#review
Life Is a Choice.
To make Nothing Out of everything
or
To Make Everything Out of Nothing.
Live Happy Life
Lead Happy Life
Spread Happy Life.
Life Is a Choice.
To make Nothing Out of everything
or
To Make Everything Out of Nothing.
Live Happy Life
Lead Happy Life
Spread Happy Life.
Title: A toast
Upon the mount of earth
The Olympian birth
Awaits his deed & will in proper tense
You shall cycle and the cogs will open
New tuning and potions brewing
This is not good news at all
Golden gods are those that fall
I've given it all rams and fleece
Rotten secrets and molded cheeses
Goats and screaming monkeys
Money and monks hiding
Certainly the mountain can't topple
If its tumbled in sugar and sweet fat
Just as those rats had split the bounty
Fifty shifty ones going to eat swords
We've offered them the silky rewards
The divine shall devour the best parts
And oh we shall
And oh we have
And the feast is hardly one for a beast
But these kin can't be sated in basking
Bowls and plates are getting worn
Their hiding their faces behind glasses
Filled with my bloody miscarriages
An affair of the fates in fair fare
To afford a marriages formal offering
Shall my son take the throne
The throne shall not exist again
Shall I give him the Roman roam
This can all recede back into sea foam
Shall my son take my life
Life shall be taken from definition
We've grown wide and wise
Generations of wine to hold pride
Raise yourself to the sky
Uranus missing you
Let grandma give you a kiss
It will end that kind kin of sickness
You'll see
The gods decree
*Heavy inspiration from Greek antiquity.
#jmhs #review #poetry
Upon the mount of earth
The Olympian birth
Awaits his deed & will in proper tense
You shall cycle and the cogs will open
New tuning and potions brewing
This is not good news at all
Golden gods are those that fall
I've given it all rams and fleece
Rotten secrets and molded cheeses
Goats and screaming monkeys
Money and monks hiding
Certainly the mountain can't topple
If its tumbled in sugar and sweet fat
Just as those rats had split the bounty
Fifty shifty ones going to eat swords
We've offered them the silky rewards
The divine shall devour the best parts
And oh we shall
And oh we have
And the feast is hardly one for a beast
But these kin can't be sated in basking
Bowls and plates are getting worn
Their hiding their faces behind glasses
Filled with my bloody miscarriages
An affair of the fates in fair fare
To afford a marriages formal offering
Shall my son take the throne
The throne shall not exist again
Shall I give him the Roman roam
This can all recede back into sea foam
Shall my son take my life
Life shall be taken from definition
We've grown wide and wise
Generations of wine to hold pride
Raise yourself to the sky
Uranus missing you
Let grandma give you a kiss
It will end that kind kin of sickness
You'll see
The gods decree
*Heavy inspiration from Greek antiquity.
#jmhs #review #poetry
Title: ____(suggestions?)
The advent of advanced advertising
Advocating the almighty apex of being
We here now are the best
The rest is passed and less
Present only in the past tense
Living through vicarious senses
Our caricatures and characters
Dying in architectures of the identified
#poetry #review #jmhs
The advent of advanced advertising
Advocating the almighty apex of being
We here now are the best
The rest is passed and less
Present only in the past tense
Living through vicarious senses
Our caricatures and characters
Dying in architectures of the identified
#poetry #review #jmhs
#review #tony #poetry A Letter to My Ex
My dear ex,
You still look the same.
Every time I see you
My heart feels the same,
Brain bro scolds me badly
But still doing that same mistake.
Please tell me what to do,
For forget your face.
Walking alone on the street
Missing your warm hands,
Looking at the mirror
Crying for your smiley face,
A lots of people
Failed to give happiness,
Don’t know how to live
Rest of my life, like this.
When you were alone
I pulled your hand,
Didn’t knew you then
Still gave my heart,
Wished to love you
All my life,
But we ended that right
For those futile prides.
Your lovely memories
Piecing me off every night,
Every morning just gives me
Regret to rewind the time.
No matter how much I try
Or how far I could go,
In the end
You will never come.
Forgiving ‘me’
I know is a harder fight,
But my mistake
Wasn’t that big crime.
I got angry
And you just gone,
Was there even love
Or you just made it for fun.
My dear ex,
You still look the same.
Every time I see you
My heart feels the same,
Brain bro scolds me badly
But still doing that same mistake.
Please tell me what to do,
For forget your face.
Walking alone on the street
Missing your warm hands,
Looking at the mirror
Crying for your smiley face,
A lots of people
Failed to give happiness,
Don’t know how to live
Rest of my life, like this.
When you were alone
I pulled your hand,
Didn’t knew you then
Still gave my heart,
Wished to love you
All my life,
But we ended that right
For those futile prides.
Your lovely memories
Piecing me off every night,
Every morning just gives me
Regret to rewind the time.
No matter how much I try
Or how far I could go,
In the end
You will never come.
Forgiving ‘me’
I know is a harder fight,
But my mistake
Wasn’t that big crime.
I got angry
And you just gone,
Was there even love
Or you just made it for fun.
#review#review #sm#sm #opentosuggestions#opentosuggestions
TEARS
Have you ever wandered about the dew drops,
The dew that falls down from your beautiful eyes,
The drop that clears all your fears from the face.
