#review
Gossamer’s Thread
Dreams, I weave
With gossamer’s thread
Only to see them
Broken and shred
For peace, I yearn
For love, I long
Only to find myself
At a place, I misbelong
Alas, it comes true
The nightmare I dread
I break into pieces
Like gossamer’s thread.
Gossamer’s Thread
Dreams, I weave
With gossamer’s thread
Only to see them
Broken and shred
For peace, I yearn
For love, I long
Only to find myself
At a place, I misbelong
Alas, it comes true
The nightmare I dread
I break into pieces
Like gossamer’s thread.
I wonder sometimes how would it feel to touch the sunshine.
I wonder sometimes how would I feel to face it with smile.
I wonder sometimes what if I opened my cage.
The jail whom I am captive of.
I wonder sometimes, why won't unclench my fists.
And let the ropes slide, which are tieing my wrists.
And here I sit crouched in my own cage.
Captive of my own self.
Just craving the sunshine that's outside.
#review #fading_betelgues
I wonder sometimes how would I feel to face it with smile.
I wonder sometimes what if I opened my cage.
The jail whom I am captive of.
I wonder sometimes, why won't unclench my fists.
And let the ropes slide, which are tieing my wrists.
And here I sit crouched in my own cage.
Captive of my own self.
Just craving the sunshine that's outside.
#review #fading_betelgues
Title :Loneliness
Lonely he is as his dreams lying in the couch,
senses wandering around still're out of touch.
Lonely he is as bare foot hitting the ground,
clouds and sounds whip a glum to walking dead.
Lonely he is as winter morning smoky foggy breaths,
stiffs and stuffs, tricks and trucks so uncleared ends.
Lonely he is as courtroom waiting for a sentence,
lost in the dreams as always looking for repentance.
Lonely he is as his life waiting for a smile,
what he expects and what he gets sugar in the Nile.
#review
Lonely he is as his dreams lying in the couch,
senses wandering around still're out of touch.
Lonely he is as bare foot hitting the ground,
clouds and sounds whip a glum to walking dead.
Lonely he is as winter morning smoky foggy breaths,
stiffs and stuffs, tricks and trucks so uncleared ends.
Lonely he is as courtroom waiting for a sentence,
lost in the dreams as always looking for repentance.
Lonely he is as his life waiting for a smile,
what he expects and what he gets sugar in the Nile.
#review
Souring above the sky
Fulfilling her life.
She soured above the wheat ,
She soured above the paddy.
She soured above the highlands,
She soured above the gardens .
She soured happily, feeling her hair dance,
her freedom , never left her glance .
The abstract nouns of happiness,
The feeling of joys.
She flew when she pleased .
She flew where she pleased .
Her wings gliding and slaying the air.
Her eyes twinkled with joy
And she felt like a floating buoy.
She gasped ! And woke up.
Awakened from her beautiful dream.
Stead if freedom she found herself behind the bars of concrete
What was all this beat ? She thought .
Something warm was on the floor.
Something sticky was in the ground.
Her wings lay far from her reach,
drowned in her own blood,her back was bleached.
Her hair matted with sweat and blood.
Her back bleeded , void of wings.
Then,
there was darkness.
everything was null of light .
When she realised....
She had lost her Flight!!
She had lost her flight...
#review #fadingbetelgues
Fulfilling her life.
She soured above the wheat ,
She soured above the paddy.
She soured above the highlands,
She soured above the gardens .
She soured happily, feeling her hair dance,
her freedom , never left her glance .
The abstract nouns of happiness,
The feeling of joys.
She flew when she pleased .
She flew where she pleased .
Her wings gliding and slaying the air.
Her eyes twinkled with joy
And she felt like a floating buoy.
She gasped ! And woke up.
Awakened from her beautiful dream.
Stead if freedom she found herself behind the bars of concrete
What was all this beat ? She thought .
Something warm was on the floor.
Something sticky was in the ground.
Her wings lay far from her reach,
drowned in her own blood,her back was bleached.
Her hair matted with sweat and blood.
Her back bleeded , void of wings.
Then,
there was darkness.
everything was null of light .
When she realised....
She had lost her Flight!!
She had lost her flight...
#review #fadingbetelgues
Hey Lincoln! Use #review with#(your name) for points! And it's commendable that you are just 13 and wrote this piece!!! Cool!!
just a random thought in rain
Hey Rain..! Rain..! Rain..!
