#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!
#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.
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
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
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 #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....
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....
Rain, please Rain,
Come, pour like a train,
Shine, taking away my sin,
Help, making arise my chin.
Shower, the blessings of happiness,
Cover, the disaster of sadness,
Wave, to make my smile grow bigger,
Sigh, to make my sigh more lighter.
Rain, come like a wind,
Rain, go like a hint,
Love, come visit me sometimes,
Dear, to make my mind afresh anytime!
#review #rain #poem #aa
Come, pour like a train,
Shine, taking away my sin,
Help, making arise my chin.
Shower, the blessings of happiness,
Cover, the disaster of sadness,
Wave, to make my smile grow bigger,
Sigh, to make my sigh more lighter.
Rain, come like a wind,
Rain, go like a hint,
Love, come visit me sometimes,
Dear, to make my mind afresh anytime!
#review #rain #poem #aa
It's fine, it's ok for me that my beloved threw me away.
It's great, it's ok for me that I found out my own way.
It's madness, it's ok for him to get me back next day.
I'm always under cover
I never say that I suffer
But he knows he can't find another
So let's play, it's ok that he's mine, I'm his, we pray.
#review #pieceofasong #itsok #thraichard
It's great, it's ok for me that I found out my own way.
It's madness, it's ok for him to get me back next day.
I'm always under cover
I never say that I suffer
But he knows he can't find another
So let's play, it's ok that he's mine, I'm his, we pray.
#review #pieceofasong #itsok #thraichard
"THE TOWN CALLED EMBIL"
Part- 1
What do you think - said Hough a 45 years old watchman of a cemetry in a small town called 'EMBIL,
A bear? - said john a 50 year old grave digger
Have you ever seen a damn bear in your whole life, where would one come from here in this town? - said Hough
Hey i am just saying, i mean what else could do such thing? - said john
What do you say should we allert the authorities? - said Hough
Hell no, i am not losing my job over something like this, i am saving for my retirement, losing the job is the last thing i want to happen - said John in a panick
So.... put it back then - said Hough as he tossed a shovel towards John
But still, what could it be ? - said John as they both stared at the decapitated corpse dragged outside of it's coffin
Let's hope no one opens this coffin as long as we are around - said Hough while dusting his clothes off
Cheers to that - said John as he level the soil around the grave
Oh god have mercy on our poor soul thy we have sinned, let us in your holy arms once again as we plead, amen - John prayed and kissed the cross hanging around his neck
I am telling you man strange things are happening since that strange doctor came into the town, something is very wrong about him - said Hough
You mean the one who wears all black, a black hat hiding his face, a black long coat, black shoes and black gloves, the guy sure is a mystery, but i doubt he has anything to do with this -said John
Mark my words one of these days you will be seeing him running for his life, who knows what kind of black magic is this science, his days are numbered if he keep getting in the way of the church - said Hough as both of them walked away from the grave
The same man they were talking about who wears all black clothes jumped of the tree beside the grave and looked at them as they left he then bends and collected the dirt around the grave in a jar and started walking in the opposite direction while whisteling under the full moon
#review #shortstory
#Einstestine
Part- 1
What do you think - said Hough a 45 years old watchman of a cemetry in a small town called 'EMBIL,
A bear? - said john a 50 year old grave digger
Have you ever seen a damn bear in your whole life, where would one come from here in this town? - said Hough
Hey i am just saying, i mean what else could do such thing? - said john
What do you say should we allert the authorities? - said Hough
Hell no, i am not losing my job over something like this, i am saving for my retirement, losing the job is the last thing i want to happen - said John in a panick
So.... put it back then - said Hough as he tossed a shovel towards John
But still, what could it be ? - said John as they both stared at the decapitated corpse dragged outside of it's coffin
Let's hope no one opens this coffin as long as we are around - said Hough while dusting his clothes off
Cheers to that - said John as he level the soil around the grave
Oh god have mercy on our poor soul thy we have sinned, let us in your holy arms once again as we plead, amen - John prayed and kissed the cross hanging around his neck
I am telling you man strange things are happening since that strange doctor came into the town, something is very wrong about him - said Hough
You mean the one who wears all black, a black hat hiding his face, a black long coat, black shoes and black gloves, the guy sure is a mystery, but i doubt he has anything to do with this -said John
Mark my words one of these days you will be seeing him running for his life, who knows what kind of black magic is this science, his days are numbered if he keep getting in the way of the church - said Hough as both of them walked away from the grave
The same man they were talking about who wears all black clothes jumped of the tree beside the grave and looked at them as they left he then bends and collected the dirt around the grave in a jar and started walking in the opposite direction while whisteling under the full moon
#review #shortstory
#Einstestine
#review
The Underated kid
Quite and beautiful, sitting in a corner.
