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?
#shortstory #review
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.
#shortstory #review
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,
#review #shortstory
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.
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
JUST GO FOR IT
Along the chosen path,
start walking
as the river waters, fearless,
never stop flowing.
Carry on, as far as,
dreams may take you.
Like swallows flying above the sea,
on a strenuous journey against the wind,
one should never quit.
Naught worthy more than
to live intensely,
like a summer sun.
Being able to wander, aimlessly,
on the rhythm of time, as well as
the seasons of nature in their cycles.
Accept the facts as they are, but
be fully into them, active. That´s the
way to be who you are,
in the hollows of life,
between thoughts and actions.
Sorrow shall not be felt. Live deeply.
Just go for it.
JUST GO FOR IT
Along the chosen path,
start walking
as the river waters, fearless,
never stop flowing.
Carry on, as far as,
dreams may take you.
Like swallows flying above the sea,
on a strenuous journey against the wind,
one should never quit.
Naught worthy more than
to live intensely,
like a summer sun.
Being able to wander, aimlessly,
on the rhythm of time, as well as
the seasons of nature in their cycles.
Accept the facts as they are, but
be fully into them, active. That´s the
way to be who you are,
in the hollows of life,
between thoughts and actions.
Sorrow shall not be felt. Live deeply.
Just go for it.
#review #kp
IMPORTANCE OF HUMAN TOUCH
So this thing I realized when I took a pic of my grandmother who was wearing a top of mine and somehow her hair were looking like spikes. And she wanted to see that pic. And I am like not now. I have just come from office. And I cannot touch her until I have had a bath.
So I thought, damn, what has happened?! Now, if I wanna hug her I can't. That's when I remembered a friend of mine once mentioning to me that one day I will realise the importance of human touch.(He meant it becauseI used to feel awkward about hugs at that point in my life from any male friend.)
Currently, we all are in the state where we can't meet new people or have to be very careful about touching each other. And I think I am a bit late to write this. I mean I too feel very angry about the people who actually made this Corona virus. Now, their first goal might have been something else but I thought to myself, their aim was to keep us distant from each other. Their ultimate aim was to isolate us. Because, I know, loneliness eats you up. No one to talk to. No one to kiss, hug or even look at. Finding a human being for God's sake has become an alien concept.
A friend of mine has been feeling that he needs people around him. And before clicking the pic, I was having conversation about this with him. So yes I guess we all are finding how important human touch is. So, I am just trying to be there for people. And I guess they are also doing the same for me.
We all are in this together. Things are lookig up and with time, things will be better. And we all will be able to touch, feel each other's warmth, love and care. Any singles out there, any family member who is away from home. Or even a newly born baby. Trust me, it is all going to be better. We just have certain lessons to learn from this pandemic I guess.
Take care all. Keep it tight and together.
IMPORTANCE OF HUMAN TOUCH
So this thing I realized when I took a pic of my grandmother who was wearing a top of mine and somehow her hair were looking like spikes. And she wanted to see that pic. And I am like not now. I have just come from office. And I cannot touch her until I have had a bath.
So I thought, damn, what has happened?! Now, if I wanna hug her I can't. That's when I remembered a friend of mine once mentioning to me that one day I will realise the importance of human touch.(He meant it becauseI used to feel awkward about hugs at that point in my life from any male friend.)
Currently, we all are in the state where we can't meet new people or have to be very careful about touching each other. And I think I am a bit late to write this. I mean I too feel very angry about the people who actually made this Corona virus. Now, their first goal might have been something else but I thought to myself, their aim was to keep us distant from each other. Their ultimate aim was to isolate us. Because, I know, loneliness eats you up. No one to talk to. No one to kiss, hug or even look at. Finding a human being for God's sake has become an alien concept.
A friend of mine has been feeling that he needs people around him. And before clicking the pic, I was having conversation about this with him. So yes I guess we all are finding how important human touch is. So, I am just trying to be there for people. And I guess they are also doing the same for me.
We all are in this together. Things are lookig up and with time, things will be better. And we all will be able to touch, feel each other's warmth, love and care. Any singles out there, any family member who is away from home. Or even a newly born baby. Trust me, it is all going to be better. We just have certain lessons to learn from this pandemic I guess.
Take care all. Keep it tight and together.
#review #kp #Corona
Importance of Human Touch
So a realized a thing when I took a pic of my grandmother. She was wearing a top of mine and somehow her hair were looking like spikes. She wanted to see that pic. And I am like not now. I have just come from office. And I cannot be near her until I have had a bath.