That very drop
Is not because you are surrounded by too many,
But rather there is no one to spare for any.
That drop trying to hide from outside world,
Is not afraid of people seeing it flowing down,
But because it doesn't want to show up for people who value it down.
Let me tell you a story of it.
Deep inside a cave,
There was drop ready to rage.
No matter how many times he fell,
That drop never came up of the well.
No wounds, no stranger, no storm
could boil the water for steam.
Yet there came a girl,
Just beautiful as a pearl.
They passed time together,
For which she gifted him a watch to remember.
One fine day, she vanished in front of him,
He was all blank, but had a whim.
To turn it real,
He went to that very same well.
Water reaching the top of it,
Not a blink, but thinking to forfeit.
In that midst of black cloud
People taunted him for getting out.
No architect showed up, no dams built,
All fishes swimming now full of guilt.
The lake got dried,
His subconscious got bribed.
That river did not flow again,
But the clouds cried and the boy in vain.
Now people trying to dig the lake with a shovel,
sharpened up with disguise, dishonest flannel.
The owner still in search of the fate,
To find that same pearl that would close the gate.
Looking it up with moments they had spent,
That whose key could never be found again.
TEARS
Have you ever wandered about the dew drops,
The dew that falls down from your beautiful eyes,
The drop that clears all your fears from the face.
That very drop
Is not because you are surrounded by too many,
But rather there is no one to spare for any.
That drop trying to hide from outside world,
Is not afraid of people seeing it flowing down,
But because it doesn't want to show up for people who value it down.
Let me tell you a story of it.
Deep inside a cave,
There was drop ready to rage.
No matter how many times he fell,
That drop never came up of the well.
No wounds, no stranger, no storm
could boil the water for steam.
Yet there came a girl,
Just beautiful as a pearl.
They passed time together,
For which she gifted him a watch to remember.
One fine day, she vanished in front of him,
He was all blank, but had a whim.
To turn it real,
He went to that very same well.
Water reaching the top of it,
Not a blink, but thinking to forfeit.
In that midst of black cloud
People taunted him for getting out.
No architect showed up, no dams built,
All fishes swimming now full of guilt.
The lake got dried,
His subconscious got bribed.
That river did not flow again,
But the clouds cried and the boy in vain.
Now people trying to dig the lake with a shovel,
sharpened up with disguise, dishonest flannel.
The owner still in search of the fate,
To find that same pearl that would close the gate.
Looking it up with moments they had spent,
That whose key could never be found again.
#review#review #sm#sm #poetry#poetry
TEARS
Have you ever wandered about the dew drops,
The dew that falls down from your beautiful eyes,
The drop that clears all your fears from the face.
That very drop
Is not because you are surrounded by too many,
But rather there is no one to spare for any.
That drop trying to hide from outside world,
Is not afraid of people seeing it flowing down,
But because it doesn't want to show up for people who value it down.
Let me tell you a story of it.
Deep inside a cave,
There was drop ready to rage.
No matter how many times he fell,
That drop never came up of the well.
No wounds, no stranger, no storm
could boil the water for steam.
Yet there came a girl,
Just beautiful as a pearl.
They passed time together,
For which she gifted him a watch to remember.
One fine day, she vanished in front of him,
He was all blank, but had a whim.
To turn it real,
He went to that very same well.
Water reaching the top of it,
Not a blink, but thinking to forfeit.
In that midst of black cloud
People taunted him for getting out.
No architect showed up, no dams built,
All fishes swimming now full of guilt.
The lake got dried,
His subconscious got bribed.
That river did not flow again,
But the clouds cried and the boy in vain.
Now people trying to dig the lake with a shovel,
sharpened up with disguise, dishonest flannel.
The owner still in search of the fate,
To find that same pearl that would close the gate.
Looking it up with moments they had spent,
That whose key could never be found again.
TEARS
Have you ever wandered about the dew drops,
The dew that falls down from your beautiful eyes,
The drop that clears all your fears from the face.
That very drop
Is not because you are surrounded by too many,
But rather there is no one to spare for any.
That drop trying to hide from outside world,
Is not afraid of people seeing it flowing down,
But because it doesn't want to show up for people who value it down.
Let me tell you a story of it.
Deep inside a cave,
There was drop ready to rage.
No matter how many times he fell,
That drop never came up of the well.
No wounds, no stranger, no storm
could boil the water for steam.
Yet there came a girl,
Just beautiful as a pearl.
They passed time together,
For which she gifted him a watch to remember.
One fine day, she vanished in front of him,
He was all blank, but had a whim.
To turn it real,
He went to that very same well.
Water reaching the top of it,
Not a blink, but thinking to forfeit.
In that midst of black cloud
People taunted him for getting out.
No architect showed up, no dams built,
All fishes swimming now full of guilt.
The lake got dried,
His subconscious got bribed.
That river did not flow again,
But the clouds cried and the boy in vain.
Now people trying to dig the lake with a shovel,
sharpened up with disguise, dishonest flannel.
The owner still in search of the fate,
To find that same pearl that would close the gate.
Looking it up with moments they had spent,
That whose key could never be found again.
#review #aa #poetry #death
Awaits every minute...