Why don't you come and let me love again.
Break the silence, whisper through the ears,
spritz lyric feelings that I can dream years.
#review
Hey Rain..! Rain..! Rain..!
Why don't you come and let me love again.
Break the silence, whisper through the ears,
spritz lyric feelings that I can dream years.
#review
#review #archionius #HazardR
_____
Robert knew now there was no other option.
It was time to call one of his most trustworthy friends. But he gripped his phone harder. Is this right?
He gazed right through his transparent phone. And then he focussed back to read the number on the diary, one that he knew since the start of time. Over two decades, this phone number was the only familiarity, a friendship that knew no limits.
Robert gasped. Dialled the number and stood up.
“Privet,” said Robert.
A very sensual and bold, fulfilling yet surprised female voice answered on the other end
“Robert?”
“Yes Val,”
“Hmmm,”
They both took a short pause.
“Bad timing?”
“Spare me the formalities Robert,” she said aggressively.
“I’m in a sort of a pickle.”
“Why not? You call me after three years.”
“Angry?”
“That’s not what you want to ask.” Her voice felt like the coldest winters the Siberia had to offer.
Robert refused to be defeated, he uttered, “I would rather—”
“Three years no contact. You abandoned your last job. I had to take responsibility!” She was pretty damn loud.
“You know what went down there,” he said while he combed through his long hair with his fingers.
“What else do you expect me to do?” she raised her voice a little.
“Nobody messes around with the Elites.”
“OK. What do I owe this phone call then?”
“You know what? I shouldn’t have called you.”
“STOP,” she said loudly. “You’d never call me unless you were in a situation.”
Robert gasped again. He held the papers from the letter that had the names, photographs and addresses of the five men appended with only the photograph of the sixth so called ‘victim’.
“Yurina was kidnapped…”
“What?”
“They were five Rebels hitting some spy and Yurina happened to pass by. They were about to kill her as she was the live witness. But I managed to save her. You know how ridiculous she is.”
“And then?”
“I managed to kill four but the fifth one killed himself with poison while I was interrogating him.”
“What do you need me for now?”
“The Chief,” he said. “Joseph wants me to find the real names and locations of those spiritless.”
“This is hilarious!” She shouted. “What am I to you Robert?”
“The person I trust the most.”
“Is this some kind of a stupid game to you?”
“All my contacts are lost after the Mafia came back. I don’t have a magic stick to just enchant and get myself some wood.”
“Yes you do, but you used it to fuck your way through the military without ever thinking about me.” The look on her face was really messed up and disappointed.
“The Elites had a sniff on this. They’re going to hit us hard if I don’t get a thing. Both the Chief and I will be on their aim if we don’t provide a report.” Robert clenched his fist tightly and dabbed his forehead with it.
“What do the Elites have to so with all this?”
“They always talk about some huge breach. In April all in Black one will be roaming everywhere like ants. And I don’t want to lose the influence on the MPCG.”
“I don’t do the old jobs anymore Robert.”
“Val, I know you will.”
“Suka! (Bitch)” she said. For Robert, her voice, even if it was angry and disappointed, was still as sweet and reassuring as it was a decade and a half ago.
The two waited for each other to reply on the phone for a few moments. Valentina was holding on to an old photograph.
“Do you remember our days Val?”
Valentina took a few heavy breaths.
“Don’t do this!” she said loudly.
“VALENTINA! PLEASE…”
This almost swayed Valentina. The last word pierced her like a bayonet. This was the first time. Why me? Especially after everything that happened between us. She started feeling breathless and nervousness took over her.
“I’ll think about it,” saying this she hung up the phone.
Robert also reached out to a huge box under his bed. It had all the military uniforms wrapped in transparent sheets. And under all that another box. The box had a handful of shielded physical drives. And a photograph.
It was the same one.
The photograph with the two standing close together.
Smiling without a worry in the world.
____
_____
Robert knew now there was no other option.
It was time to call one of his most trustworthy friends. But he gripped his phone harder. Is this right?
He gazed right through his transparent phone. And then he focussed back to read the number on the diary, one that he knew since the start of time. Over two decades, this phone number was the only familiarity, a friendship that knew no limits.
Robert gasped. Dialled the number and stood up.
“Privet,” said Robert.