So I thought, damn, what situation is this?! Now, if I wanna hug her I can't. That's when I remembered a friend of mine once mentioning to me that one day I will realise the importance of human touch.(He meant it because I used to feel awkward about hugs at that point in my life from any male friend.)
So, yes currently we all are in the state where we can't meet new people or have to be very careful about touching each other. And I think I am a bit late to write this. I mean I too feel very angry about the people who actually made this Corona virus. Now, their first goal might have been something else but I thought to myself, their aim was to keep us distant from each other. Their ultimate goal was to isolate us. Because, nothing sucks or brings a person down when he is lonely. Loneliness eats you up. No one to talk to. No one to kiss, hug or even look at. Finding a human being for God's sake has become an alien concept.
Alos, a friend of mine has been feeling that he needs people around him. And before clicking the pic, I was having conversation about this with him. So yes I guess we all are finding how important human touch is. I am just trying to be there for people. And I guess they are also doing the same for me.
In a nut shell, we all are in this together. Things are lookig up and with time, things will be better. There will come a day where we all will be able to touch and feel each other's warmth and love. Any singles out there, any family member who is away from home. Or even a newly born baby. Trust me, it is all going to be better. We just have certain lessons to learn from this pandemic I guess.
Take care all. Keep it tight and together. 😊
Importance of Human Touch
So a realized a thing when I took a pic of my grandmother. She was wearing a top of mine and somehow her hair were looking like spikes. She wanted to see that pic. And I am like not now. I have just come from office. And I cannot be near her until I have had a bath.
So I thought, damn, what situation is this?! Now, if I wanna hug her I can't. That's when I remembered a friend of mine once mentioning to me that one day I will realise the importance of human touch.(He meant it because I used to feel awkward about hugs at that point in my life from any male friend.)
So, yes currently we all are in the state where we can't meet new people or have to be very careful about touching each other. And I think I am a bit late to write this. I mean I too feel very angry about the people who actually made this Corona virus. Now, their first goal might have been something else but I thought to myself, their aim was to keep us distant from each other. Their ultimate goal was to isolate us. Because, nothing sucks or brings a person down when he is lonely. Loneliness eats you up. No one to talk to. No one to kiss, hug or even look at. Finding a human being for God's sake has become an alien concept.
Alos, a friend of mine has been feeling that he needs people around him. And before clicking the pic, I was having conversation about this with him. So yes I guess we all are finding how important human touch is. I am just trying to be there for people. And I guess they are also doing the same for me.
In a nut shell, we all are in this together. Things are lookig up and with time, things will be better. There will come a day where we all will be able to touch and feel each other's warmth and love. Any singles out there, any family member who is away from home. Or even a newly born baby. Trust me, it is all going to be better. We just have certain lessons to learn from this pandemic I guess.
Take care all. Keep it tight and together. 😊
Could relate to it completely. N yes we don't need to define or describe life. But i guess writers or anyone who is creative like to do that. Explain things in their own creative way.
#review #theSpringIsNotYetDead #sm
There is a reason.
There's a reason why
people come into your life.
Just like leaf on a tree,
which change, as the seasons pass by.
Some stay mere
yet impose strong influence.
Some stay forever
With absolute no existence.
some become thorn
To protect the rose from being plucked.
some spread bitter
To arouse the spartan
who deserves to be remembered.
You are son of the universe,
daughter of the mother land.
Just like all trees and stars
who shade and fade.
yet have the potential
For the sky to invade.
With all pain that comes across
the feet leading should never stop.
Never get disdained, even for once
to be a shadow of the moon.
As the black is unfurled,
For the stars to be perennial.
This is autumn,
Prepare for more blood to shed.
But believe in your opulence,
For the spring is not yet dead.
There is a reason.
There's a reason why
people come into your life.
Just like leaf on a tree,
which change, as the seasons pass by.
Some stay mere
yet impose strong influence.
Some stay forever
With absolute no existence.
some become thorn
To protect the rose from being plucked.
some spread bitter
To arouse the spartan
who deserves to be remembered.
You are son of the universe,
daughter of the mother land.
Just like all trees and stars
who shade and fade.
yet have the potential
For the sky to invade.
With all pain that comes across
the feet leading should never stop.
Never get disdained, even for once
to be a shadow of the moon.
