#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.
.
.
.
❤️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.
#review #universe
Mumma??
Mumma????
Yes!
I don't wanna become this. I don't want to get trolled like others. I really don't want to live a disrespectful after life.....
No, you won't dear..
Mumma? Why can't i enlighten the path of others like i used to.
Why people afraid of our this form. Am i bad? Am i too much???
No, you're not my dear.
Than why people look at us with those expressions.
Its just Humans don't know your value yet,
Don't worry you'll became a good baby blackhole, now rest and concentrate on your energy
Mumma??
Mumma????
Yes!
I don't wanna become this. I don't want to get trolled like others. I really don't want to live a disrespectful after life.....
No, you won't dear..
Mumma? Why can't i enlighten the path of others like i used to.
Why people afraid of our this form. Am i bad? Am i too much???
No, you're not my dear.
Than why people look at us with those expressions.
Its just Humans don't know your value yet,
Don't worry you'll became a good baby blackhole, now rest and concentrate on your energy
Meeting with God.
- Shashwat Srivastava
Sometimes we forget to appreciate the value of a smile, a touch, or even love. It takes courage to stand forward, and applaud for little things that happen in our life.
Will a cheerful boy of five, he loved singing, dancing, learning , and a myriad of things which are common desires. There was a spark in the boy, his eyes carried a gentle feeling of love. Casting on one who lacks warmth .
He lived in a little house, the word "house" might not rightly describe his dwelling, it was a one room house we often address as "chawl". There was no separate kitchen or rooms, just a little palace in which his family of four lived.
We adjust to our surroundings be it a big mansion having halls as big as colonies or be it a sweet little place, where murmuring covers the bare silence, small rooms overshadow the big mansion like rooms.
The dwelling ground was the size of an average hall in middle class houses, it began with a door making a squealing ear-killing sound followed by a wall which was shattered by moisture, the ceiling was like a bent old man ready to collapse if the broken supporting pillars were removed.
The house was painted with blue -berry color, his house was on the first floor so one has to take a ride of iron ladders, climbing what many people sweat.
Will's mother was an ill tempered, pious looking lady with hairs combined with streaks of white and black. Working day and night had turned her pale skin dull and rough, wrinkles took the place of bright and big eyes . It was the nature of hard work that had turned her into an iron lady protected from any kind of danger, be it physical or mental.
Will, a sweet little boy, the one who believes everything that was told to him.The screams and yells of her mothers with some garnished slaps by his elder brother had left him only to one door, the door of god.
Begging was illegal in those days so he used to sell oyster and clams in the near market. His head was tiny compared to the weight they were used to carry. It was his daily schedule, To wake up at six - take the nourishment for the day , hear his mother bleat for some or the other reason and then to walk straight to the marketplace selling Oysters and clams.
He carried a wood knitted basket filled with crunchy coasters on his head, a bottle of white vinegar in his soft hands. He was always bound to earn something and then be back, father hardly you can call him that, he was another bastard, it was his religion to hit Will once a day.
Will went into the bustling marketplace crying,"Oysters,clams " in his honey like voice . His work was hard,still it never took away the smile he bore on his face, a cute countenance.
He indeed made a good sum after crying all day, it was only him and his mother who managed the bread and butter.Father Oh! His job was to lie and drink.
Whatever sum he made, he had a cute little piggy bank or you could say a treasure house he added coins to, he was too young to think of the matters that should have been processed in old heads.
In the market he had his tiny corner reserved,he brought a rag which acted as his grand mat for the entire day, it was only the part when his head had some rest from his -Mother -Father and so called brother. People visited his store with a smile, women often giving him a gentle touch and his tousled hair. He looked with his wonder-waiting eyes serving the oysters with vinegar.
The people around were gentler than you might have thought at least compared to his family. Looking at his weary condition some people paid more than the cost but all days are not the same you know! .Today was a day you would call a dull day, he hardly made anything .His stomach made a rumbling sound.He was tired of eating oysters, anyone on this earth can't bear the same item daily.
He took a step forward,he visited a nearby shop and bought a pocket full of potato chips and some orange juice. It had been ages he had tasted this!, his life was a poor picture of misery.