A very sensual and bold, fulfilling yet surprised female voice answered on the other end
“Robert?”
“Yes Val,”
“Hmmm,”
They both took a short pause.
“Bad timing?”
“Spare me the formalities Robert,” she said aggressively.
“I’m in a sort of a pickle.”
“Why not? You call me after three years.”
“Angry?”
“That’s not what you want to ask.” Her voice felt like the coldest winters the Siberia had to offer.
Robert refused to be defeated, he uttered, “I would rather—”
“Three years no contact. You abandoned your last job. I had to take responsibility!” She was pretty damn loud.
“You know what went down there,” he said while he combed through his long hair with his fingers.
“What else do you expect me to do?” she raised her voice a little.
“Nobody messes around with the Elites.”
“OK. What do I owe this phone call then?”
“You know what? I shouldn’t have called you.”
“STOP,” she said loudly. “You’d never call me unless you were in a situation.”
Robert gasped again. He held the papers from the letter that had the names, photographs and addresses of the five men appended with only the photograph of the sixth so called ‘victim’.
“Yurina was kidnapped…”
“What?”
“They were five Rebels hitting some spy and Yurina happened to pass by. They were about to kill her as she was the live witness. But I managed to save her. You know how ridiculous she is.”
“And then?”
“I managed to kill four but the fifth one killed himself with poison while I was interrogating him.”
“What do you need me for now?”
“The Chief,” he said. “Joseph wants me to find the real names and locations of those spiritless.”
“This is hilarious!” She shouted. “What am I to you Robert?”
“The person I trust the most.”
“Is this some kind of a stupid game to you?”
“All my contacts are lost after the Mafia came back. I don’t have a magic stick to just enchant and get myself some wood.”
“Yes you do, but you used it to fuck your way through the military without ever thinking about me.” The look on her face was really messed up and disappointed.
“The Elites had a sniff on this. They’re going to hit us hard if I don’t get a thing. Both the Chief and I will be on their aim if we don’t provide a report.” Robert clenched his fist tightly and dabbed his forehead with it.
“What do the Elites have to so with all this?”
“They always talk about some huge breach. In April all in Black one will be roaming everywhere like ants. And I don’t want to lose the influence on the MPCG.”
“I don’t do the old jobs anymore Robert.”
“Val, I know you will.”
“Suka! (Bitch)” she said. For Robert, her voice, even if it was angry and disappointed, was still as sweet and reassuring as it was a decade and a half ago.
The two waited for each other to reply on the phone for a few moments. Valentina was holding on to an old photograph.
“Do you remember our days Val?”
Valentina took a few heavy breaths.
“Don’t do this!” she said loudly.
“VALENTINA! PLEASE…”
This almost swayed Valentina. The last word pierced her like a bayonet. This was the first time. Why me? Especially after everything that happened between us. She started feeling breathless and nervousness took over her.
“I’ll think about it,” saying this she hung up the phone.
Robert also reached out to a huge box under his bed. It had all the military uniforms wrapped in transparent sheets. And under all that another box. The box had a handful of shielded physical drives. And a photograph.
It was the same one.
The photograph with the two standing close together.
Smiling without a worry in the world.
____
Since I would rot
By staying for long
In the room
And you'd dry up
By roaming about
In the sun
Since my spine
Is strong and can bear
The pound of the rain
And your skin
Is soft, capable of giving
Peace and warmth
Instead to lose
Ourselves competing in
What the other should do
Shouldn't we bind together
And be one
Like the tree?
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
By staying for long
In the room
And you'd dry up
By roaming about
In the sun
Since my spine
Is strong and can bear
The pound of the rain
And your skin
Is soft, capable of giving
Peace and warmth
Instead to lose
Ourselves competing in
What the other should do
Shouldn't we bind together
And be one
Like the tree?
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
A reminder
I have not written in a while
So I think I should drop this for you.
A reminder of who we really are
In this chaotic dream.
Where we fight to build
what is true and we see green.
To achieve love for one another
In the Brotherhood that we seek.
#review #shortpoem #oba
I have not written in a while
So I think I should drop this for you.
A reminder of who we really are
In this chaotic dream.
Where we fight to build
what is true and we see green.
To achieve love for one another
In the Brotherhood that we seek.
#review #shortpoem #oba
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
LIFE IN A TRIANGLE
The perfect shape.