Rapunzel like hair... Preoccupied in her own thoughts
Billion of dreams encased in her eyes.. she looked like a dreamer
Scolded and compared ... Lento she became a rebel with a pebble.
Glimmer of our eyes again shimmered as time passed by
With her ameliorated skills she is crème de la crème
Again she is Torpid as the crowd doesn't appraise her finesse
Underrated even with all the skills at its best .
Judged by the past , juxtaposed at last.
Oh Lord! Yarn of every second kid .. Underrated and differentiated
Why can't we keep everyone in different slot with their own skills and capabilities
A kid so underrated still embrace his dream to be fulfilled and praised.
The Underated kid
Quite and beautiful, sitting in a corner.
Rapunzel like hair... Preoccupied in her own thoughts
Billion of dreams encased in her eyes.. she looked like a dreamer
Scolded and compared ... Lento she became a rebel with a pebble.
Glimmer of our eyes again shimmered as time passed by
With her ameliorated skills she is crème de la crème
Again she is Torpid as the crowd doesn't appraise her finesse
Underrated even with all the skills at its best .
Judged by the past , juxtaposed at last.
Oh Lord! Yarn of every second kid .. Underrated and differentiated
Why can't we keep everyone in different slot with their own skills and capabilities
A kid so underrated still embrace his dream to be fulfilled and praised.
The underrated kid
#review
Quite and beautiful, sitting in a corner.
Rapunzel like hair... Preoccupied in her own thoughts
Billion of dreams encased in her eyes.. she looked like a dreamer
Scolded and compared ... Lento she became a rebel with a pebble.
Glimmer of our eyes again shimmered as time passed by
With her ameliorated skills she is crème de la crème
Again she is Torpid as the crowd doesn't appraise her finesse
Underrated even with all the skills at its best .
Judged by the past , juxtaposed at last.
Oh Lord! Yarn of every second kid .. Underrated and differentiated
Why can't we keep everyone in different slot with their own skills and capabilities
A kid so underrated still embrace his dream to be fulfilled and praised.
#review
Quite and beautiful, sitting in a corner.
Rapunzel like hair... Preoccupied in her own thoughts
Billion of dreams encased in her eyes.. she looked like a dreamer
Scolded and compared ... Lento she became a rebel with a pebble.
Glimmer of our eyes again shimmered as time passed by
With her ameliorated skills she is crème de la crème
Again she is Torpid as the crowd doesn't appraise her finesse
Underrated even with all the skills at its best .
Judged by the past , juxtaposed at last.
Oh Lord! Yarn of every second kid .. Underrated and differentiated
Why can't we keep everyone in different slot with their own skills and capabilities
A kid so underrated still embrace his dream to be fulfilled and praised.
The Fire Between Us
The texture of your lipstick,
Still shining around my lips.
The traces of your fragrance,
Still dissolving inside my skin.
My eyes rolling around,
Trying to touch your body.
Every cell of my skin ready
To go through that heaven again.
Your smile starting a fire
Burning all my secrets down.
Your hair all unsettled
Shouting warnings in vain.
My fingers taking your consent,
Daring to touch you where you want.
My heart tossing around like a coin,
With a touch of yours, it's gone...
~Abhinav
#review
#wroteforher
The texture of your lipstick,
Still shining around my lips.
The traces of your fragrance,
Still dissolving inside my skin.
My eyes rolling around,
Trying to touch your body.
Every cell of my skin ready
To go through that heaven again.
Your smile starting a fire
Burning all my secrets down.
Your hair all unsettled
Shouting warnings in vain.
My fingers taking your consent,
Daring to touch you where you want.
My heart tossing around like a coin,
With a touch of yours, it's gone...
~Abhinav
#review
#wroteforher
"Don't cry" They say
You will be weak if u say 'Nay'
Be like this and not that.
But I cried today.
I opened that bottle of emotions.
As it was already on verge of breaking
I opened that dam.
Yes I cried today.
"You are a weakling" Said my mom
But I felt stronger mom.
"You are a coward " Said my brother.
But I felt better, as I appreciated myself today,
I appreciated myself because I could endure that all.
"You are unreliable" Said friends.
I feel reliable enough to depend on myself.
So I cried today.
And I didn't feel guilty.
#review #fading_betelgues
You will be weak if u say 'Nay'
Be like this and not that.
But I cried today.
I opened that bottle of emotions.
As it was already on verge of breaking
I opened that dam.
Yes I cried today.
