#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.
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.
#review #poetry #meredith
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.
#review #poetry #meredith
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.
#review #San
#poem
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.
#review #San
#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.
#review #poem
#San :)
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.
#review #poem
#San :)
(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.
#review #thenovel #Anu
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.
#review #thenovel #Anu
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.
#review #djb #prose
Note: this is a part of the story I'm writing. Any sort of criticism is welcome.
#review #djb #prose
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.
#review #microtale
#Einstestine
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.
#review #microtale
#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
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
The Price is Paid
#Abhijit #review #poem
It was in my arms he had died full of blood and gore
It was in my arms that he kept his head to close his eyes, black and sore
The same arms which helped him at times of trouble
And times change, now he is just a rubble
It was a war on both sides of the world
It was war with men out
And war inside between heart and brain
It was as if I was not going to believe that he was long dead.
We were like brothers only from different wombs
We were like each other’s hair and comb.
Life was joyful full of dreams
Curiosity to go in search for the unknown
Then came the war with a whip in its hand
Showing the reality and its fangs
Like a snake it crumbled the nation under its force
It was the moment when we had thin black patches of mustache and our voices just turned hoarse
War, a price paid for peace
Peace of sunken eyes and diseased bodies
Price is paid by the salty water from the eyes of the dearly
Price paid for the coming posterity
The Price is paid but the debt always remains
#Abhijit #review #poem
It was in my arms he had died full of blood and gore
It was in my arms that he kept his head to close his eyes, black and sore
The same arms which helped him at times of trouble
And times change, now he is just a rubble
It was a war on both sides of the world
It was war with men out
And war inside between heart and brain
It was as if I was not going to believe that he was long dead.
We were like brothers only from different wombs
We were like each other’s hair and comb.
Life was joyful full of dreams
Curiosity to go in search for the unknown
Then came the war with a whip in its hand
Showing the reality and its fangs
Like a snake it crumbled the nation under its force
It was the moment when we had thin black patches of mustache and our voices just turned hoarse
War, a price paid for peace
Peace of sunken eyes and diseased bodies
Price is paid by the salty water from the eyes of the dearly
Price paid for the coming posterity
The Price is paid but the debt always remains
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
FLOATING OVER THE WAVES
The swimmer floats over sea waters
while the dazzling sunlight
scatters gold nuggets
on the crest of the waves.
The skyline view guides
the swimmer strokes
while he slides
in the rhythm of the waves.
Though surface stormy waters,
the ocean's dephts remain calm.
As your inner self should ever
endure in its deepest silence.
FLOATING OVER THE WAVES
The swimmer floats over sea waters
while the dazzling sunlight
scatters gold nuggets
on the crest of the waves.
The skyline view guides
the swimmer strokes
while he slides
in the rhythm of the waves.
Though surface stormy waters,
the ocean's dephts remain calm.
As your inner self should ever
endure in its deepest silence.
It was a beautiful Day , the slow cold breeze shivered me a bit , I tucked myself inside the blanket
"Wake up sleepy head " mom said , as she slowly rolled her hand over my head
"5 more minutes" I replied while spooning with the pillow
I was falling sleep , Slowly but I can feel that. I wanted to sleep , just a little more..
"Ma'am we are sorry , we have lost him" Doctors replied my Mom
#review #Akshat
"Wake up sleepy head " mom said , as she slowly rolled her hand over my head
"5 more minutes" I replied while spooning with the pillow
I was falling sleep , Slowly but I can feel that. I wanted to sleep , just a little more..
"Ma'am we are sorry , we have lost him" Doctors replied my Mom
#review #Akshat
Yours is the most cutest smile,
A girl so simple and docile.
With eyes bluer than Pacific Ocean where I'd love to drown,
And face adorned with hairs reddish-brown,
Prolly one of the finest girls in the town.
Today I'll disclose all the emotions in my heart which ever arose,
You're like a medicine and I being the patient require a regular dose.
Words might fall short to describe your hairs gloss,
Thinking of losing u is my life's biggest loss.
U came in my life when I was low,
And filled my life with happiness.Won't ever leave u,I vow.
To all my problems there's a single solution,
It's only u babe you're my devotion,inspiration and admiration.
With nothing more to gain and nothing else to lose,
You're with me and only that matters the most,I'm your cupcake and you're my muse.
Being in your company,
Makes me forget all my sorrows and agony.
The only thing which I ever craved for,
And now I'm finally delighted to have found that true amor.
(Amor-Spanish term meaning love)
#review
#San
A girl so simple and docile.
With eyes bluer than Pacific Ocean where I'd love to drown,
And face adorned with hairs reddish-brown,
Prolly one of the finest girls in the town.
Today I'll disclose all the emotions in my heart which ever arose,
You're like a medicine and I being the patient require a regular dose.
Words might fall short to describe your hairs gloss,
Thinking of losing u is my life's biggest loss.
U came in my life when I was low,
And filled my life with happiness.Won't ever leave u,I vow.
To all my problems there's a single solution,
It's only u babe you're my devotion,inspiration and admiration.
With nothing more to gain and nothing else to lose,
You're with me and only that matters the most,I'm your cupcake and you're my muse.
Being in your company,
Makes me forget all my sorrows and agony.
The only thing which I ever craved for,
And now I'm finally delighted to have found that true amor.
(Amor-Spanish term meaning love)
#review
#San
Why forever don't last?
When someone enters in your life, you don't realise the importance of them until you know them, blend with them , share your feelings , hangout together. You realise how important that person becomes for you, when you want them to stay forever . You know what you can do for them to stay with you and cross boundaries whenever or wherever required. You keep on doing the same and same even if the person doesn't reciprocate sometimes but you decide to stay, you get used to it, but don't detach because that's the person you want to keep forever.