Three sides, three points.
Three straight lines, three paths,
Which united, they point
Three ways, but
One single end.
Draw the space and
Narrow it down in the
Triad of time.
Be in the deph of the past or
The width of life,
Death depends on height and
Greatness of unity, which
Defines the core.
Between heaven and earth,
The sea is the movement of life.
That finds meaning in
The simplicity of nature.
In the deepest of beings.
Their perfect void.
LIFE IN A TRIANGLE
The perfect shape.
Three sides, three points.
Three straight lines, three paths,
Which united, they point
Three ways, but
One single end.
Draw the space and
Narrow it down in the
Triad of time.
Be in the deph of the past or
The width of life,
Death depends on height and
Greatness of unity, which
Defines the core.
Between heaven and earth,
The sea is the movement of life.
That finds meaning in
The simplicity of nature.
In the deepest of beings.
Their perfect void.
#review #aa #article
TRUTH ABOUT A CANDLE LIGHT
All living beings light candles to recieve light from it or as a part of any rituals. But, mostly in earlier times, people tend to light candles when there is no light available. The yellow light from the candle leads you when you are in dark, helps you read your textbooks when electricity is out and give you warmth. But when current is back, everyone blows out their candles. When there is electricity, no one uses candles. When wind arrives, candles automatically shuts out. What I intend to say is candles are like our trust. We lose it as soon as we earn it. But it stays stagnant for a certain period of time, between the losing and earning. That short moment is what makes the difference. When someone betrays you, your trust in him is gone. When he is always with you in all journeys of your life, you trust him. Trust is like a candle. Keep it on and off. Do not trust everyone you see. Give them some distance, know them well and then trust them.
TRUTH ABOUT A CANDLE LIGHT
All living beings light candles to recieve light from it or as a part of any rituals. But, mostly in earlier times, people tend to light candles when there is no light available. The yellow light from the candle leads you when you are in dark, helps you read your textbooks when electricity is out and give you warmth. But when current is back, everyone blows out their candles. When there is electricity, no one uses candles. When wind arrives, candles automatically shuts out. What I intend to say is candles are like our trust. We lose it as soon as we earn it. But it stays stagnant for a certain period of time, between the losing and earning. That short moment is what makes the difference. When someone betrays you, your trust in him is gone. When he is always with you in all journeys of your life, you trust him. Trust is like a candle. Keep it on and off. Do not trust everyone you see. Give them some distance, know them well and then trust them.
#review #cc
What's done is done
I slowly squint my eyes quite a few times before opening them widely. Haa! I can finally see clearly. The satisfaction of a 'no longer blurry' vision lasts a few seconds before I take in what is in front of me. To be more precise, what is above me.
A white ceiling. Completely white!!
It is not even a ceiling, I conclude this after a while. It is just pure whiteness up above there. Now that I come to think of it, is it possible that everything else is...
Yes!! My speculation is at point. Getting up and looking around I find myself amidst all that is white, boundless and speckless. Bewildered and puzzled, I stagger forward in a daze. What am I to do here?
As I keep walking ahead, I spot a tiny mass of black heading towards where I am. A little bit later and upon a closer inspection, a black fat scorpion is what I see. The first of another being in this White. It sends a sense of relief. Another life. There must be more then.
The scorpion stops some distance away from me. It stays there, unmoving. Even I settle down and stare at It. I am glad to have something to look at other than the White.
But after hours, or so I think, of being idle, the initial intrigue wears down. I am tired and so I swing my hands back and forth. My mind is fidgety - What if the scorpion wasn't here? What if I hit it? What havoc can a tiny mound of four inches wreak on a man of six foot?
Somewhat casually I bang the spot just near the scorpion. It crawls away frantically until it turns into a dot. I rejoice my supremacy and chuckle at It. Damn the scorpion was cute. Poor thing!
I lie down again. Not being able to find a way out, I choose to wait, to wait until I wake up again.
"Aaaah" I roar in agony as my toe suddenly starts to sting. A violent sting, the one that spreads so fast. Hurrying I pick up my foot to find a minuscule puncture and much to my horror It is sitting right beside me!!
Words of profanity leave my mouth as I try to smash the life out of It. "F**k" I curse myself as I realize my mistake of hitting It barefoot. Both of my legs are now an aching mess. Tears spill out of my eyes. My feet get stiff. As I mourn over my pain, the bloody scorpion bites me again. That f****r. I let out a loud cry while trying to drag myself away from It.