The grim reaper
Awaits at each ones threshold
For that person to open the door,
His list of names
Is what defines ones today or tomorrow
In a world of busy-busies,
He knocks off one
Stealing his soul and breath
Taking to the world of darkness and reality,
Tomorrow maybe you in his list
Today maybe I in his list
Wait for his arrival as a guest in disguise,
Only the good deeds we committed
Can help us through that deadline
But cannot let us escape his hold!
Awaits every minute...
The grim reaper
Awaits at each ones threshold
For that person to open the door,
His list of names
Is what defines ones today or tomorrow
In a world of busy-busies,
He knocks off one
Stealing his soul and breath
Taking to the world of darkness and reality,
Tomorrow maybe you in his list
Today maybe I in his list
Wait for his arrival as a guest in disguise,
Only the good deeds we committed
Can help us through that deadline
But cannot let us escape his hold!
Title : Childhood.
Remembrance of childhood scares or elates me together. .
Scares for the fact i was alone, in acquaintance a nether..
Elates for the fact i had smiling days and none for bother..
Faint nostalgic hold me rooted forever...
The root of sacrament , and the ideas of heather...
To be a civil lady defined as polite earlier..
Fettered by ropes of expectations and couther...
Combinedly creating compulsion and pressure . ..
Hoping a day ahead without this torture. .
Which could make my heart propel along pleasure. .
#rks #poetry #review .
Remembrance of childhood scares or elates me together. .
Scares for the fact i was alone, in acquaintance a nether..
Elates for the fact i had smiling days and none for bother..
Faint nostalgic hold me rooted forever...
The root of sacrament , and the ideas of heather...
To be a civil lady defined as polite earlier..
Fettered by ropes of expectations and couther...
Combinedly creating compulsion and pressure . ..
Hoping a day ahead without this torture. .
Which could make my heart propel along pleasure. .
#rks #poetry #review .
#review #cc #poetry
Hearts in Riots
A Burning Night:
Night was deep,
She was asleep
After hours of tears she shed;
For her Abbu was never to return, Dead.
Thud! Thud!
Woken from her half slumber,
She flurried down the stairs.
Traumatized was her feeble heart,
" Someone at such time! Amidst such affairs! "
Swift, sleek steps she took
Across the yards of marble;
The darkness whispered
" Must be a Rambhakt ", her feet did wobble.
The crisps of burnt goods,
The stench of charred corse
Was still afresh, still burning,
Invaded her through the doors.
Words of Salat, her lips mimed;
Peeked through a crevice.
Not a soul out there
Until the groans from the abyss.
Rusty doors creaked hard.
She looked beyond; He huddled on mud.
There lay a man, huge and bulk;
Writhed in agony, full of blood.
Her heart sped up, her bile rose;
Her eyes softened, her cries muffled.
" I need help " he hoarsely croaked;
His coughs violent, his being shuffled.
A Searing Dawn:
Gentle strokes of the zephyr,
Crickets chirped from afar
Stirred the man's drugged stupor;
Foreign white and lime walls, his eyes did devour.
Chham! Chham!
Sweet tinkles of her payal
Rung in his ears; in she came.
Two amber orbs stilled in fear,
Saw Death under a veiled frame.
" A fortnight here " spoke a tranquil voice.
Then, broken and bruised beyond repair;
" Your wounds have soothed now, yet not clear "
Disbelief oozed out of his stare.
" Rashid Nawab " he impersonated;
" Your thread opposes "; stunned was he.
" No one knows, won't know "
Assurance she gave to set him free.
The Bloodshed and Turmoil
Took his brother down, grieved Keshav.
Blackened hearts and sickened minds
Made thousands mourn for their love.
Solaced him with her tiny hope
For they were sailors of the same boat.
Blue naive eyes, he could spot in there;
Healing drops, as he downed the throat.
Drips of a new life, in him
she infused; his heart forever indebted.
A lovely in the world of ugly,
To Noor, his fate led!
A Blazing Noon:
Warm touch on the fore of her head;
Lightly cradled him, her hands around.
Time had come for him to go,
" Please be safe and sound "
Flap! Flap!
Last of his footfalls echoed
As her eyes glistened under the sun;
Turned her back, couldn't watch him fade.
Just then hollers made him run.
" Stone him now! ", " Burn his face! "
Angry mob he found behind.
Hastened his self, he took refuge
Inside the ruined mill of grind.
She came rushing, all the way;
Loud wails and heart in hand.
Tried to stop the hits and the howls,
They flung her on the land.
Doused the shade at the front,
Within moments was it ablaze.
Fiery fire sprang towards him;
All escapes, covered in haze.
A distinct smile of his Maa,
Brotherly banters at home
And the twinkling eyes of his Noor;
The fire then seized him under its dome.
Shrieked and bellowed there he
Until his breath was no more.
With hollow eyes she kept looking, unaware
That the mob charged at the dead's whore.
** This piece of writing is not meant to hurt any one's sentiments neither is it an agenda against any faith.
Hearts in Riots
A Burning Night:
Night was deep,
She was asleep
After hours of tears she shed;
For her Abbu was never to return, Dead.
Thud! Thud!
Woken from her half slumber,
She flurried down the stairs.
Traumatized was her feeble heart,
" Someone at such time! Amidst such affairs! "
Swift, sleek steps she took
Across the yards of marble;
The darkness whispered
" Must be a Rambhakt ", her feet did wobble.
