for a moment
'THAT'S ALL FOR NOW'
Consciousness, it rules over every living being aspires to greatness stability, functionality and freedom.It is said that all the life we see started from the ocean, have you ever tried breathing underwater? The kind of pain and hardship it took to breath out on the land not only showed us that we were going towards an higher level of intelligence but it also made us concious about ourselves. concious about fear, hunger and how to tackle it, not by hiding but by evolving.We get out of water, now it's time to get out of the Earth.All of those who are still listening to me, this is the last broadcast from the star ship 336, it's your last chance to leave the Earth, i repeat, it's the last star ship to the planet "ROO" those who still wants to leave the earth check your wristbands, co- ordinates are there, may our prayers be answered.
Radio transmission ended.
#review #shortstory
#Einstestine
Consciousness, it rules over every living being aspires to greatness stability, functionality and freedom.It is said that all the life we see started from the ocean, have you ever tried breathing underwater? The kind of pain and hardship it took to breath out on the land not only showed us that we were going towards an higher level of intelligence but it also made us concious about ourselves. concious about fear, hunger and how to tackle it, not by hiding but by evolving.We get out of water, now it's time to get out of the Earth.All of those who are still listening to me, this is the last broadcast from the star ship 336, it's your last chance to leave the Earth, i repeat, it's the last star ship to the planet "ROO" those who still wants to leave the earth check your wristbands, co- ordinates are there, may our prayers be answered.
Radio transmission ended.
#review #shortstory
#Einstestine
#review #fading_betelgues
There are a plethora of things that we ignore in our day to day life. Have you seen the night sky when there is a power outage? It's amazing, seeing the night sky with no city light, or the dissipation of light, the night sky appears as though it's sparkling. That glimmering of stars appears as if you can reach out to touch those gems. There are myriads of such things that we ignore around us. Much the same as the present moment, that I am savoring with my eyes right now, the sun emerging out of skylines, and breaking the first light. The second when the stars leave us after guiding us through the night and leaving us to become the masters of our fate. That second, when the blissful morning breeze murmurs in your ear," Go, today is the new beginning". I am tuning in to this second, with the chirping of birds and the waning stars. Bit by bit the early beams of light are over-administering the yonder above, the darkness of night is melting away. This really is magnificence. As though somebody has spread red shading in the sky, so unevenly, yet so stunning. Like these new beams emerging from the sun, I feel like I am reborn everyday. How unfathomable it would be if I could encounter this with each breath. We neglect to be appreciative, and easily overlook the details, similar to the Night light, the Sunrise, the Beauty of the mountains, the tranquility of stream, the imprudence of breeze. We forget that some aren't fortunate enough to experience this. We aren't thankful for each and every breath as well, you can't be sure whether you can take in the next breath or not. It’s so uncertain, yet so enthralling.
In today's hustle and bustle we have forgotten the true beauty. We have forgotten what is truly important to us. The humanitarian values of living has waned in our lives.
The nature all around us conspires to inspire us with its each act, it’s just that we aren’t vigilant enough to understand it. We are unable to understand the omens around us. If we were to consider this whole universe, it's bizarre how we are just little beings paving our path to live a life we desire on a tiny blue dot, suspended in an empty space. And yet we all are uniquely different, and that makes our existence in this large universe special. There is nothing in this world which doesn’t have a solution. There is an answer of every why; an answer to every how, all we have to do is explore. Just have a peep around yourself. You will see so much happiness, yea there is sadness a lot of it, if there is wihte, black exists too. The sadness, the setbacks are important, why not? They make us learn so much. Make us push ourselves past our limits. So setbacks and hardships are important. They let us know who is really there for us. So don’t be afraid of them , welcome them wholeheartedly. Let them come and test you. If you fail, you will simply learn a lot. If you win you will get to know how you won.