With whatever power I have I try to run, frantically I move, try to move but i stumble just as my legs give in. The onset of my paralyzing state causes me to shout more and more, ear- splitting screams. It bites me all along, stinging my entire body.At last in my hoarse voice I plead It to stop, to save me.
Alas what's done is done...
What's done is done
I slowly squint my eyes quite a few times before opening them widely. Haa! I can finally see clearly. The satisfaction of a 'no longer blurry' vision lasts a few seconds before I take in what is in front of me. To be more precise, what is above me.
A white ceiling. Completely white!!
It is not even a ceiling, I conclude this after a while. It is just pure whiteness up above there. Now that I come to think of it, is it possible that everything else is...
Yes!! My speculation is at point. Getting up and looking around I find myself amidst all that is white, boundless and speckless. Bewildered and puzzled, I stagger forward in a daze. What am I to do here?
As I keep walking ahead, I spot a tiny mass of black heading towards where I am. A little bit later and upon a closer inspection, a black fat scorpion is what I see. The first of another being in this White. It sends a sense of relief. Another life. There must be more then.
The scorpion stops some distance away from me. It stays there, unmoving. Even I settle down and stare at It. I am glad to have something to look at other than the White.
But after hours, or so I think, of being idle, the initial intrigue wears down. I am tired and so I swing my hands back and forth. My mind is fidgety - What if the scorpion wasn't here? What if I hit it? What havoc can a tiny mound of four inches wreak on a man of six foot?
Somewhat casually I bang the spot just near the scorpion. It crawls away frantically until it turns into a dot. I rejoice my supremacy and chuckle at It. Damn the scorpion was cute. Poor thing!
I lie down again. Not being able to find a way out, I choose to wait, to wait until I wake up again.
"Aaaah" I roar in agony as my toe suddenly starts to sting. A violent sting, the one that spreads so fast. Hurrying I pick up my foot to find a minuscule puncture and much to my horror It is sitting right beside me!!
Words of profanity leave my mouth as I try to smash the life out of It. "F**k" I curse myself as I realize my mistake of hitting It barefoot. Both of my legs are now an aching mess. Tears spill out of my eyes. My feet get stiff. As I mourn over my pain, the bloody scorpion bites me again. That f****r. I let out a loud cry while trying to drag myself away from It.
With whatever power I have I try to run, frantically I move, try to move but i stumble just as my legs give in. The onset of my paralyzing state causes me to shout more and more, ear- splitting screams. It bites me all along, stinging my entire body.At last in my hoarse voice I plead It to stop, to save me.
Alas what's done is done...
"A TALE TO THE ENDS"
Part-1
A god, i was born a god with the right to rule. To take, to own the existence. But i was betrayed by my own family, when they realised my godhood their feeble human minds could'nt comprehend the greatness they have been bestowed by and the fear took over them and they locked away my powers with their magic. They made these powerful keys to lock away all 5 of my powers and forcefully changed me into a human.'Now what i want you to tell me is, what you know about those keys old man' - said Amon while cleaning his gun
That's just a folklore - said an old shopkeeper sitting beside his desk shaking
Yeah i wished too, now tell me - said Amon as he shoots a glass jar beside the old man
Wait!, i remembered something - said old man as he grabbed his heart in fear
See, the method works, now bark - said Amon pointing gun at the old man
I know nothing about the keys you are talking about but there is something, this poem i heard from my father about some locked demon and his never ending lust for the keys to his cage
Interesting..., let's hear it - said Amon as he puts away the gun and sat on the chair
"The cursed child of demon
Born in a far land
The wise family of mages
Did'nt knew what nightmare was ahead
The child killed the kind king
And took his crown
melted the humans
With a tilted frown
5 fingeres when pointed
At the demon
He lost all his evil
Caged by the mages
And forced back to devil
Mages will always protect you
But evil still lingers in the trees
No matter how much time would past
But lustful demon should never find the keys"
If the fingers of mages in the poem are these keys you talk about then it is said that 3 keys were to be protected by mages, the demon child's father his mother and younger brother, while the 4th key is said to be taken back by elves who made them and the last key was thrown away in the deep ocean never to be found again- said old man
That's all i know through the folktale my father told me - said old man
Hmm i know what i have to do now, but for you old man you need to go - Amon points the gun at him
I knew you would'nt let me go, i just needed sometime to accept my fate but remember this you are nothing more than a pest who slipped through the god's hand and fell on the earth - said old man staring in Amon's eye
Amon took his face near the old man's ear and said 'No i didn't slip, i teard off the god's hand and descended upon the earth then he shot the old man in the face and left.