As the black is unfurled,
For the stars to be perennial.
This is autumn,
Prepare for more blood to shed.
But believe in your opulence,
For the spring is not yet dead.
A Good Night Whisper
I really don't know
where to start
Maybe I'm dumb
or way too smart
I'm not a great artist
if writing's an art
But every line I write
comes straight from my heart
Maybe my words
make no sense
Or they're carefully woven
to keep the suspense
I wanted to write
a piece for you
Something that's pure
and very true
If you're wondering
the reason for all I said
It's to put a smile on the face
of the person going to bed
So now my dear
please sleep tight
After I wish
a final good night.
#review #rvd #everyone #poem
I really don't know
where to start
Maybe I'm dumb
or way too smart
I'm not a great artist
if writing's an art
But every line I write
comes straight from my heart
Maybe my words
make no sense
Or they're carefully woven
to keep the suspense
I wanted to write
a piece for you
Something that's pure
and very true
If you're wondering
the reason for all I said
It's to put a smile on the face
of the person going to bed
So now my dear
please sleep tight
After I wish
a final good night.
#review #rvd #everyone #poem
love yourself, be with your friends, and thank your creator:
How it looks when you’ve no eyes? how would you spent your life if asked to pretend as a visually impaired for a couple of days? Would it be charming or disastrous?
All these queries can be answered at once. It has been 21 years since I’m coping with the challenge to be alive while having no eyes. it has been different, it has been difficult at times. But it never stops me from doing the things other can do. The only thing required in this regard is courage. Courage to fight, courage to compete with others and courage to become an independent citizen. Positive intent can make every dream possible.
From education to sports, from technology to entertainment, every luxury of life can be enjoyed. All the events, all the functions and all the special moments are enjoyed by not even seeing them.
It might be different from others, it might be slower from others, but it is possible. The creator has blessed its creatures with abilities. If one has no eyes, his other senses might have better functions than others. It is possible that things looking difficult to others could become easy for me.
The message I want to give through these broken words is to never lose hope. You are here, you have to enjoy, you have to live a life that could be remembered forever. Just love yourself, be with your friends and thank God for the blessings he has granted to you.
#review
How it looks when you’ve no eyes? how would you spent your life if asked to pretend as a visually impaired for a couple of days? Would it be charming or disastrous?
All these queries can be answered at once. It has been 21 years since I’m coping with the challenge to be alive while having no eyes. it has been different, it has been difficult at times. But it never stops me from doing the things other can do. The only thing required in this regard is courage. Courage to fight, courage to compete with others and courage to become an independent citizen. Positive intent can make every dream possible.
From education to sports, from technology to entertainment, every luxury of life can be enjoyed. All the events, all the functions and all the special moments are enjoyed by not even seeing them.
It might be different from others, it might be slower from others, but it is possible. The creator has blessed its creatures with abilities. If one has no eyes, his other senses might have better functions than others. It is possible that things looking difficult to others could become easy for me.
The message I want to give through these broken words is to never lose hope. You are here, you have to enjoy, you have to live a life that could be remembered forever. Just love yourself, be with your friends and thank God for the blessings he has granted to you.
#review
#review #tony #poetry Lie!
Lie, lie, lie.
This life is beautiful lie
Dreams, love, life
Everything is just a lie.
Beginning of the journey
To the end of the quest,
And from Good to Devil
Lie is sleeping in peaceful rest.
Innocent face
And silent killer eyes,
People crush me every time
With their merciless lies.
‘You are my friend, yarr!’
How they talk so nice!
But that doesn’t last so long
If the purpose has already vanished.
From far of Heaven
To this Hell
Everyone work
Like the slave of Lie.
If words are hurting
They are the fruit of tree Truth,
Because poisoned lie
Is a very tasty soup.
Love is futile lie
And I fell in the trap,
‘You are my life.’ now
This line is tearing me apart.
But that is okay
To break at least once,
And to teach me, how to be a good liar!
Please take my thanks.
Lie, lie, lie.
This life is beautiful lie
Dreams, love, life
Everything is just a lie.
Beginning of the journey
To the end of the quest,
And from Good to Devil
Lie is sleeping in peaceful rest.
Innocent face
And silent killer eyes,
People crush me every time
With their merciless lies.
‘You are my friend, yarr!’
How they talk so nice!
But that doesn’t last so long
If the purpose has already vanished.
From far of Heaven
To this Hell
Everyone work
Like the slave of Lie.