There are a plethora of things that we ignore in our day to day life. Have you seen the night sky when there is a power outage? It's amazing, seeing the night sky with no city light, or the dissipation of light, the night sky appears as though it's sparkling. That glimmering of stars appears as if you can reach out to touch those gems. There are myriads of such things that we ignore around us. Much the same as the present moment, that I am savoring with my eyes right now, the sun emerging out of skylines, and breaking the first light. The second when the stars leave us after guiding us through the night and leaving us to become the masters of our fate. That second, when the blissful morning breeze murmurs in your ear," Go, today is the new beginning". I am tuning in to this second, with the chirping of birds and the waning stars. Bit by bit the early beams of light are over-administering the yonder above, the darkness of night is melting away. This really is magnificence. As though somebody has spread red shading in the sky, so unevenly, yet so stunning. Like these new beams emerging from the sun, I feel like I am reborn everyday. How unfathomable it would be if I could encounter this with each breath. We neglect to be appreciative, and easily overlook the details, similar to the Night light, the Sunrise, the Beauty of the mountains, the tranquility of stream, the imprudence of breeze. We forget that some aren't fortunate enough to experience this. We aren't thankful for each and every breath as well, you can't be sure whether you can take in the next breath or not. It’s so uncertain, yet so enthralling.
In today's hustle and bustle we have forgotten the true beauty. We have forgotten what is truly important to us. The humanitarian values of living has waned in our lives.
The nature all around us conspires to inspire us with its each act, it’s just that we aren’t vigilant enough to understand it. We are unable to understand the omens around us. If we were to consider this whole universe, it's bizarre how we are just little beings paving our path to live a life we desire on a tiny blue dot, suspended in an empty space. And yet we all are uniquely different, and that makes our existence in this large universe special. There is nothing in this world which doesn’t have a solution. There is an answer of every why; an answer to every how, all we have to do is explore. Just have a peep around yourself. You will see so much happiness, yea there is sadness a lot of it, if there is wihte, black exists too. The sadness, the setbacks are important, why not? They make us learn so much. Make us push ourselves past our limits. So setbacks and hardships are important. They let us know who is really there for us. So don’t be afraid of them , welcome them wholeheartedly. Let them come and test you. If you fail, you will simply learn a lot. If you win you will get to know how you won.
Bewilderment in the chaos....
Team was set
and plot was met
yet men were mad
in the feeling of sad!,
All were guided
with men of feeble minded!
everything seemed perfect
yet something was imperfect,
None rested
yet none was busy!
still men roamed nosy
in an utter confusion,
All were in a dilemma
of what to do and what not to do;
and none complained
about this feeling of bewilderment
among a big chaos!
Nobody knew what was happening
yet everybody knew something was bothering!
t'was until Mister Been entered;
that things turned normal!
Till then, none knew
how to make jokes!
or how to laugh!
each one took
their own life as serious as it could be,
None knew life was just
an eye blinking moment;
it takes no time
for someone to die
nor somebody to birth,
Yet it takes time
for everyone to realise;
life is short
and it can't be wasted;
with a tough schedule!,
Your reason to be
bewildered in the chaos;
is equal to you not knowing
the meaning of life,
Life is not a tough path
even though it contains thorns and stones;
each moment in life is precious
yet you have to make it precious
and perfect,
When you laugh to silly jokes
and cry to silly reasons;
but act to serious cause
and respond to serious damage;
yet smiles to the arrogant
and ignore the hurting pupils,
You will no longer feel bewildered
among the big chaos;
even though you may be
the solitary sitter!
#review #shortpoem #poetry #lifelessons #aa
Team was set
and plot was met
yet men were mad
in the feeling of sad!,
All were guided
with men of feeble minded!
everything seemed perfect
yet something was imperfect,
None rested
yet none was busy!
still men roamed nosy
in an utter confusion,
All were in a dilemma
of what to do and what not to do;
and none complained
about this feeling of bewilderment
among a big chaos!
Nobody knew what was happening
yet everybody knew something was bothering!
t'was until Mister Been entered;
that things turned normal!
Till then, none knew
how to make jokes!
or how to laugh!
each one took
their own life as serious as it could be,
None knew life was just
an eye blinking moment;
it takes no time
for someone to die
nor somebody to birth,
Yet it takes time
for everyone to realise;
life is short
and it can't be wasted;
with a tough schedule!,
Your reason to be
bewildered in the chaos;
is equal to you not knowing
the meaning of life,
Life is not a tough path
even though it contains thorns and stones;
each moment in life is precious
yet you have to make it precious
and perfect,
When you laugh to silly jokes
and cry to silly reasons;
but act to serious cause
and respond to serious damage;
yet smiles to the arrogant
and ignore the hurting pupils,
You will no longer feel bewildered
among the big chaos;
even though you may be
the solitary sitter!