The crisps of burnt goods,
The stench of charred corse
Was still afresh, still burning,
Invaded her through the doors.
Words of Salat, her lips mimed;
Peeked through a crevice.
Not a soul out there
Until the groans from the abyss.
Rusty doors creaked hard.
She looked beyond; He huddled on mud.
There lay a man, huge and bulk;
Writhed in agony, full of blood.
Her heart sped up, her bile rose;
Her eyes softened, her cries muffled.
" I need help " he hoarsely croaked;
His coughs violent, his being shuffled.
A Searing Dawn:
Gentle strokes of the zephyr,
Crickets chirped from afar
Stirred the man's drugged stupor;
Foreign white and lime walls, his eyes did devour.
Chham! Chham!
Sweet tinkles of her payal
Rung in his ears; in she came.
Two amber orbs stilled in fear,
Saw Death under a veiled frame.
" A fortnight here " spoke a tranquil voice.
Then, broken and bruised beyond repair;
" Your wounds have soothed now, yet not clear "
Disbelief oozed out of his stare.
" Rashid Nawab " he impersonated;
" Your thread opposes "; stunned was he.
" No one knows, won't know "
Assurance she gave to set him free.
The Bloodshed and Turmoil
Took his brother down, grieved Keshav.
Blackened hearts and sickened minds
Made thousands mourn for their love.
Solaced him with her tiny hope
For they were sailors of the same boat.
Blue naive eyes, he could spot in there;
Healing drops, as he downed the throat.
Drips of a new life, in him
she infused; his heart forever indebted.
A lovely in the world of ugly,
To Noor, his fate led!
A Blazing Noon:
Warm touch on the fore of her head;
Lightly cradled him, her hands around.
Time had come for him to go,
" Please be safe and sound "
Flap! Flap!
Last of his footfalls echoed
As her eyes glistened under the sun;
Turned her back, couldn't watch him fade.
Just then hollers made him run.
" Stone him now! ", " Burn his face! "
Angry mob he found behind.
Hastened his self, he took refuge
Inside the ruined mill of grind.
She came rushing, all the way;
Loud wails and heart in hand.
Tried to stop the hits and the howls,
They flung her on the land.
Doused the shade at the front,
Within moments was it ablaze.
Fiery fire sprang towards him;
All escapes, covered in haze.
A distinct smile of his Maa,
Brotherly banters at home
And the twinkling eyes of his Noor;
The fire then seized him under its dome.
Shrieked and bellowed there he
Until his breath was no more.
With hollow eyes she kept looking, unaware
That the mob charged at the dead's whore.
** This piece of writing is not meant to hurt any one's sentiments neither is it an agenda against any faith.
#review #sm #lovedback
Why can't I let you go,
Even the sunshines won't leave anymore.
The moon's ready to make up the supper,
But there is no where you
And neither your flippers.
Since younger days I just had a thought,
That there would be a woman
With whom I've never fought.
I had nerver run in search of the fragrance of your body,
It's just that, I knew you would be that somebody.
Now please don't question how and why!
Well, the words are not always meant to rhyme
But when stiched together, are just perfectly fine.
I know it's a very awkward chair to position,
But do you have any other reservations?
There's no need to panic,that's totally okay.
It's not your fault that I found you,
But rather failed,
Being found by you.
It's just that I love you,
But do not deserved to be loved back.
Why can't I let you go,
Even the sunshines won't leave anymore.
The moon's ready to make up the supper,
But there is no where you
And neither your flippers.
Since younger days I just had a thought,
That there would be a woman
With whom I've never fought.
I had nerver run in search of the fragrance of your body,
It's just that, I knew you would be that somebody.
Now please don't question how and why!
Well, the words are not always meant to rhyme
But when stiched together, are just perfectly fine.
I know it's a very awkward chair to position,
But do you have any other reservations?
There's no need to panic,that's totally okay.
It's not your fault that I found you,
But rather failed,
Being found by you.
It's just that I love you,
But do not deserved to be loved back.
#review #sm #lovedback
Why can't I let you go,
Even the sunshine won't leave anymore.
The moon's ready to make up the supper,
But there is no where you
And neither your flippers.
Since younger days I just had a thought,
That there would be a woman
With whom I've never fought.
I had nerver run in search of the fragrance of your body,
It's just that, I knew you would be that somebody.
Now please don't question how and why!
Well, the words are not always meant to rhyme
But when stiched together, are just perfectly fine.
I know it's a very awkward chair to position,
But do you have any other reservations?
There's no need to panic,that's totally okay.
It's not your fault that I found you,
But rather failed,
Being found by you.
It's just that I love you,
But do not deserved to be loved back.
Why can't I let you go,
Even the sunshine won't leave anymore.
The moon's ready to make up the supper,
But there is no where you
And neither your flippers.
Since younger days I just had a thought,
That there would be a woman
With whom I've never fought.
I had nerver run in search of the fragrance of your body,
It's just that, I knew you would be that somebody.
Now please don't question how and why!
Well, the words are not always meant to rhyme
But when stiched together, are just perfectly fine.
I know it's a very awkward chair to position,
But do you have any other reservations?
There's no need to panic,that's totally okay.