#shashwat #shortstory #review
- Shashwat Srivastava
Sometimes we forget to appreciate the value of a smile, a touch, or even love. It takes courage to stand forward, and applaud for little things that happen in our life.
Will a cheerful boy of five, he loved singing, dancing, learning , and a myriad of things which are common desires. There was a spark in the boy, his eyes carried a gentle feeling of love. Casting on one who lacks warmth .
He lived in a little house, the word "house" might not rightly describe his dwelling, it was a one room house we often address as "chawl". There was no separate kitchen or rooms, just a little palace in which his family of four lived.
We adjust to our surroundings be it a big mansion having halls as big as colonies or be it a sweet little place, where murmuring covers the bare silence, small rooms overshadow the big mansion like rooms.
The dwelling ground was the size of an average hall in middle class houses, it began with a door making a squealing ear-killing sound followed by a wall which was shattered by moisture, the ceiling was like a bent old man ready to collapse if the broken supporting pillars were removed.
The house was painted with blue -berry color, his house was on the first floor so one has to take a ride of iron ladders, climbing what many people sweat.
Will's mother was an ill tempered, pious looking lady with hairs combined with streaks of white and black. Working day and night had turned her pale skin dull and rough, wrinkles took the place of bright and big eyes . It was the nature of hard work that had turned her into an iron lady protected from any kind of danger, be it physical or mental.
Will, a sweet little boy, the one who believes everything that was told to him.The screams and yells of her mothers with some garnished slaps by his elder brother had left him only to one door, the door of god.
Begging was illegal in those days so he used to sell oyster and clams in the near market. His head was tiny compared to the weight they were used to carry. It was his daily schedule, To wake up at six - take the nourishment for the day , hear his mother bleat for some or the other reason and then to walk straight to the marketplace selling Oysters and clams.
He carried a wood knitted basket filled with crunchy coasters on his head, a bottle of white vinegar in his soft hands. He was always bound to earn something and then be back, father hardly you can call him that, he was another bastard, it was his religion to hit Will once a day.
Will went into the bustling marketplace crying,"Oysters,clams " in his honey like voice . His work was hard,still it never took away the smile he bore on his face, a cute countenance.
He indeed made a good sum after crying all day, it was only him and his mother who managed the bread and butter.Father Oh! His job was to lie and drink.
Whatever sum he made, he had a cute little piggy bank or you could say a treasure house he added coins to, he was too young to think of the matters that should have been processed in old heads.
In the market he had his tiny corner reserved,he brought a rag which acted as his grand mat for the entire day, it was only the part when his head had some rest from his -Mother -Father and so called brother. People visited his store with a smile, women often giving him a gentle touch and his tousled hair. He looked with his wonder-waiting eyes serving the oysters with vinegar.
The people around were gentler than you might have thought at least compared to his family. Looking at his weary condition some people paid more than the cost but all days are not the same you know! .Today was a day you would call a dull day, he hardly made anything .His stomach made a rumbling sound.He was tired of eating oysters, anyone on this earth can't bear the same item daily.
He took a step forward,he visited a nearby shop and bought a pocket full of potato chips and some orange juice. It had been ages he had tasted this!, his life was a poor picture of misery.
#shashwat #shortstory #review
Meeting with God.
- Shashwat Srivastava
Sometimes we forget to appreciate the value of a smile, a touch, or even love. It takes courage to stand forward, and applaud for little things that happen in our life.
Will a cheerful boy of five, he loved singing, dancing, learning , and a myriad of things which are common desires. There was a spark in the boy, his eyes carried a gentle feeling of love. Casting on one who lacks warmth .
He lived in a little house, the word "house" might not rightly describe his dwelling, it was a one room house we often address as "chawl". There was no separate kitchen or rooms, just a little palace in which his family of four lived.
We adjust to our surroundings be it a big mansion having halls as big as colonies or be it a sweet little place, where murmuring covers the bare silence, small rooms overshadow the big mansion like rooms.
The dwelling ground was the size of an average hall in middle class houses, it began with a door making a squealing ear-killing sound followed by a wall which was shattered by moisture, the ceiling was like a bent old man ready to collapse if the broken supporting pillars were removed.