"You are a weakling" Said my mom
But I felt stronger mom.
"You are a coward " Said my brother.
But I felt better, as I appreciated myself today,
I appreciated myself because I could endure that all.
"You are unreliable" Said friends.
I feel reliable enough to depend on myself.
So I cried today.
And I didn't feel guilty.
#review #fading_betelgues
They circled him menacingly
Taunting and kicking him frequently.
He beared it all with great tolerance.
They didn't even passed with a narrow,
Because it was just a baby of sparrow.
All of them just snickered in the back.
Some of them cared , but they were all scaredy cats.
No one defended ,
And looked through the shadow...
As it was just a baby of sparrow.
As it grew bigger everyday,
Reliving the past , remembering it all.
He grew stronger day by day.
Now he stands tall from all.
With an aim in mind and a passion in eyes.
He showed them all ,
As now they bowed,
That he was not just a baby of sparrow.
#review #fading_betelgues
Taunting and kicking him frequently.
He beared it all with great tolerance.
They didn't even passed with a narrow,
Because it was just a baby of sparrow.
All of them just snickered in the back.
Some of them cared , but they were all scaredy cats.
No one defended ,
And looked through the shadow...
As it was just a baby of sparrow.
As it grew bigger everyday,
Reliving the past , remembering it all.
He grew stronger day by day.
Now he stands tall from all.
With an aim in mind and a passion in eyes.
He showed them all ,
As now they bowed,
That he was not just a baby of sparrow.
#review #fading_betelgues
The eyes are full
With tears of past;
The vision is blurry
Of the lips that move fast;
The ears are deaf
For the soft words spoken;
The heart just let in
What hurts it often;
The words then came out,
I am Sorry;
But the other one feels bad
And continues to worry.
None sees the guilt
Which they bear,
Is nothing but
Just a mistake, my dear.
This feud for no reason,
Moves them apart;
They go the other way
To do a new start.
Carrying this burden
Just makes them slow,
Let these bad memories
Vanish with the flow.
Life has to go ahead,
It is just one way.
Send your well wishes
Even if you cannot convey.
Peace be upon everyone...
#review #cc #poem
With tears of past;
The vision is blurry
Of the lips that move fast;
The ears are deaf
For the soft words spoken;
The heart just let in
What hurts it often;
The words then came out,
I am Sorry;
But the other one feels bad
And continues to worry.
None sees the guilt
Which they bear,
Is nothing but
Just a mistake, my dear.
This feud for no reason,
Moves them apart;
They go the other way
To do a new start.
Carrying this burden
Just makes them slow,
Let these bad memories
Vanish with the flow.
Life has to go ahead,
It is just one way.
Send your well wishes
Even if you cannot convey.
Peace be upon everyone...
#review #cc #poem
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 commanding us all is not 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 us to nuts!
They don't care if you bruise.
Oh these society rules.
Some lose their wealth.
Some lose health.
To just 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…
#review #fading_betelgues
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 commanding us all is not 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 us to nuts!
They don't care if you bruise.
Oh these society rules.
Some lose their wealth.
Some lose health.
To just 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…
#review #fading_betelgues
Complexity
People tell me that I'm too simple as I don't wear the clothes which are trending in the current time. Most of the people thought that their Complexity is showcased by their clothes, their character is represented by their clothes by their physique by their face colour. This is the truth which most of the people follow...
For me Complexity is found in a person who don't wear clothes which are trending, who don't discriminate anyone's on the basis of colour , clothes and beauty. The complexity of your character is represented by your soul. Not by your wealth. They are beautiful who have beautiful soul to whom Money or wealth is not a token of representing their character. Representing what you don't have is the worst thing, and showing what you got is also the worst thing but the best thing is appreciating what you are now and being what you are is the Complexity of your soul which can't be compared from anyone else....
I'm what I wanna be, giving my efforts on me to be the best...
#review
People tell me that I'm too simple as I don't wear the clothes which are trending in the current time. Most of the people thought that their Complexity is showcased by their clothes, their character is represented by their clothes by their physique by their face colour. This is the truth which most of the people follow...
For me Complexity is found in a person who don't wear clothes which are trending, who don't discriminate anyone's on the basis of colour , clothes and beauty. The complexity of your character is represented by your soul. Not by your wealth. They are beautiful who have beautiful soul to whom Money or wealth is not a token of representing their character. Representing what you don't have is the worst thing, and showing what you got is also the worst thing but the best thing is appreciating what you are now and being what you are is the Complexity of your soul which can't be compared from anyone else....
I'm what I wanna be, giving my efforts on me to be the best...
#review