It's not your fault that I found you,
But rather failed,
Being found by you.
It's just that I love you,
But do not deserved to be loved back.
#review #tony #poetry
Song to You
Shallow water of the night
We always end up with fight,
I know we love each other
But still no one is confessing it.
We breaks promises, even tells lies
Like everyone beneath this sky,
But it really makes hard
When you cry.
My mistakes are too big
For your little, sweet heart
Still hoping for your forgiveness
Because I can’t rewind the past.
Life is too small,
And this time is in rush,
Everyone is busy in their life
So let’s think about us.
I totally know about this
That, we aren’t a perfect pair of wings
Goes angry on stupid things
Like little kids.
But we too can be happy
Because here ‘Love’ is the common thing,
Please give me a last chance
To call you ‘My Life’.
Song to You
Shallow water of the night
We always end up with fight,
I know we love each other
But still no one is confessing it.
We breaks promises, even tells lies
Like everyone beneath this sky,
But it really makes hard
When you cry.
My mistakes are too big
For your little, sweet heart
Still hoping for your forgiveness
Because I can’t rewind the past.
Life is too small,
And this time is in rush,
Everyone is busy in their life
So let’s think about us.
I totally know about this
That, we aren’t a perfect pair of wings
Goes angry on stupid things
Like little kids.
But we too can be happy
Because here ‘Love’ is the common thing,
Please give me a last chance
To call you ‘My Life’.
The Self-deceptive Toad
Why does it continue to hurt itself
Why is it persistent in diving down
Why does it keep denying the absence of a pool
Or will one day illusion turn to real
Will a mirage one day thicken to form a stream
So much scars yet it seeks for more
All it gains is the triumph of flying
Before it hits the ground
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
Why does it continue to hurt itself
Why is it persistent in diving down
Why does it keep denying the absence of a pool
Or will one day illusion turn to real
Will a mirage one day thicken to form a stream
So much scars yet it seeks for more
All it gains is the triumph of flying
Before it hits the ground
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
#review
#poem
#Aarushi
Title: Suggestions welcomed. :)
Walking down the street,
all alone on Christmas eve,
with a heart stuck somewhere,
between the wall around it and the sweatshirt's sleeve.
A broad minded girl,
with a galaxy of thoughts in her mind,
gone, so deep within herself,
that for others she was hard to find.
A chubby, short highted, dark girl,
this was her identity,
no one looked beyond this,
to know her internal infinity.
A girl who would make others happy,
make them soar high,
but when she is alone at night,
you can see her with a blade on her thigh.
Perfectly fine outside,
a turmoil on the inside,
with mismanaged emotions running haywire,
eating her away, like a ferocious fire.
#poem
#Aarushi
Title: Suggestions welcomed. :)
Walking down the street,
all alone on Christmas eve,
with a heart stuck somewhere,
between the wall around it and the sweatshirt's sleeve.
A broad minded girl,
with a galaxy of thoughts in her mind,
gone, so deep within herself,
that for others she was hard to find.
A chubby, short highted, dark girl,
this was her identity,
no one looked beyond this,
to know her internal infinity.
A girl who would make others happy,
make them soar high,
but when she is alone at night,
you can see her with a blade on her thigh.
Perfectly fine outside,
a turmoil on the inside,
with mismanaged emotions running haywire,
eating her away, like a ferocious fire.
wings rise
and fall
birds moves forward
(Can this be Haiku) I really want to learn haiku
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
and fall
birds moves forward
(Can this be Haiku) I really want to learn haiku
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
#shortstory #review #AMFS
Title: A Martian Food Story
Part-1
I didn't sleep for the last few days, I couldn't even feel the climate change, If I look back the flavour of reality has always been bitter for me, as I woke up from bed I started to search for my voice transmitter fs11.o which I got it as part of my job, as I switched it on it said 'honouring Mark Debam for his exceptional contribution in the space food sector, he has almost put his life in establishing a new variety of food which was the key behind our survival and he is nominated for the most inspiring person of the year 2056, he is requested to be in the central station within few hours 'yep that's me, people call me Debam, a few months before, we lost connections over the earth the biggest issue that we encountered was related to the food sector. since we were on Mars and almost 70 per cent of food came through space ships from the earth and other 30 per cent from plants which were genetically modified and controlled by robots and we were trying to configure a new ecosystem which mainly constitutes extremophiles.
This year 2056 has been a difficult task for me and our 10-year-old civilization on Mars, the astonishing thing associated with this is now 35 per cent of the population of earth is situated in Mars. The problem came into existence when the food cargo spaceship arrived Mars after 3 months from the initial date of the schedule and we had started the food rationing process, the humourous thing associated with it was not even one person knew about rationing and how it was done. We used AI robots for reducing contents in a ratio and it resulted in the loss of half of the products which were reserved and there was no choice of experimenting so livelihood on mars became a dream, this was the condition on mars and in this phase, my role came into existence as I was a food engineer and I was the only person who knew the solution for this problem even though there were dozens of food engineers on mars as I made food which was nutritive and comparatively tasty from others which were rationed, everyone thought it was new, but it wasn't, I stole the recipes from an old woman and I used to call her white,
I wish if she was alive or if there was some way to tell the purpose of her life, she would be happier than anyone in this world, she left me before I could do something for her, her entrance in my life was through a mistake that I did. All those things had a great impact on me. Let's see.…..where do I begin?
