Why do we haunt you, you ask?

Because we pay back the deed. The deed of the blade you used to carve a smile on our faces.

A smile we never asked for.

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Author's note: This is from a pumpkin's point of view on Halloween night

I hope

I hope one day u realise that how lovely u look,
When u carry that simple look.
U don't need make up or any filters bae,
Cuz you're special in a different way.
I hope one day u realise that the love and care you're seeking for in others,
I'm the one to end your hunt and also the one to protect u from those lightening and thunders.


I hope one day u realise that how much efforts I put in just to bring a smile on your face,
To fulfill all your dreams I'm always on the chase.
I hope one day u realise that seeing u sad,
Makes me feel extremely disheartened and bad.


I hope one day u realise that when u say those lies,
It breaks me from within and the poor soul cries.
I hope one day u realise that when you're close to me,your touch how it feels
Wounds & cuts,if any heals.
I hope one day u realise that you're the most important person of my life,
Someone whom I wanna see as my wife.

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#poem

I watched
From the earth...
You moon bright;
When i desired to get you
distant was more:
We will never meet
like day and the night;
If I'm the flowing wave
you aren't the shore.

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Heartbreak

Lately something terrible happened that gave me cuts deep & painful,
I was low,my soul was aching
I was howling,my body was shaking.

All & all I can't express that feeling,
The very thought of that horrible incident got me reeling,
My heart was crushed & those cuts were barely healing.

All my agonies & sorrows I never wanted to reveal,
I tried my best but for long wasn't able to conceal.

All those facts & truths were untold & unspoken,
Like a piece of glass delicate & fragile my heart was carelessly handled & finally broken.

'Twas quite difficult to recollect those millions & billions pieces of my heart to bring back to its original shape,
'Twas quite difficult to bring back to life those good old memories which were already buried in the grave.

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#San

JAR OF ROSES

No words running through my mind
I feel lost and confused beyond imagination
It was short of anything I could expect
Walking from door to door like a clueless monk

I don’t want to revenge but have the motive to,
Restless I am and the world seems to be clocking backwards,
Anything I come across could tell of the rage in my bloody eyes.
“Don’t hurt me” the lock whispered as I lay my fingers

I want a solution to this dilemma but am
Short of time and room to be creative.
Broken into a thousand particles that can never relived.
This heart shaped vase is the last thing I ever wanted to loose.

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If we never met again

If we never met again,
The dreams we once saw together,the future plans we made would all go in vain.

Maybe I'd listen to a sad song while lying back on my chair,
Or sob for hours holding your photo in my hands while lying down on the stair.

I'd produce the lesser out of me,
When u aren't there no longer with me.
I'd crave for felicity,
I'd crave for tranquility.

Maybe it's your beautiful face that would appear everywhere,
Maybe in your hunt I'd wander here and there.

Maybe I'd held myself guilty for our separation,
And harm myself or damage things out of frustration.

Maybe I'd do anything & everything that sounds weird,
Just to have me with u,even the things which I once feared.

Maybe remembering u day in & day out I'd get loud hiccups,
Maybe I'd think it's u on the phone every time anyone calls me up.
💔

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#San

#review #shortstory #Freenix
Title: Conium Maculatum
Eternally wrapped in the solace of time, you seized my soul and pushed me to the mirror maze of life. These infinitesimal moments of empty togetherness brings me a feeling of desolation and agony. Oh Life! Why do I seek thy shelter when I know you aren’t my home? Let me go to my true home; that is where I find my harmony.

Delbert Shokem held back for a moment and took a deep breath. His hollow brown eyes gazed at the words he scribbled in distress. His brows shrunk as he felt a lump in his throat when he tried to summon his calmness amid a chaotic mind charging at him like a raging bull trying to gore a matador.

The man reassuring himself that his words would be read fairly someday by the children of Minerva, the goddess of wisdom, he trampled his anguish and resumed writing. Against all fears, doubts, and apprehension, he wrote -

It’s agonising to see my resolution go in vain. They are rigid; my students. Their obstinate determination to neglect the pattern brings an insurmountable rage and angst in me. All I want is to guide them. But they think I have severe apophenia. They want me confined by these walls out of fear. I am no phantom. The real ones lurk outside. I am a free man they can't confine.