The house was painted with blue -berry color, his house was on the first floor so one has to take a ride of iron ladders, climbing what many people sweat.
Will's mother was an ill tempered, pious looking lady with hairs combined with streaks of white and black. Working day and night had turned her pale skin dull and rough, wrinkles took the place of bright and big eyes . It was the nature of hard work that had turned her into an iron lady protected from any kind of danger, be it physical or mental.
Will, a sweet little boy, the one who believes everything that was told to him.The screams and yells of her mothers with some garnished slaps by his elder brother had left him only to one door, the door of god.
Begging was illegal in those days so he used to sell oyster and clams in the near market. His head was tiny compared to the weight they were used to carry. It was his daily schedule, To wake up at six - take the nourishment for the day , hear his mother bleat for some or the other reason and then to walk straight to the marketplace selling Oysters and clams.
He carried a wood knitted basket filled with crunchy coasters on his head, a bottle of white vinegar in his soft hands. He was always bound to earn something and then be back, father hardly you can call him that, he was another bastard, it was his religion to hit Will once a day.
Will went into the bustling marketplace crying,"Oysters,clams " in his honey like voice . His work was hard,still it never took away the smile he bore on his face, a cute countenance.
He indeed made a good sum after crying all day, it was only him and his mother who managed the bread and butter.Father Oh! His job was to lie and drink.
Whatever sum he made, he had a cute little piggy bank or you could say a treasure house he added coins to, he was too young to think of the matters that should have been processed in old heads.
In the market he had his tiny corner reserved,he brought a rag which acted as his grand mat for the entire day, it was only the part when his head had some rest from his -Mother -Father and so called brother. People visited his store with a smile, women often giving him a gentle touch and his tousled hair. He looked with his wonder-waiting eyes serving the oysters with vinegar.
The people around were gentler than you might have thought at least compared to his family. Looking at his weary condition some people paid more than the cost but all days are not the same you know! .Today was a day you would call a dull day, he hardly made anything .His stomach made a rumbling sound.He was tired of eating oysters, anyone on this earth can't bear the same item daily.
He took a step forward,he visited a nearby shop and bought a pocket full of potato chips and some orange juice. It had been ages he had tasted this!, his life was a poor picture of misery.
#shortstory #review #shashwat
- Shashwat Srivastava
Sometimes we forget to appreciate the value of a smile, a touch, or even love. It takes courage to stand forward, and applaud for little things that happen in our life.
Will a cheerful boy of five, he loved singing, dancing, learning , and a myriad of things which are common desires. There was a spark in the boy, his eyes carried a gentle feeling of love. Casting on one who lacks warmth .
He lived in a little house, the word "house" might not rightly describe his dwelling, it was a one room house we often address as "chawl". There was no separate kitchen or rooms, just a little palace in which his family of four lived.
We adjust to our surroundings be it a big mansion having halls as big as colonies or be it a sweet little place, where murmuring covers the bare silence, small rooms overshadow the big mansion like rooms.
The dwelling ground was the size of an average hall in middle class houses, it began with a door making a squealing ear-killing sound followed by a wall which was shattered by moisture, the ceiling was like a bent old man ready to collapse if the broken supporting pillars were removed.
The house was painted with blue -berry color, his house was on the first floor so one has to take a ride of iron ladders, climbing what many people sweat.
Will's mother was an ill tempered, pious looking lady with hairs combined with streaks of white and black. Working day and night had turned her pale skin dull and rough, wrinkles took the place of bright and big eyes . It was the nature of hard work that had turned her into an iron lady protected from any kind of danger, be it physical or mental.
Will, a sweet little boy, the one who believes everything that was told to him.The screams and yells of her mothers with some garnished slaps by his elder brother had left him only to one door, the door of god.
Begging was illegal in those days so he used to sell oyster and clams in the near market. His head was tiny compared to the weight they were used to carry. It was his daily schedule, To wake up at six - take the nourishment for the day , hear his mother bleat for some or the other reason and then to walk straight to the marketplace selling Oysters and clams.
He carried a wood knitted basket filled with crunchy coasters on his head, a bottle of white vinegar in his soft hands. He was always bound to earn something and then be back, father hardly you can call him that, he was another bastard, it was his religion to hit Will once a day.