Title: A Martian Food Story
Part-1
I didn't sleep for the last few days, I couldn't even feel the climate change, If I look back the flavour of reality has always been bitter for me, as I woke up from bed I started to search for my voice transmitter fs11.o which I got it as part of my job, as I switched it on it said 'honouring Mark Debam for his exceptional contribution in the space food sector, he has almost put his life in establishing a new variety of food which was the key behind our survival and he is nominated for the most inspiring person of the year 2056, he is requested to be in the central station within few hours 'yep that's me, people call me Debam, a few months before, we lost connections over the earth the biggest issue that we encountered was related to the food sector. since we were on Mars and almost 70 per cent of food came through space ships from the earth and other 30 per cent from plants which were genetically modified and controlled by robots and we were trying to configure a new ecosystem which mainly constitutes extremophiles.
This year 2056 has been a difficult task for me and our 10-year-old civilization on Mars, the astonishing thing associated with this is now 35 per cent of the population of earth is situated in Mars. The problem came into existence when the food cargo spaceship arrived Mars after 3 months from the initial date of the schedule and we had started the food rationing process, the humourous thing associated with it was not even one person knew about rationing and how it was done. We used AI robots for reducing contents in a ratio and it resulted in the loss of half of the products which were reserved and there was no choice of experimenting so livelihood on mars became a dream, this was the condition on mars and in this phase, my role came into existence as I was a food engineer and I was the only person who knew the solution for this problem even though there were dozens of food engineers on mars as I made food which was nutritive and comparatively tasty from others which were rationed, everyone thought it was new, but it wasn't, I stole the recipes from an old woman and I used to call her white,
I wish if she was alive or if there was some way to tell the purpose of her life, she would be happier than anyone in this world, she left me before I could do something for her, her entrance in my life was through a mistake that I did. All those things had a great impact on me. Let's see.…..where do I begin?
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Part-2// A Martian Food Story
The decoration day of the year 2026, a federal holiday in the United States for remembering and honouring the military personnel who died while serving in the united states armed force, it was a month of May and I was just 10, being a holiday I thought of spending some time by walking through the streets in New York, people were crowded In front of stores which were opened on that day, but I was amazed to see that a store named"OLD HOUSE LOLLIES "which were selling world war 2 foods laked customers, I thought of going there, I thought of having a barley sugar twist (one of the famous toffees in world war 2)from past few days and it was my 3rd time in " OLD HOUSE LOLLIES" a newly established store, each time when I
went there ,I used to see an old lady with her round spectacles , dressed in an old fashioned way with wrinkles in her face will be sitted in an old chair with her toffes , I asked her for 2 barley sugar twist and she didn't give me those even though I could see there were two left and she used to replie "come tomorrow a little earlier " I hardly remember on that day she told me another wierd thing that those toffes were really old more than 6 or 7 years from initial date of package ,I was not ready to leave her alone so I called the police and told them she used to sell outdated foods and as a result I got food poisoning (that's not true since I never ate it), they trusted a 10-year-old's anonymus call and they came faster than I expected, they took her into their car and those days I was irritating, rebelious, naughty child in that whole city but I had soft corner too ,I was afraid that some thing may happen to that old women because of my actions and I realized my flaws and I ran towards home so that I could tell everything to mom.
I reached home as quickly as possible and waited for my mom to return from her office, it was disgusting as the time passed, as soon as I heard the sound of the front gate opening, I ran towards the gate and I was still stuck in a dilemma, but when she saw my face she captured that I had something inevitable. So everything was out , I told her the incidents sequentially and it ended up in describing the old women's physical characteristics, as I was explaining ,I could see laughter in her face maybe she liked my way of presenting and it ended up in scolding which was for two reasons, the first one for going alone without informing parents and the second one for quarreling with an old women who left her family and started a business( It was clear to me that she was a common discussion factor in the society )and I asked mom, how did she knew about the old women, my mom didn't reply anything , she just unlocked her smartphone and showed me an animated video clip, I saw the old women in a spacesuit going to mars which I thought was very unrealistic and I need to ask her further about this but the time was limited so we decided to go to the police station, it was already 6:30 pm mom drove the car very slowly towards the nearby police station, it was not too cold outside, I couldn't control my anxiety as we reached near the police station,I saw the old women sitting inside the station with a hot coffee in her hand, I ran toward the police officier and I told everything.
Part-2// A Martian Food Story
The decoration day of the year 2026, a federal holiday in the United States for remembering and honouring the military personnel who died while serving in the united states armed force, it was a month of May and I was just 10, being a holiday I thought of spending some time by walking through the streets in New York, people were crowded In front of stores which were opened on that day, but I was amazed to see that a store named"OLD HOUSE LOLLIES "which were selling world war 2 foods laked customers, I thought of going there, I thought of having a barley sugar twist (one of the famous toffees in world war 2)from past few days and it was my 3rd time in " OLD HOUSE LOLLIES" a newly established store, each time when I
went there ,I used to see an old lady with her round spectacles , dressed in an old fashioned way with wrinkles in her face will be sitted in an old chair with her toffes , I asked her for 2 barley sugar twist and she didn't give me those even though I could see there were two left and she used to replie "come tomorrow a little earlier " I hardly remember on that day she told me another wierd thing that those toffes were really old more than 6 or 7 years from initial date of package ,I was not ready to leave her alone so I called the police and told them she used to sell outdated foods and as a result I got food poisoning (that's not true since I never ate it), they trusted a 10-year-old's anonymus call and they came faster than I expected, they took her into their car and those days I was irritating, rebelious, naughty child in that whole city but I had soft corner too ,I was afraid that some thing may happen to that old women because of my actions and I realized my flaws and I ran towards home so that I could tell everything to mom.