If words are hurting
They are the fruit of tree Truth,
Because poisoned lie
Is a very tasty soup.
Love is futile lie
And I fell in the trap,
‘You are my life.’ now
This line is tearing me apart.
But that is okay
To break at least once,
And to teach me, how to be a good liar!
Please take my thanks.
Did not die in peace-
There was a tree in front of me,
Standing old, paled, broken at it's peak,
Talking to me,
"I survived the misery at least,
Now I am gonna die in peace."
But I catched myself off guard in this scene,
With all means,
I found myself back in reality,
Standing at the edge of a sea.
There was a reflection beneath me,
Standing old, paled, broken at it's peak,
Talking to me,
"I survived the misery at least,
But I did not die in peace.
Did not die in peace.
Did not die in peace."
#review #poetry #kairophist
There was a tree in front of me,
Standing old, paled, broken at it's peak,
Talking to me,
"I survived the misery at least,
Now I am gonna die in peace."
But I catched myself off guard in this scene,
With all means,
I found myself back in reality,
Standing at the edge of a sea.
There was a reflection beneath me,
Standing old, paled, broken at it's peak,
Talking to me,
"I survived the misery at least,
But I did not die in peace.
Did not die in peace.
Did not die in peace."
#review #poetry #kairophist
| Poetic Death |
My poor, poetic stream has ceased
The poet in me has deceased
Within my garret's graveyard gloom
He rots like corpse in toxic tomb
My poems now are paltry things
They're weak and worn and wear no wings
Caked hard, with cruellest, crystal crust
They crumble into dirt and dust
My stanzas set like stagnant sun
With rhymes, they have no race to run
For ink has curdled and congealed
Set hard as sword or soldier's shield
My compositions cannot flow
Compacted, as they are in snow
Ice-bound inside a glacial glade
In shadow land of sunless shade
My poor poetic stream subsides
Turns off like tap and turns like tides
The poet, in me, meets no more
With muse upon her sacred shore
She says she cannot make ends meet
So sells herself upon the street
Says all her dreaming days are dead
Now poet rots alone unread.
#review #Saviour #poetry
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My poor, poetic stream has ceased
The poet in me has deceased
Within my garret's graveyard gloom
He rots like corpse in toxic tomb
My poems now are paltry things
They're weak and worn and wear no wings
Caked hard, with cruellest, crystal crust
They crumble into dirt and dust
My stanzas set like stagnant sun
With rhymes, they have no race to run
For ink has curdled and congealed
Set hard as sword or soldier's shield
My compositions cannot flow
Compacted, as they are in snow
Ice-bound inside a glacial glade
In shadow land of sunless shade
My poor poetic stream subsides
Turns off like tap and turns like tides
The poet, in me, meets no more
With muse upon her sacred shore
She says she cannot make ends meet
So sells herself upon the street
Says all her dreaming days are dead
Now poet rots alone unread.
#review #Saviour #poetry
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Rain
You know, most people react positively to the rain other than a few grumpy fellas. They love when it rains and girls go all romantic if they are given a chance to dance under rain. If asked what rain brings to you, a good percentage of answers will say joy. As the cool drops of the heavenly water falls ecstasy gets filled in them.
Are you not pondering what will be my response to rain? Same here. I am also a member of the happy flock. Rain evokes an immense pleasure in my core. Nay, not the cheesy vibes; it gives a spooky one. An aura that tends to haunt me. It feels the reality has taken up desertion to push me towards darkness; bloodthirsty souls accompany me though.
When it rains I picture every inch of the neighborhood is wrapped up in eeriness. I find cottages in dark forest and an abandoned home and thousands of unrevealed mysteries lurk here and there. Warnings ring in my ears, " Do not cross the threshold or you will not see the daylight." Yet I disobey those to go inside some mansion and creep around in the corridors where my breath is the only sense I have while there is an outrageous downpour going on outside.
As a cherry on the top, my garden is a mess. There are gigantic trees across the boundary. The garden is never tended properly; bushes and creepers are in plentiful. So it is not a hard work for me to see a forest outside if it rains. The thunders, the trees bending over, the branches falling, all of these sum up to make the forest of my dreams.
Amidst this I hear the shallow breathing of a girl who needs to stay alone because her parents are out. The lights suddenly go off. A simultaneous bolt of lightning turns things awry. Scared she skitters away to find candles. One dim candle somewhat lights up the room, enough for her to see but the flame flickers due to a gust of wind from nowhere. The enormous shadows of the furniture add more spice to the spookiness.