#review #shortstory
#Einstestine
Part-1
A god, i was born a god with the right to rule. To take, to own the existence. But i was betrayed by my own family, when they realised my godhood their feeble human minds could'nt comprehend the greatness they have been bestowed by and the fear took over them and they locked away my powers with their magic. They made these powerful keys to lock away all 5 of my powers and forcefully changed me into a human.'Now what i want you to tell me is, what you know about those keys old man' - said Amon while cleaning his gun
That's just a folklore - said an old shopkeeper sitting beside his desk shaking
Yeah i wished too, now tell me - said Amon as he shoots a glass jar beside the old man
Wait!, i remembered something - said old man as he grabbed his heart in fear
See, the method works, now bark - said Amon pointing gun at the old man
I know nothing about the keys you are talking about but there is something, this poem i heard from my father about some locked demon and his never ending lust for the keys to his cage
Interesting..., let's hear it - said Amon as he puts away the gun and sat on the chair
"The cursed child of demon
Born in a far land
The wise family of mages
Did'nt knew what nightmare was ahead
The child killed the kind king
And took his crown
melted the humans
With a tilted frown
5 fingeres when pointed
At the demon
He lost all his evil
Caged by the mages
And forced back to devil
Mages will always protect you
But evil still lingers in the trees
No matter how much time would past
But lustful demon should never find the keys"
If the fingers of mages in the poem are these keys you talk about then it is said that 3 keys were to be protected by mages, the demon child's father his mother and younger brother, while the 4th key is said to be taken back by elves who made them and the last key was thrown away in the deep ocean never to be found again- said old man
That's all i know through the folktale my father told me - said old man
Hmm i know what i have to do now, but for you old man you need to go - Amon points the gun at him
I knew you would'nt let me go, i just needed sometime to accept my fate but remember this you are nothing more than a pest who slipped through the god's hand and fell on the earth - said old man staring in Amon's eye
Amon took his face near the old man's ear and said 'No i didn't slip, i teard off the god's hand and descended upon the earth then he shot the old man in the face and left.
#review #shortstory
#Einstestine
#review #cc #poem
She is an angel,
Made of porcelain, all delicate.
You have her, you have a worthy fate.
He is a devil,
Made up of Iron, most tensile.
You have him, you are docile.
She has her guards up high,
Blocking the world and being alone.
Hits and blows, to which She is prone.
He has his claws out there,
Mingles with all, eyes on the loner.
Preying on, his forte; Tricking, his manner.
She lets you in
To her castle, made of glass.
Tread carefully, make not a ruckus.
He cajoles you
Into his Manor, carved from Stone.
Bewitched, you go on; unaware of the Unknown.
She is charming;
Her aura overpowering some,
Subtly affected are some.
He is mysterious.
His disguise stupefies the best.
Be alert, gather not at his behest.
She tells you secrets,
Known to none, close to her heart.
Believes you to keep them, zipped and shut.
He spews lies,
Myths and rumours, flying around.
You believe him, not the Sane sound.
She speaks to you
of Throes and Pains,
of Joys and Rains.
He incites false fear.
Asks you to fight the wrong one
Asks you not to stop, until all is gone.
She lends you a Gift,
a piece of Her soul, willingly.
For you to cherish it lovingly.
He coerces you to accept
a piece of His darkness.
For you to invade your own happiness.
The Angel and The Devil
Beckon You.
Your answer to them
Is still Due.
One calls for Truth
Other calls for Lies.
One, full of immense peace
Other, to be a restless Spy.
Decide for your
Own Destiny...
You want the shine of Life
Or to be under the Death's scrutiny.
So what are you...
Trustworthy or Treacherous?
She is an angel,
Made of porcelain, all delicate.
You have her, you have a worthy fate.
He is a devil,
Made up of Iron, most tensile.
You have him, you are docile.
She has her guards up high,
Blocking the world and being alone.