Will went into the bustling marketplace crying,"Oysters,clams " in his honey like voice . His work was hard,still it never took away the smile he bore on his face, a cute countenance.
He indeed made a good sum after crying all day, it was only him and his mother who managed the bread and butter.Father Oh! His job was to lie and drink.
Whatever sum he made, he had a cute little piggy bank or you could say a treasure house he added coins to, he was too young to think of the matters that should have been processed in old heads.
In the market he had his tiny corner reserved,he brought a rag which acted as his grand mat for the entire day, it was only the part when his head had some rest from his -Mother -Father and so called brother. People visited his store with a smile, women often giving him a gentle touch and his tousled hair. He looked with his wonder-waiting eyes serving the oysters with vinegar.
The people around were gentler than you might have thought at least compared to his family. Looking at his weary condition some people paid more than the cost but all days are not the same you know! .Today was a day you would call a dull day, he hardly made anything .His stomach made a rumbling sound.He was tired of eating oysters, anyone on this earth can't bear the same item daily.
He took a step forward,he visited a nearby shop and bought a pocket full of potato chips and some orange juice. It had been ages he had tasted this!, his life was a poor picture of misery.
#shortstory #review #shashwat
The day u came
U came in like the rain from above,
Pouring down on my barren field enriching it with care & love.
Making my daisies & lilies to bloom,
Rescuing my fruits & flowers from their doom.
U came in like the fireworks that lit up the sky,
Lighting up my every corner of the heart leaving colourful impressions in my eye.
In Autumn u came in like the gust of cool breeze,
Shedding my tree's pale brown leaves to help it thrive with ease.
U came in like the rapid oceanic waves carrying a shipwrecked guy to the shore,
U came in like the Christmas Eve for me with gifts & happiness galore.
U came in like a lucky charm in my life,
U came in like the last ounce of oxygen keeping me alive.
#review #San
#poem
U came in like the rain from above,
Pouring down on my barren field enriching it with care & love.
Making my daisies & lilies to bloom,
Rescuing my fruits & flowers from their doom.
U came in like the fireworks that lit up the sky,
Lighting up my every corner of the heart leaving colourful impressions in my eye.
In Autumn u came in like the gust of cool breeze,
Shedding my tree's pale brown leaves to help it thrive with ease.
U came in like the rapid oceanic waves carrying a shipwrecked guy to the shore,
U came in like the Christmas Eve for me with gifts & happiness galore.
U came in like a lucky charm in my life,
U came in like the last ounce of oxygen keeping me alive.
#review #San
#poem
The day u came
U came in like the rain from above,
Pouring down on my barren field enriching it with care & love.
Making my daisies & lilies to bloom,
Rescuing my fruits & flowers from their doom.
U came in like the fireworks that lit up the sky,
Lighting up my every corner of the heart leaving colourful impressions in my eye.
In Autumn u came in like the gust of cool breeze,
Shedding my tree's pale brown leaves to help it thrive with ease.
U came in like the rapid oceanic waves carrying a shipwrecked guy to the shore,
U came in like the Christmas Eve for me with gifts & happiness galore.
U came in like a lucky charm in my life,
U came in like the last ounce of oxygen keeping me alive.
#review #San
#poem
U came in like the rain from above,
Pouring down on my barren field enriching it with care & love.
Making my daisies & lilies to bloom,
Rescuing my fruits & flowers from their doom.
U came in like the fireworks that lit up the sky,
Lighting up my every corner of the heart leaving colourful impressions in my eye.
In Autumn u came in like the gust of cool breeze,
Shedding my tree's pale brown leaves to help it thrive with ease.
U came in like the rapid oceanic waves carrying a shipwrecked guy to the shore,
U came in like the Christmas Eve for me with gifts & happiness galore.
U came in like a lucky charm in my life,
U came in like the last ounce of oxygen keeping me alive.
#review #San
#poem
If & only if
If & only if u had chosen me,
We would've climbed the highest of mountains & dived into the ocean's profound.
Always found me beside u never felt the need to search all around.
Gotten drunk in the night bars,
Spent time dancing & talking for hours.