You might hear many things about them but if just doesn't affect you . you just care about your forever.
Once you start getting bored like a normal human beings it doesn't really matter if that forever stays , you just move on with what's happening without planning to return. If situation does occur, you fall for your forever person all over again.
You should live in the present with what you have , and cherish every moment, nurture what comes in your way and handle present well because.
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❤️FOREVER IS A LIE; EVEN ROMEO HAD TO DIE
#review
#Anchal
When someone enters in your life, you don't realise the importance of them until you know them, blend with them , share your feelings , hangout together. You realise how important that person becomes for you, when you want them to stay forever . You know what you can do for them to stay with you and cross boundaries whenever or wherever required. You keep on doing the same and same even if the person doesn't reciprocate sometimes but you decide to stay, you get used to it, but don't detach because that's the person you want to keep forever.
You might hear many things about them but if just doesn't affect you . you just care about your forever.
Once you start getting bored like a normal human beings it doesn't really matter if that forever stays , you just move on with what's happening without planning to return. If situation does occur, you fall for your forever person all over again.
You should live in the present with what you have , and cherish every moment, nurture what comes in your way and handle present well because.
.
.
.
❤️FOREVER IS A LIE; EVEN ROMEO HAD TO DIE
#review
#Anchal
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
LIFE IS INEFFABLE
Grown-ups forgot how to handle
time, but the children since the cradle
make each and every moment unforgettable
Grown-ups waste valuable
time struggling against the uncontrollable
letting go of the remarkable
moments which shall never be returnable
Grown-ups are so vulnerable
as fish in a water puddle.
Trapped into themselves, unable
to explore the life beauties in its whole
Grown-ups refuse to be humble
in face of their inevitable
weaknesses, which shall be resiliently acceptable
as death is predictably unavoidable.
LIFE IS INEFFABLE
Grown-ups forgot how to handle
time, but the children since the cradle
make each and every moment unforgettable
Grown-ups waste valuable
time struggling against the uncontrollable
letting go of the remarkable
moments which shall never be returnable
Grown-ups are so vulnerable
as fish in a water puddle.
Trapped into themselves, unable
to explore the life beauties in its whole
Grown-ups refuse to be humble
in face of their inevitable
weaknesses, which shall be resiliently acceptable
as death is predictably unavoidable.
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
LIFE IS INEFFABLE
Grown-ups forgot how to handle
time, but the children since the cradle
make each and every moment unforgettable
Grown-ups waste valuable
time struggling against the uncontrollable
letting go of the remarkable
moments which shall never be returnable
Grown-ups are so vulnerable
as fish in a water puddle.
Trapped into themselves, unable
to explore the life beauties in its whole
Grown-ups refuse to be humble
in face of their inevitable
weaknesses, which shall be resiliently acceptable
as death is predictably unavoidable.
LIFE IS INEFFABLE
Grown-ups forgot how to handle
time, but the children since the cradle
make each and every moment unforgettable
Grown-ups waste valuable
time struggling against the uncontrollable
letting go of the remarkable
moments which shall never be returnable
Grown-ups are so vulnerable
as fish in a water puddle.
Trapped into themselves, unable
to explore the life beauties in its whole
Grown-ups refuse to be humble
in face of their inevitable
weaknesses, which shall be resiliently acceptable
as death is predictably unavoidable.
Inferno
The night came burning,
Like violet inferno.
It’s Flames of darkness pitched the world black.
we sang for light,
Little did we know
The merriment of quiet
The serene slumber
Of the haste
Yes, our restless souls kept leaping
Never at ease even with ourselves.
Perhaps we could find
The dead calm in each other?
Let’s the search for it in the nights,
of violet inferno
And purple water
#MX #review #poetry
The night came burning,
Like violet inferno.
It’s Flames of darkness pitched the world black.
we sang for light,
Little did we know
The merriment of quiet
The serene slumber
Of the haste
Yes, our restless souls kept leaping
Never at ease even with ourselves.
Perhaps we could find
The dead calm in each other?
Let’s the search for it in the nights,
of violet inferno
And purple water
#MX #review #poetry
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
WHILE YOU QUIBBLE, LIFE GOES BY
Why there is ever
an if and only if
arises in the end, every time
action is expected.
One always has a petty
objection, even if
it is a trivial matter
or a meaningless point.
A hollow discussion
is a waste of time, if
one wants to know the meaning
of enjoying his fleeting time.
Even on a sunny day
when one is delighted
there is an if.
I would go if it wasn't so hot.
When one is upset
and, it is raining outside
there is an if.
I would go if it wasn't so wet.
The moon doesn't care about it,
no matter if
its the beginning or its the end,
it just keeps on whirling and
sticking to its orbit.
People have learned to depend
on fixed patterns, and if
it is uncomfortable, they lock
themselves on a vicious circle.
To live joyfully one needs
to get rid of the ifs
and escape from the vicious circle, then
will be able to find himself again.
WHILE YOU QUIBBLE, LIFE GOES BY
Why there is ever
an if and only if
arises in the end, every time
action is expected.
One always has a petty
objection, even if
it is a trivial matter
or a meaningless point.
A hollow discussion
is a waste of time, if
one wants to know the meaning
of enjoying his fleeting time.
Even on a sunny day
when one is delighted
there is an if.
I would go if it wasn't so hot.
When one is upset
and, it is raining outside
there is an if.
I would go if it wasn't so wet.
The moon doesn't care about it,
no matter if
its the beginning or its the end,
it just keeps on whirling and
sticking to its orbit.
People have learned to depend
on fixed patterns, and if
it is uncomfortable, they lock
themselves on a vicious circle.
To live joyfully one needs
to get rid of the ifs
and escape from the vicious circle, then
will be able to find himself again.