Delbert stopped writing and placed his untiring pen down, leaning back on his chair. He looked around with his retired eyes and saw a bed in the corner of the room waiting for him with its arms wide open. Aside from the old bed and the wooden chair, the room had a table with a paper and a pen on it, a lamp, an analogue clock without numbers for the numerophobic man, and a pot of water in the dimly lit patient room of the Mental-health Institute & Neuroscience Department.

Being seated on his chair, Delbert looked upwards, facing the roof as he closed his eyes to drift deep down his thoughts for a moment. A slow smile worked its way across his face, gradually turning into a laugh, and then, a maniacal laugh heard through the corridors of the hospital.

Professor Delbert was a renowned ethnobotany researcher, known to be a prudent man with an intriguing countenance. His stubbly grey beard, shaggy hair, chiseled visage, and perspicacious personality had earned him a stellar reputation among his peers. His alluring brown eyes mesmerised anyone who attempted to look into those depths of the Marianna trench for the untold secrets hidden within them. While he remained a well respected science faculty, his critics occasionally complained of the professor digressing from the subjects being discussed to bizarre concepts that made no sense. It remained a trivial concern until one day when he let those secrets out to his students.

It was a sunny afternoon in April when Professor Delbert was with his class explaining about a poisonous plant that had the properties to cause severe manic depression and death in human beings. In the middle of the session, he found his thoughts drifting towards a disturbing, dark alley.


He abruptly stopped his lecture and stood completely silent for a while. An air of melancholy clouded his mind as his countenance changed to that of a man who had witnessed the doomsday befell upon humanity right in front of his eyes.

‘What do you truly seek?' inquired the professor with a loud tone as he narrowed his eyes and leaned forward towards the students expressing his inquisitiveness.

The instantaneous change in the professor’s manner of speech and countenance alarmed the students of the Castaspel Institute of Technology & Think Academy.

‘Please don't be intimidated, students,' pleaded the professor. 'I've been speaking to some university members about invisible patterns all around us and requesting them to be a part of my enlightening process. For reasons unclear to me, they seem to expostulate. They find it juvenile to believe that there is any conspiracy being hatched by this universe against humankind. This is what I would be discussing with you all.

When I looked at u for the first time,
Damn it was truly a magical moment and everything started to rhyme.
Never saw a girl so pretty,
Kind,lively and a personality so witty.

Took my breath away your million dollar smile,
Many would've been reported dead if u just blushed for a while.
You're like a beautiful rose,
My love for u isn't a pose.

If u were a song I'd listen to it on repeat,
I can't survive without u cuz u being the heartbeat.
If I'm the Sun then you're the ray,
If I'm in pain then you're the relief spray.

I wish to take u to heaven and make the angels there jealous by your presence,
I can't imagine my life in your absence.
I wish to take u into the depths of the oceans and explore the underwater world,
If you're the book then I'm a nerd.

I know that we had some misunderstandings in the past,
But I promise that it would be the last.
The last time I'd apologise,
Cuz after that never again gonna give u the chance to compromise.

I'd climb every mountain and swim every sea,
Just to make u smile,no one could love u more than me.
You're a precious gift from god to me all except are lies,
My love for u is even beyond the skies.


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#San

#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry

THE GUTS TO BE ALONE WITH YOU

Lonely day.
Naught beyond thought.
A secluded critter,
merely talking to the inner self.
I can barely figure out
my own feelings.

The day seems longer.
Regardless of aught I do or say,
things remain unshaken.
Life passes by and time
slips through the fingers
as a trickle of a stream.

The mind wanders and imagines
in a blow, how life can have a sweet taste.
I hear the speed of the wind,
I stop and breathe. I sit to see whatever
the sight may reach. I smell the garden's balm.
The enchanting spring blossom flourishes.

I grab this unique chance of solitude. I dive deep inside and discover the greatness of being
in touch with all one's nature. The twilight came,
and I don´t want to go back. Wherever it take me,
there are no ends into nothingness.

It Ends
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It was all dark and white
Burning my eyes and soul
It was the dismissal of my existence
In the face of life by all

The Sun rises and sets
The day goes by
But the hollowness inside me
Eats me alive

It feels as if I see a murderer
Whenever I see in the mirror
I am the one who ruined my life
Others are only the executioners

I have no one to talk
Not even to myself
Because I know the weight of truth
The truth that buries you alive

I have tightened the knot around my neck
I am about to leave the Chair
Its ends here, this poem is my life’s memoir
Good bye.