#review #shortpoem #poetry #lifelessons #aa
There are a plethora of things that we ignore in our day to day life. Have you seen the night sky when there is a power outage? It's amazing, seeing the night sky with no city light, or the dissipation of light, the night sky appears as though it's sparkling. That glimmering of stars appears as if you can reach out to touch those gems. There are myriads of such things that we ignore around us. Much the same as the present moment, that I am savoring with my eyes right now, the sun emerging out of skylines, and breaking the first light. The second when the stars leave us after guiding us through the night and leaving us to become the masters of our fate. That second, when the blissful morning breeze murmurs in your ear," Go, today is the new beginning". I am tuning in to this second, with the chirping of birds and the waning stars. Bit by bit the early beams of light are over-administering the yonder above, the darkness of night is melting away. This really is magnificence. As though somebody has spread red shading in the sky, so unevenly, yet so stunning. Like these new beams emerging from the sun, I feel like I am reborn everyday. How unfathomable it would be if I could encounter this with each breath. We neglect to be appreciative, and easily overlook the details, similar to the Night light, the Sunrise, the Beauty of the mountains, the tranquility of stream, the imprudence of breeze. We forget that some aren't fortunate enough to experience this. We aren't thankful for each and every breath as well, you can't be sure whether you can take in the next breath or not. It’s so uncertain, yet so enthralling.
In today's hustle and bustle we have forgotten the true beauty. We have forgotten what is truly important to us. The humanitarian values of living has waned in our lives.
The nature all around us conspires to inspire us with its each act, it’s just that we aren’t vigilant enough to understand it. We are unable to understand the omens around us. If we were to consider this whole universe, it's bizarre how we are just little beings paving our path to live a life we desire on a tiny blue dot, suspended in an empty space. And yet we all are uniquely different, and that makes our existence in this large universe special. There is nothing in this world which doesn’t have a solution. There is an answer of every why; an answer to every how, all we have to do is explore. Just have a peep around yourself. You will see so much happiness, yea there is sadness a lot of it, if there is wihte, black exists too. The sadness, the setbacks are important, why not? They make us learn so much. Make us push ourselves past our limits. So setbacks and hardships are important. They let us know who is really there for us. So don’t be afraid of them , welcome them wholeheartedly. Let them come and test you. If you fail, you will simply learn a lot. If you win you will get to know how you won.
#review #fading_betelgues
In today's hustle and bustle we have forgotten the true beauty. We have forgotten what is truly important to us. The humanitarian values of living has waned in our lives.
The nature all around us conspires to inspire us with its each act, it’s just that we aren’t vigilant enough to understand it. We are unable to understand the omens around us. If we were to consider this whole universe, it's bizarre how we are just little beings paving our path to live a life we desire on a tiny blue dot, suspended in an empty space. And yet we all are uniquely different, and that makes our existence in this large universe special. There is nothing in this world which doesn’t have a solution. There is an answer of every why; an answer to every how, all we have to do is explore. Just have a peep around yourself. You will see so much happiness, yea there is sadness a lot of it, if there is wihte, black exists too. The sadness, the setbacks are important, why not? They make us learn so much. Make us push ourselves past our limits. So setbacks and hardships are important. They let us know who is really there for us. So don’t be afraid of them , welcome them wholeheartedly. Let them come and test you. If you fail, you will simply learn a lot. If you win you will get to know how you won.
#review #fading_betelgues
#review
Sunrise
As the sun sets into the sea,
I realise that there is more that I can be;
Not being trapped by the delusions of Life,
Trying to see something, currently out of sight;
As we sail away from the shore,
Embarking a journey towards our core;
Trapped in the waves of our mind,
We fight a world that’s anything but kind;
In search of reality we travel,
But it’s this truth that we unravel;
“Nanak Naam jahaz hai,
Chade so utre paar”
Faith shall sail us through,
Way pass a journey that’s anything but true.