A jug falls. Her heart skips. The ringing noise still echoes in the darkness. She walks up to the kitchen to find two glowing orbs. The black cat jumps and her heart loudly thumps. His long purrs amplify and magnify to make the girl tear up.
Bang! A loud banging at the door makes matter worse and she starts wailing at the top of her voice. Her concerned parents knock harder and a loop of horror continues. Till when... Picture it yourself. I bet your vision will be awesome.
Blood... of course. A few days back it was raining cats and dogs when I was driving back to home. I could see a pool of blood on the road so I had to slow down and peer hard. I could not make out what it was but I am sure it must have been my head messing.
Really was it though?
Well I will take my leave but I hope you girls check your back twice before rejoicing in the rain. God knows what awaits for you.
#review #cc #shortstory
*I had written this two years ago... 😅
You know, most people react positively to the rain other than a few grumpy fellas. They love when it rains and girls go all romantic if they are given a chance to dance under rain. If asked what rain brings to you, a good percentage of answers will say joy. As the cool drops of the heavenly water falls ecstasy gets filled in them.
Are you not pondering what will be my response to rain? Same here. I am also a member of the happy flock. Rain evokes an immense pleasure in my core. Nay, not the cheesy vibes; it gives a spooky one. An aura that tends to haunt me. It feels the reality has taken up desertion to push me towards darkness; bloodthirsty souls accompany me though.
When it rains I picture every inch of the neighborhood is wrapped up in eeriness. I find cottages in dark forest and an abandoned home and thousands of unrevealed mysteries lurk here and there. Warnings ring in my ears, " Do not cross the threshold or you will not see the daylight." Yet I disobey those to go inside some mansion and creep around in the corridors where my breath is the only sense I have while there is an outrageous downpour going on outside.
As a cherry on the top, my garden is a mess. There are gigantic trees across the boundary. The garden is never tended properly; bushes and creepers are in plentiful. So it is not a hard work for me to see a forest outside if it rains. The thunders, the trees bending over, the branches falling, all of these sum up to make the forest of my dreams.
Amidst this I hear the shallow breathing of a girl who needs to stay alone because her parents are out. The lights suddenly go off. A simultaneous bolt of lightning turns things awry. Scared she skitters away to find candles. One dim candle somewhat lights up the room, enough for her to see but the flame flickers due to a gust of wind from nowhere. The enormous shadows of the furniture add more spice to the spookiness.
A jug falls. Her heart skips. The ringing noise still echoes in the darkness. She walks up to the kitchen to find two glowing orbs. The black cat jumps and her heart loudly thumps. His long purrs amplify and magnify to make the girl tear up.
Bang! A loud banging at the door makes matter worse and she starts wailing at the top of her voice. Her concerned parents knock harder and a loop of horror continues. Till when... Picture it yourself. I bet your vision will be awesome.
Blood... of course. A few days back it was raining cats and dogs when I was driving back to home. I could see a pool of blood on the road so I had to slow down and peer hard. I could not make out what it was but I am sure it must have been my head messing.
Really was it though?
Well I will take my leave but I hope you girls check your back twice before rejoicing in the rain. God knows what awaits for you.
#review #cc #shortstory
*I had written this two years ago... 😅
helping the poor by leaving desires: “Would you please go out to buy some chocolates for me”? Said his sister.
“I won’t! it is too cold outside”.
“But please! I want to eat, want to enjoy the weather! And you better know how crazy I am for chocolates. And I know, you like rain,, you love to enjoy cloudy weather. I remember! You used to play for hours while it rained. Today, you’ve 2 tasks, first, enjoy the weather and then buy some chocolates for me”.
“OK, I am going. But what will be my reward”? he further said: “remember, I’ve only 10 dollars left in my pocket-money”.
“You’ll be presented with your favorite dishes in the evening”. It was just Covetousness from her end, just because her brother could do what she was expecting from him
He took his wallet from the table and started walking on the street. although it was too cold but the Silence, beauty and washed trees and bushes, everything was splendid and the worry of coldness faded away. Clean air, clear atmosphere and droplets of rain pouring from sky, nothing was absent to made his journey of buying chocolates enjoyable.
While lavishing the enchanting sights, his eyes stopped, his feet shook and his heart got burnt. It was a boy of 10 to 12, who was collecting wrappers from the streets and gathering them into a basket.