Hits and blows, to which She is prone.
He has his claws out there,
Mingles with all, eyes on the loner.
Preying on, his forte; Tricking, his manner.
She lets you in
To her castle, made of glass.
Tread carefully, make not a ruckus.
He cajoles you
Into his Manor, carved from Stone.
Bewitched, you go on; unaware of the Unknown.
She is charming;
Her aura overpowering some,
Subtly affected are some.
He is mysterious.
His disguise stupefies the best.
Be alert, gather not at his behest.
She tells you secrets,
Known to none, close to her heart.
Believes you to keep them, zipped and shut.
He spews lies,
Myths and rumours, flying around.
You believe him, not the Sane sound.
She speaks to you
of Throes and Pains,
of Joys and Rains.
He incites false fear.
Asks you to fight the wrong one
Asks you not to stop, until all is gone.
She lends you a Gift,
a piece of Her soul, willingly.
For you to cherish it lovingly.
He coerces you to accept
a piece of His darkness.
For you to invade your own happiness.
The Angel and The Devil
Beckon You.
Your answer to them
Is still Due.
One calls for Truth
Other calls for Lies.
One, full of immense peace
Other, to be a restless Spy.
Decide for your
Own Destiny...
You want the shine of Life
Or to be under the Death's scrutiny.
So what are you...
Trustworthy or Treacherous?
What will you do?
What will you
Do next?
- The question
We are asked
Everyday, everytime.
And the question
We won't
Cease to reply to.
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
What will you
Do next?
- The question
We are asked
Everyday, everytime.
And the question
We won't
Cease to reply to.
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
#yourreview. Intriguing topic. Nicely written. You are showing more than telling, which is a good thing. Some suggestions, used flushed in place of filled in the first line. Try to make the sentences succint, yet more effective. Keep them short too. A suggestion if you like, Walking alone in the winter night, through the flushed roads under the street light, I pulled my wooly hat down and collars up. My heart and feet stopped as something warm brushed past my face, fluttering towards the woods. I brought my hand up as I watched first in horror, a flying...elf. On second look I realised it was a fairy.
But to be honest I really liked the concept. Build a story upon it.
Keep writing. 👍🙂
But to be honest I really liked the concept. Build a story upon it.
Keep writing. 👍🙂
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
LIFE IN A TRIANGLE
The perfect shape.
Three sides, three points.
Three straight lines, three paths,
Which united, they point
Three ways, but
One single end.
Draw the space and
Narrow it down in the
Triad of time.
Be in the deph of the past or
The width of life,
Death depends on height and
Greatness of unity, which
Defines the core.
Between heaven and earth,
The sea is the movement of life.
That finds meaning in
The simplicity of nature.
In the deepest of beings.
Their perfect void.
LIFE IN A TRIANGLE
The perfect shape.
Three sides, three points.
Three straight lines, three paths,
Which united, they point
Three ways, but
One single end.
Draw the space and
Narrow it down in the
Triad of time.
Be in the deph of the past or
The width of life,
Death depends on height and
Greatness of unity, which
Defines the core.
Between heaven and earth,
The sea is the movement of life.
That finds meaning in
The simplicity of nature.
In the deepest of beings.
Their perfect void.
#review #rks #poetry
Title : Fake Love.
World's love is getting changed.
It's sympathy is turning torn,
giving pain.
Life seems fake.Love seems fake.
Treachery is everywhere. Infatuation is in it's wake.
Everywhere love is getting betrayed.
It's new form is on the way,
which wants lust. Fidelity is it's slay.
Salacity is culminating,
naivety is degrading.
People get bored of Romeos and Ranjhas now.
"One night stands" and "Friends with benefits" are trending now.
Epic love stories are at it's end.
For us, do we really unlock a world where there is no trust and bond?
Title : Fake Love.
World's love is getting changed.
It's sympathy is turning torn,
giving pain.
Life seems fake.Love seems fake.
Treachery is everywhere. Infatuation is in it's wake.
Everywhere love is getting betrayed.
It's new form is on the way,
which wants lust. Fidelity is it's slay.
Salacity is culminating,
naivety is degrading.
People get bored of Romeos and Ranjhas now.
"One night stands" and "Friends with benefits" are trending now.
Epic love stories are at it's end.
For us, do we really unlock a world where there is no trust and bond?