-GS
Sunrise
As the sun sets into the sea,
I realise that there is more that I can be;
Not being trapped by the delusions of Life,
Trying to see something, currently out of sight;
As we sail away from the shore,
Embarking a journey towards our core;
Trapped in the waves of our mind,
We fight a world that’s anything but kind;
In search of reality we travel,
But it’s this truth that we unravel;
“Nanak Naam jahaz hai,
Chade so utre paar”
Faith shall sail us through,
Way pass a journey that’s anything but true.
-GS
#review #poem #love
~MUM~
I held her hand, and she looked at me with awe
I would paint my handprints on every wall I'd know
Spring and autumn, around the changing seasons i grew
She kept me in her arms and all my dreams came true
Kissed my palm, before she sang me to sleep
They say "Nothing lasts forver", but her love was way too deep
I was all grown up, didn't need her help to cross the street,
my friends would all laugh,
as if holding her hand was my greatest defeat
I'd ask her to leave, if anywhere I was near my school,
She asked why, and I told her it doesn't look very cool,
I cared a lot about what "somebody" would say,
but it was her who taught me, that "somebody" was just me
I sat by her side, and our hands are of the same size,
but her knuckles are all pale, and it leaves me with a teary eye
Her fingers would all swell, as the winter air grew cold,
In all these years, she gave her hands too much to hold,
One day, i found those handprints i made when i was two
Wish I could go back, when her hands were the only thing i knew.
~
~MUM~
I held her hand, and she looked at me with awe
I would paint my handprints on every wall I'd know
Spring and autumn, around the changing seasons i grew
She kept me in her arms and all my dreams came true
Kissed my palm, before she sang me to sleep
They say "Nothing lasts forver", but her love was way too deep
I was all grown up, didn't need her help to cross the street,
my friends would all laugh,
as if holding her hand was my greatest defeat
I'd ask her to leave, if anywhere I was near my school,
She asked why, and I told her it doesn't look very cool,
I cared a lot about what "somebody" would say,
but it was her who taught me, that "somebody" was just me
I sat by her side, and our hands are of the same size,
but her knuckles are all pale, and it leaves me with a teary eye
Her fingers would all swell, as the winter air grew cold,
In all these years, she gave her hands too much to hold,
One day, i found those handprints i made when i was two
Wish I could go back, when her hands were the only thing i knew.
~
iwritesometimes 2nov207am#review #poem
~MUM~
I held her hand, and she looked at me with awe
I would paint my handprints on every wall I'd know
Spring and autumn, around the changing seasons i grew
She kept me in her arms and all my dreams came true
Kissed my palm, before she sang me to sleep
They say "Nothing lasts forver", but her love was way too deep
I was all grown up, didn't need her help to cross the street,
my friends would all laugh,
as if holding her hand was my greatest defeat
I'd ask her to leave, if anywhere I was near my school,
She asked why, and I told her it doesn't look very cool,
I cared a lot about what "somebody" would say,
but it was her who taught me, that "somebody" was just me
I sat by her side, and our hands are of the same size,
but her knuckles are all pale, and it leaves me with a teary eye
Her fingers would all swell, as the winter air grew cold,
In all these years, she gave her hands too much to hold,
One day, i found those handprints i made when i was two
Wish I could go back, when her hands were the only thing i knew.
~
~MUM~
I held her hand, and she looked at me with awe
I would paint my handprints on every wall I'd know
Spring and autumn, around the changing seasons i grew
She kept me in her arms and all my dreams came true
Kissed my palm, before she sang me to sleep
They say "Nothing lasts forver", but her love was way too deep
I was all grown up, didn't need her help to cross the street,
my friends would all laugh,
as if holding her hand was my greatest defeat
I'd ask her to leave, if anywhere I was near my school,
She asked why, and I told her it doesn't look very cool,
I cared a lot about what "somebody" would say,
but it was her who taught me, that "somebody" was just me
I sat by her side, and our hands are of the same size,
but her knuckles are all pale, and it leaves me with a teary eye
Her fingers would all swell, as the winter air grew cold,
In all these years, she gave her hands too much to hold,
One day, i found those handprints i made when i was two
Wish I could go back, when her hands were the only thing i knew.
~
iwritesometimes 2nov207am