#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

#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

#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

'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

#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. 

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

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

#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

#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.

~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.

~iwritesometimes 2nov207am

Once I had a school life.......

Once I had a school life,
Where I high fived with nuts,
Who were my knives,
Whom I used as body guards!
None of us knew, its value,
Until corona came, to rescue!
School was high,
And friends were sigh!

Rush to toilet,
Only when bell rings after interval!
Rush to canteen,
Only when we don't feel to sit in class!
Playing stone-paper-scissors,
During Friday noon long breaks!
Are all a mere memory now,
Are all a great missing for now!

As bus comes, all run,
When bus stops far ahead, we run,
When bus stops far behind, we run,
When bus starts all of a sudden,
We hang,
Or bang,
To each others bags or shoulders!
Hearing all sorts of swears and wraths!

As bell rings,
And still we hang around the grills,
Principal or class teacher comes running with sticks,
Shouting, ' why aren't you inside the class,
And we sing in a monotone, ' sorry sir!',
When classmates come and tell with a yell,
Do what you wanna do for teacher is busy as hell,
We jump in happiness to all well!

In between the class when teacher shouts,
' O, you! Is this your bed to sleep?',
The sleeping back bencher stands and points,
At himself and say, 'present sir!',
All laugh at once!
When none do homework,
And teacher ask us to get out,
We go out with a witty smile!

On the day of open houses,
All friends mouths,
'All the best!',
In between math classes,
When teacher gives a break for ten minutes,
To freshen our minds from sleepiness,
We rest our head on our benches,
And immediately fall asleep!

When teacher questions who mocked him,
Everyone points at the ones next to him!
When sir say, we will go play to a silent class,
The entire class becomes violent!
When he says , its holiday from next week,
All clasps,
When in home during holidays,
One asks, why isn't the school opening?!

When teacher distributes the exam papers,
All get ready to copy the answers with staplers!
When he asks her for a date,
She accepts him to leave him soon!
When parties arrive,
All strive,
To get the joy,
To eat the sweety cake!

All these are memories,
Which plays a huge disaster,
In this corona time,
School life is something entirely different,
And school mates are something to never miss for,
School teachers are something to weep for now,
For online classes are a big headache now,
And each want their school life and old memories to be backed up

#review #schoollife #aa

"Be confident to your feeling while your wit is not out it's shape; If is, don't be." -penned by me.

Ill events like bully, break-up, a major fight between two friends is so hard and heavy to deal with. People can’t get over their one person of worth of attention in their life, as well you can’t either. Your brain will advise you to move on. Here you get confused between the wish of your heart and your mind. Even so your heart will keep explaining to you, you love those significant person.

It might feel like you’ll never make it out of the heart-shattering sadness. You will distract yourself and will get far from your emotions. It’ll be a big carelessness that you will not be capable to give yourself time, while there will be bad and good days nearby. Then you will be in possession of someone else and will lose your independence and your freedom as well.

To deal with these problems, first things first don’t stay away from yourself. Keep your brain and yourself noiseless and go against what your mind wills you to think and do. Hand a lot of seconds to yourself and always try to see the good side of things. Reach out to your family. They will love and support you anyhow, no matter.

“You will get, what you are deserved for.” – You have your family with you who stake everything they have, for you. Remember this!

#review #quotes #inspiration

Love of my life
It seems to be
Through you Crystal eyes
You are to see me

Love of my life
I feel you inside me
Getting more close to heart
Everywhere , it's you who I see

Distance is a lot
But not more than my love
The day will come
A long waited love will meet another love.

- Irendu Bhardwaj

#review #poem

#review #Nandinithakar #poem
I was looking
And there it was
Indestructible and flawless
A smile that could
Bring back a smile
I did not utter a word
Yet I was understood
I got my answers
Even if I didn't ask anything
Sometimes there were lies
And sometimes some bitter truths
Suddenly I was told
What was I made of
And what I was looking at
Was silver and erect
I was looking at my own reflection
I was looking at Mirror

#review
#pravika


Winged with hope

Filled with delight

Stars shine brightly

In the clear night sky

I dance with freedom

Not thinking about tomorrow

Listening to my heart and

Breaking all the shackles

To live my amazing dreams

refreshing my tired soul

Ready to find my own voice

To become mentally strong

And filling my new life

With new and bold feelings.

#review
#ishmita


Let them cherish all these memories of the times you led me to believe,
You are the same, you felt this comfortable arrhythmia..
A tell-tale love, perfect for a hopeless man.
And yet let me cherish everything, you felt behind to me.
All the times I was mished that it was the destiny. As you hold the hand of another, not even kiss me goodbye!
Howbeit, I'll treasure it..
Like a fantasy!

#review #prakriti

Eris ( I uploaded this on my blog a few days ago but I was hoping for some critics)

misty eyes like clouds on a rainy day

your breath folded in lavender sheets

I feel like days have passed since we last met

it has only been hours yet

jars of honey mixed with roses

mirthful melodies you hum in my ears

leaving me aching for your touch

while you, my harmony set sail to find love

misty eyes like clouds on a rainy day

your untainted soul running wild

poundage on my soul, remains your uncanny sage

I settle down and wrap my arms around my bleeding body

the monotone of my existence intertwined with colours

rendering me rotten, while you bloom from my ashes

rise to the heaven and release mayhem

afterall Eris, chaos is what makes you
the misty eyes like clouds on a rainy day

are mine.

His heart
Could not take more
Of her love again
And it began
To get spilled
Into his blood vessels
It took over
The control of his hand
Forcing him to write
A poem for her.



#poem #review #AhmadMusa

There lived an ant!....

There lived an ant,
Who wore a pant!,
But lived in a hole,
Made of coal,
Still, all made him into a sand!

#review #aa #limericks #poem #funnypoem

In Orwell's 1984 ... His main character Winston Smith ... Disfigured and disgusted by the food he would routinely consume had asked himself ... Why should one feel it to be intolerable unless one had some kind of ancestral memory that things had once been different? .... Well ... this got me thinking, Is human life unbearable for the individual because of a distant ancestral memory of a far greater truth of what we had once been? Instead of such a disgraceful and deceptive existence, had we truly been in the Garden of Eden? Did pleasure reign at its highest in the time of Adam and Eve? Did an apple cost us such greatness? From consumer trends to so-called relationship goals of today we can agree that our happiness had surely transcended all trade and ideologies of life and relationships. From the present ministries and politics we can also agree that true justice ruled ... For in fact a justice so true, that the single crime committed was all redeemabily forgiven after both the ruler and the ruled as one, conferred to the penalty that was then and always is death.

#review #article #sy

#review #bhumi

Dear dandelions

Oh! Gorgeous golden dandelions,
You make me envious you know;
Needs just a blow of wind,
Traveling as far as you go.

I heard the crowd once
You carry dreams with you,
straight to our loving ones,
So, is that okay, if I believe you too?

How simple and humble,
yet strong and proud.
Enduring all stumbles,
Wheeling forth the clouds.

Oh! how far I wish to go alongside with you,
In a hope to find myself along the way.

Maybe you're just a weed.
Or maybe a seed of belief....