I reached home as quickly as possible and waited for my mom to return from her office, it was disgusting as the time passed, as soon as I heard the sound of the front gate opening, I ran towards the gate and I was still stuck in a dilemma, but when she saw my face she captured that I had something inevitable. So everything was out , I told her the incidents sequentially and it ended up in describing the old women's physical characteristics, as I was explaining ,I could see laughter in her face maybe she liked my way of presenting and it ended up in scolding which was for two reasons, the first one for going alone without informing parents and the second one for quarreling with an old women who left her family and started a business( It was clear to me that she was a common discussion factor in the society )and I asked mom, how did she knew about the old women, my mom didn't reply anything , she just unlocked her smartphone and showed me an animated video clip, I saw the old women in a spacesuit going to mars which I thought was very unrealistic and I need to ask her further about this but the time was limited so we decided to go to the police station, it was already 6:30 pm mom drove the car very slowly towards the nearby police station, it was not too cold outside, I couldn't control my anxiety as we reached near the police station,I saw the old women sitting inside the station with a hot coffee in her hand, I ran toward the police officier and I told everything.
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Part 3// A Martian Food story
The old women too listened what I said, I tried to observe her face carefully but I couldn't see any type of emotional imbalances in her face, it was like a mask in her face…without replying she was trying avoid us,I still remember it was a midnight the police officer didn't reply anything and told us to drop her maybe because I was the one and only reason for that situation to happen, but she was not willing to come with us, I felt somewhat guilty and I tried to stop her, that moment by seeing her white hairs in her old wrinkled face I called her white it was was more than a name for me and that's how the name came.she stopped when I called her white and I convinced her and somehow she entered our car ,roads kept on rolling but she didn't spoke anything to break the silence I asked her about the animated video clip and at first she didnt reply anything ,but later on ,she tryed to convince me that she didnt apply for mars colonizing mission for money and wasnt intrested in such topic,I told her that I didnt knew about it ,I just saw a video thats it(i thought nowdays without knowing the actual resons people are posting things with comments which are probably different from actual situation ),she did even told me that her life was filled with poverty ,she worked as a cook for more than 50 years ,mom asked in her low voice wthere she has to be dropped in city or near her house, she told the name of an old street ,my mom drove the car towards that old street ,we reached there , we searched for her apartment ,as the time passed we couldn't find her apartment and I thought It was mid night and searching for an apartment was idiotic so we asked white to stay with us for 1 day and when she herd this,she was delighted and she came with us ,my mom was tierd as she came with me after her work and the next day came where we took white with us again in same car,same situation and it was noon ,the new buildings were dazzling under sunshine,but we couldn't find her apartment ,atfirst we took it as a joke,but this was strange ,as a women forgot were she lives and there is no such apartment in whole street atlast my mom told that she will report this to police and they would show some way out of this ,again days passed we reported this to police and it became a file ,we waited for further quires,white leaved with us ,she was just like my grandmother and I loved her the most in my family ,
One day a report came in news paper that an old women went missing from an oldage home and the women suffered from dementia the traits were similar to white and that happend what I imagined yes it was white,when I saw this I called to that police station in which I met white for the first time and they told white was arrested not because of me ,as she didn't pay any tax for her store and started the store without filling the formalities and they left white with us on that day thinging that we would drop her to the oldage home(the police officers ,didnt want to take risk)I brought everything to light, my mom was amazed when she heard this,she told me that we would probably take care of white and wont let her to be in oldage home ,my mom was kind and lite hearted and we paid tax for Old House Lollies,and the store became a part of us,I learned many war time recipes from white,when ever I used to talk with white I knew that she was not going to remember me in future as she was suffering from dimentia ,I didn't like the situation,even though life should go on ,even if it was a hell ,White told me that she was born in england, her mother worked for the military, as a chef in world war two food rationing processes, she was under type c of rationing, in 1942 the army territory was shifted from the place where white lived and her mother had to leave her,
Part 3// A Martian Food story
The old women too listened what I said, I tried to observe her face carefully but I couldn't see any type of emotional imbalances in her face, it was like a mask in her face…without replying she was trying avoid us,I still remember it was a midnight the police officer didn't reply anything and told us to drop her maybe because I was the one and only reason for that situation to happen, but she was not willing to come with us, I felt somewhat guilty and I tried to stop her, that moment by seeing her white hairs in her old wrinkled face I called her white it was was more than a name for me and that's how the name came.she stopped when I called her white and I convinced her and somehow she entered our car ,roads kept on rolling but she didn't spoke anything to break the silence I asked her about the animated video clip and at first she didnt reply anything ,but later on ,she tryed to convince me that she didnt apply for mars colonizing mission for money and wasnt intrested in such topic,I told her that I didnt knew about it ,I just saw a video thats it(i thought nowdays without knowing the actual resons people are posting things with comments which are probably different from actual situation ),she did even told me that her life was filled with poverty ,she worked as a cook for more than 50 years ,mom asked in her low voice wthere she has to be dropped in city or near her house, she told the name of an old street ,my mom drove the car towards that old street ,we reached there , we searched for her apartment ,as the time passed we couldn't find her apartment and I thought It was mid night and searching for an apartment was idiotic so we asked white to stay with us for 1 day and when she herd this,she was delighted and she came with us ,my mom was tierd as she came with me after her work and the next day came where we took white with us again in same car,same situation and it was noon ,the new buildings were dazzling under sunshine,but we couldn't find her apartment ,atfirst we took it as a joke,but this was strange ,as a women forgot were she lives and there is no such apartment in whole street atlast my mom told that she will report this to police and they would show some way out of this ,again days passed we reported this to police and it became a file ,we waited for further quires,white leaved with us ,she was just like my grandmother and I loved her the most in my family ,