He started sauntering towards the boy. “Hey little champ! What are you doing here? Why you have been doing all this in a rainy day”? He had pounced 2 questions in blink of an eye.
“My father has died, my mother is ill today and she has asked me to collect all the wrappers and give them to our master who will pay 3 dollars to me. If my mother were fine and could walk, she should have done this work by herself”.
“But it can be spared for any other day when weather would have been good”? he posed his concern in a low pitched voice.
“We’ve to do it every day. If a day is skipped, our life would be in danger. We will have nothing to eat”. The boy looked extinguished to him. His words were really hitting the depth of heart.
For a moment he thought to help that little kid. his heart started pushing him to give all the money to that innocent boy. “you’ve to buy chocolates! He has to fill his appetite. Just imagine dear! Who will be more beneficial? Nothing would be lost if you present these dollars to this boy”
After having some inner approvals, he got his wallet, picked those 10 dollars from it and handed over to the boy saying: “please! Go to your home and do not drop yourself in trouble by roaming on streets and gathering Shoppers”.
The boy with a smile on his face thanked him, prayed for him and went his way to home. While nothing had left behind, he started strolling back to his house thinking, how the nature has divided the people? There are some who doesn’t even have money to feed themselves and there are some who search ways to spend it.
he entered home. “Where my chocolates are”? Cried his sister.
“Apologies dear! But I couldn’t buy them for you”. he responded politely.
“But why”?
he narrated the whole story. “The boy needed those dollars more than us. It would be the food for his family’s 3 days. I promise, I’ll lend you your desires tomorrow.”
She smiled! “No! no! no need to be saddened. You did well by helping that boy and you’ll be rewarded for it”.
#review
“I won’t! it is too cold outside”.
“But please! I want to eat, want to enjoy the weather! And you better know how crazy I am for chocolates. And I know, you like rain,, you love to enjoy cloudy weather. I remember! You used to play for hours while it rained. Today, you’ve 2 tasks, first, enjoy the weather and then buy some chocolates for me”.
“OK, I am going. But what will be my reward”? he further said: “remember, I’ve only 10 dollars left in my pocket-money”.
“You’ll be presented with your favorite dishes in the evening”. It was just Covetousness from her end, just because her brother could do what she was expecting from him
He took his wallet from the table and started walking on the street. although it was too cold but the Silence, beauty and washed trees and bushes, everything was splendid and the worry of coldness faded away. Clean air, clear atmosphere and droplets of rain pouring from sky, nothing was absent to made his journey of buying chocolates enjoyable.
While lavishing the enchanting sights, his eyes stopped, his feet shook and his heart got burnt. It was a boy of 10 to 12, who was collecting wrappers from the streets and gathering them into a basket.
He started sauntering towards the boy. “Hey little champ! What are you doing here? Why you have been doing all this in a rainy day”? He had pounced 2 questions in blink of an eye.
“My father has died, my mother is ill today and she has asked me to collect all the wrappers and give them to our master who will pay 3 dollars to me. If my mother were fine and could walk, she should have done this work by herself”.
“But it can be spared for any other day when weather would have been good”? he posed his concern in a low pitched voice.
“We’ve to do it every day. If a day is skipped, our life would be in danger. We will have nothing to eat”. The boy looked extinguished to him. His words were really hitting the depth of heart.
For a moment he thought to help that little kid. his heart started pushing him to give all the money to that innocent boy. “you’ve to buy chocolates! He has to fill his appetite. Just imagine dear! Who will be more beneficial? Nothing would be lost if you present these dollars to this boy”
After having some inner approvals, he got his wallet, picked those 10 dollars from it and handed over to the boy saying: “please! Go to your home and do not drop yourself in trouble by roaming on streets and gathering Shoppers”.
The boy with a smile on his face thanked him, prayed for him and went his way to home. While nothing had left behind, he started strolling back to his house thinking, how the nature has divided the people? There are some who doesn’t even have money to feed themselves and there are some who search ways to spend it.
he entered home. “Where my chocolates are”? Cried his sister.
“Apologies dear! But I couldn’t buy them for you”. he responded politely.
“But why”?
he narrated the whole story. “The boy needed those dollars more than us. It would be the food for his family’s 3 days. I promise, I’ll lend you your desires tomorrow.”
She smiled! “No! no! no need to be saddened. You did well by helping that boy and you’ll be rewarded for it”.
#review