I asked myself
A question
Why I didn't cry
That day when you said
He's no more
Why was I so calm
That I almost felt
Awkward
To be not crying

And I asked myself
A question
Why I didn't cry
When you hugged me tight
Thinking of my pain
Crying in grief
And I was weirdly
Chill

And I asked myself
A question
Why I didn't cry
When I was all around
Distressed souls
Crying for a lost soul
And I was wandering around
Craving for a few snacks

And I asked myself
A question
Why I didn't cry
When I watered the path
Around the body
And walked around
The path of confusion

And I asked myself
A question
Why I didn't cry
When I set the fire
To the body
And Everyone said their
Last goodbyes
But I still tried
To make my eyes wet
While confused as
To stand close or far
From the scorching heat

And I asked myself
A question
Why I didn't cry
When I faked to stand
A little longer
Kept trying to force those tears
Out of my eyes
But they still won't come
And I still won't move

And I asked myself
Was there no love
Among all those years
Or was there no emotion
In those memories
I still talk about
Or was I shocked that damn hard?
That it made me numb

Author's note - This is an experience of me in 8th Standard and my first try to express that experience into words 😅

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#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry

THE GUTS TO BE ALONE WITH YOU

Lonely day.
Naught beyond thought.
A secluded critter,
merely talking to the inner self.
I can barely figure out
my own feelings.

The day seems longer.
Regardless of aught I do or say,
things remain unshaken.
Life passes by and time
slips through the fingers
as a trickle of a stream.

The mind wanders and imagines
in a blow, how life can have a sweet taste.
I hear the speed of the wind,
I stop and breathe. I sit to see whatever
the sight may reach. I smell the garden's balm.
The enchanting spring blossom flourishes.

I grab this unique chance of solitude. I dive deep inside and discover the greatness of being
in touch with all one's nature. The twilight came,
and I don´t want to go back. Wherever it takes me,
there are no ends into nothingness.

This pain is not like the one I felt the last time you left.
That pain was excrutiating,
piercing,
unbearable.
It made me bend, crumble, crawl...
It isolated me from everyone
and left me bleeding to death the second you slammed the door.
That pain was like a lethal poison:
it killed me instantly.

But this time my body is not bleeding
because this pain feels different.
This is a numbing pain,
the kind that does not make you cry,
the kind that is not evident,
that does not show.
But this kind is the worst of all
because it kills slowly.
It silently rips me apart and no one notices.
It can even resemble a smile
but it mutilates me inside.

You left and you took everything with you.
Except for the pain,
mild or intense
it does not matter.
Pain is the only thing you always leave me
as a souvenir of your presence here.

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Close to my heart

Everything I look at like the day's Sun,the wrinkled logs lying at the hearth,the sparkling red apples hanging from the branches of tree,
Makes me feel your essence in it as if you're never away rather always close to me.
Everything I hear to like the serene sounds of the running river,the cooing sounds of dove,
Are like an emblem of our immortal love.

Everything I touch like the chilled cubes of ice,the hot cup of tea,
Is like them trying to convey your message to me.
Everything I smell like the fumes of grilled ribs,the smell of fragrant créme brûlée & scented coffee,
Makes me feel as if those are the fragrances wearing what you're standing in front of me.
As if everything that exists over the brows of hills,across the landscapes,at the bottom of the sea,
Are like little boats that sails towards isles of yours that wait for me.

With the gust of breezes the corn crops elegantly waving high in the never ending grasslands,
Urges me to run far away with u across them holding your hands.
The beauty and grandeur of yours is beyond any imagination,
Makes me feel to amalgamate with u without any contradiction.

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#poem

Nature's attempt

Oceans making a loud cry,
For our unification.
Clouds in the never ending sky,
Serving for us as a permanent accommodation.

River flowing with great speeds,
On a long journey eager to accompany us till the end.
And the hills that pleads,
To let those two souls to perfectly blend.

Melodious sounds that fishes and birds continued to make,
As if conveying a message to never let that special bond to break.
Woods that bent sharply into the meadows,
Ready to provide us a shelter if the darkness further grows.

The Sun sank soon below the horizon,
As if signifying two souls that amalgamate to form one.
The two being,the earth and the sky,
Representing the two of us on the sly.