One day a report came in news paper that an old women went missing from an oldage home and the women suffered from dementia the traits were similar to white and that happend what I imagined yes it was white,when I saw this I called to that police station in which I met white for the first time and they told white was arrested not because of me ,as she didn't pay any tax for her store and started the store without filling the formalities and they left white with us on that day thinging that we would drop her to the oldage home(the police officers ,didnt want to take risk)I brought everything to light, my mom was amazed when she heard this,she told me that we would probably take care of white and wont let her to be in oldage home ,my mom was kind and lite hearted and we paid tax for Old House Lollies,and the store became a part of us,I learned many war time recipes from white,when ever I used to talk with white I knew that she was not going to remember me in future as she was suffering from dimentia ,I didn't like the situation,even though life should go on ,even if it was a hell ,White told me that she was born in england, her mother worked for the military, as a chef in world war two food rationing processes, she was under type c of rationing, in 1942 the army territory was shifted from the place where white lived and her mother had to leave her,
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Part-4
Title: A Martian Food Story
her mother knew that chances of returning back after the war was very less so she used a technique to tackle this problem, she made food for her daughter using wartime recipes, modifying it and preserving in containers and cans, before she left she gave her the cans (remember white was just two years old) and white's mother never returned, white left England when she was four with her father to New York, she carried her mother's love in the form of food,as food is a form of love when words are inadequate,her father died ,she was alone in that big city,she did many kinds of work in her teenage, at last she got stuck as a cook in a restraunt,her dreams were big but not affordable,she passed through all stages of a women,she became a mother,she had grand children but her dreams were like a seed which grew as the time passed,she applied for mars colonizing mission when she was 86,it was big news in 2026,even people started to troll her as they thought she did this thing for fame and for money,she saw many pictures, animated clips of herself going to Mars, later government rejected her from this mi, sion, because of her age, her family left her as she tryed to move away from them , actually there were no one who actually loved white,she thought of suiciding but she was not a person who quit their life, she always faught with failures, so she thought of starting her own business by starting a store which sold war time foods as food marked an era but the store lacked customers and it ended up in bankrupt, she was losing her momeries as she ran from the old age home to the store where I met her at first, I learned many recipies from white and which became useful for preparing martian food ,so nothing went waste,I still believe that each and every decision that we make in our life will have a reason and it will surely connect in future ,the only thing is keep going,I still remember white even if I am on Mars ,her memories never fade,as she lives through my action and I belive people should know white,as I'm going publish this story or you can call anything as it is ,whoever is reading this note or story never see white through a negative shade as she was always postive for me.
Part-4
Title: A Martian Food Story
her mother knew that chances of returning back after the war was very less so she used a technique to tackle this problem, she made food for her daughter using wartime recipes, modifying it and preserving in containers and cans, before she left she gave her the cans (remember white was just two years old) and white's mother never returned, white left England when she was four with her father to New York, she carried her mother's love in the form of food,as food is a form of love when words are inadequate,her father died ,she was alone in that big city,she did many kinds of work in her teenage, at last she got stuck as a cook in a restraunt,her dreams were big but not affordable,she passed through all stages of a women,she became a mother,she had grand children but her dreams were like a seed which grew as the time passed,she applied for mars colonizing mission when she was 86,it was big news in 2026,even people started to troll her as they thought she did this thing for fame and for money,she saw many pictures, animated clips of herself going to Mars, later government rejected her from this mi, sion, because of her age, her family left her as she tryed to move away from them , actually there were no one who actually loved white,she thought of suiciding but she was not a person who quit their life, she always faught with failures, so she thought of starting her own business by starting a store which sold war time foods as food marked an era but the store lacked customers and it ended up in bankrupt, she was losing her momeries as she ran from the old age home to the store where I met her at first, I learned many recipies from white and which became useful for preparing martian food ,so nothing went waste,I still believe that each and every decision that we make in our life will have a reason and it will surely connect in future ,the only thing is keep going,I still remember white even if I am on Mars ,her memories never fade,as she lives through my action and I belive people should know white,as I'm going publish this story or you can call anything as it is ,whoever is reading this note or story never see white through a negative shade as she was always postive for me.