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#San :)

In the pit of your mind resides too many worlds.

Storming, clashing and screaming of what they are made of;

Words.

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(These are first few lines of a novel on COVID-19)

The clock striked thirteen. This was just another cold night in December 2019. And something that would make the humans fear their existence was about to arrive.

The day it started- December 30, 2019:

A mysterious pneumonia-like disease spread like blazing fire in a dry wooden forest. And little did anyone knew that what started an extinguishable fire will hunt down everyone competent of dousing it.

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I don’t bother her because I don’t come home this way more often. It was among those days when I had to run to the government offices for an approval of my project; after college, once a week. And as you may know how fast and efficient these offices work, I had almost swore myself to stop bothering them from the next week while on my way to home. But a loud music filling the atmosphere grabbed my attention. It was an old song which made me wonder. Amazing that who would play such lively classical music that loud in the era of insipid music which gives a tough fight to what's called noise; even at low volume! I noticed it was played on the way to my home. Near the speaker, a tight rope was tied strong between wooden poles and a little girl walking on it like nothing! Her small arms were holding another large stick; with the help of which she was balancing herself on the rope. Something you usually see in a circus done by professionals was what this little girl was doing. Her mother was standing still near to it with a piece of clothing spread on the ground with some notes and coins on it. Well, their clothes already spoke their story out loud but the noise of the crowd busy with their own thing seems to have suppressed it. And even though the loud speaker was a last scream to make people listen; that too was failing. It is sad that I chose to become a part of the crowd.

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Note: this is a part of the story I'm writing. Any sort of criticism is welcome.

"Parallel's unparallel tale"

Finally, they both saw eachother.
But before they meet, both could already tell that there was a monster coming towards them. the smell of blood was etched in their swords. The raw hunger in their eyes had become a permanent trait that revolt against the nature. They both stop at a distance to give a last chance of escape to anything between them. The clouds , the air, even the life lost it's voice as they touched their swords. The black clouds that rumbles on everything in existence, tightly shut their mouths . As they pulled out their swords, both of their nature got reflected by it, in the whole area, the shiniest object in the forest. As the swords kept it shine while blinding the sun, they leap towards eachother, clouds bursts in exclaimed and the thunder striked the earth but before it could even reach the ground, it was over.
Now their backs are facing eachother, the result of the battle seperated the whole forest in two groups, everything wanted to know who won. Their backs are still facing eachother, they both slowly turns and gazed at eachother.
They both understood that they were eachother's conclusion,
But the story was yet to be written, so they both take a deep look at eachother and in their minds they bowed to eachother's teacher, now they were ready to swallow the utter shame, and slowly put their swords back, as the first time in their life their swords felt heavy.
The strangled life in the forest started to revive as they move farther and farther away.

END
while writing a story, sometimes it's really hard to truly depict the surroundings and what's going on beside our characters it's one of my weaker aspects in writing so i tried something here, hope you all can give me some tips.

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#Einstestine

"Parallel's unparallel tale"

Finally, they both saw eachother.
But before they meet, both could already tell that there was a monster coming towards them. the smell of blood was etched in their swords. The raw hunger in their eyes had become a permanent trait that revolt against the nature. They both stop at a distance to give a last chance of escape to anything between them. The clouds , the air, even the life lost it's voice as they touched their swords. The black clouds that rumbles on everything in existence, tightly shut their mouths . As they pulled out their swords, both of their nature got reflected by it, in the whole area, the shiniest object in the forest. As the swords kept it shine while blinding the sun, they leap towards eachother, clouds bursts in exclaimed and the thunder striked the earth but before it could even reach the ground, it was over.
Now their backs are facing eachother, the result of the battle seperated the whole forest in two groups, everything wanted to know who won. Their backs are still facing eachother, they both slowly turns and gazed at eachother.They both understood that they were eachother's conclusion,
But the story was yet to be written, so they both took a deep look at eachother and in their minds they bowed to eachother's teacher, now they were ready to swallow the utter shame, and slowly put their swords back, as the first time in their life their swords felt heavy.

The strangled life in the forest started to revive as they move farther and farther away.

END
while writing a story, sometimes it's really hard to truly depict the surroundings and what's going on beside our characters it's one of my weaker aspects in writing so i tried something here, hope you all can give me some tips.

#review #microtale
#Einstestine