Made castles out of sand by the sea,
If & only if u had chosen me.
I would've been the most loving guy one could ever be,
If & only if u had chosen me.
Given u happiness of my part,
Only if u gave me a little place in your heart.
It was way too hard but somehow I accepted the rejection,
The thing which kept me going was maybe towards u my affection.
Even now I pray for your success and happiness.
Slowly but steadily I overcame that madness,
Madness of making u mine,
U got me addicted like a bottle of wine.
#review
#poem
If & only if u had chosen me,
We would've climbed the highest of mountains & dived into the ocean's profound.
Always found me beside u never felt the need to search all around.
Gotten drunk in the night bars,
Spent time dancing & talking for hours.
Made castles out of sand by the sea,
If & only if u had chosen me.
I would've been the most loving guy one could ever be,
If & only if u had chosen me.
Given u happiness of my part,
Only if u gave me a little place in your heart.
It was way too hard but somehow I accepted the rejection,
The thing which kept me going was maybe towards u my affection.
Even now I pray for your success and happiness.
Slowly but steadily I overcame that madness,
Madness of making u mine,
U got me addicted like a bottle of wine.
#review
#poem
Loneliness is emptiness
Is when you are not alone but you feel so mad
Loneliness is not meaningless
It could kill a heart and could make you go bad
#review #thraichard #album
Is when you are not alone but you feel so mad
Loneliness is not meaningless
It could kill a heart and could make you go bad
#review #thraichard #album
#review #poem
" PI | 22/7 | 355/113 | π "
A number that I always fantasized,
It lies somewhere between 3 and 4,
But when I tried to calculate,
I had never seen such decimal before
But then I understood why,
As I was hit by a sad reality,
That this number is stricken by,
The vicious cycle of irrationality
Then out of sight, I saw a 1/pi,
Together they played a simple trick,
And to unglue them from this dilemma,
I used nothing but simple arithmetic
When apart, they've been lonely,
And I have figured out why,
To break free from this mortal bond,
Together, they did multiply!
" PI | 22/7 | 355/113 | π "
A number that I always fantasized,
It lies somewhere between 3 and 4,
But when I tried to calculate,
I had never seen such decimal before
But then I understood why,
As I was hit by a sad reality,
That this number is stricken by,
The vicious cycle of irrationality
Then out of sight, I saw a 1/pi,
Together they played a simple trick,
And to unglue them from this dilemma,
I used nothing but simple arithmetic
When apart, they've been lonely,
And I have figured out why,
To break free from this mortal bond,
Together, they did multiply!
~iwritesometimes
She is burning
She is fire
A tale never ending
Of endless desire
All the pain
Stored in her heart
Made her insane
Was tearing her apart
She was hundred letters
Now called as ash
She was a glass that shatters
With a thunddering smash
All the melancholy
Made it's way
Found a gully
To camouflage dismay
She was a rose
Protected by thorn
But she never rose
To fill her forlorn
Demons of chauvinism
Broke her pride
Fake display heroism
Shoved her aside
She was a freebird
With desire to reach height
She was a beautiful word
Penned with all might
People snatched her peace
Was forced to give up
All threads of her ease
Were then pulled up
She was a tale of hope
Now a saddening novel
She was tied with rope
Of popular disaproval
Grief they gave
To her endless
Made her slave
Of judgment reckless
She was a daring dreamer
Now burning in reality
She was a believer
Now victim of vanity
They made her resilient
By breaking her times
But her heart jubilant
Now no longer rhymes
She still breathes
But now in flames
She has a world beneath
Those saddening games
#Anchal
#review
She is fire
A tale never ending
Of endless desire
All the pain
Stored in her heart
Made her insane
Was tearing her apart
She was hundred letters
Now called as ash
She was a glass that shatters
With a thunddering smash
All the melancholy
Made it's way
Found a gully
To camouflage dismay
She was a rose
Protected by thorn
But she never rose
To fill her forlorn
Demons of chauvinism
Broke her pride
Fake display heroism
Shoved her aside
She was a freebird
With desire to reach height
She was a beautiful word
Penned with all might
People snatched her peace
Was forced to give up
All threads of her ease
Were then pulled up
She was a tale of hope
Now a saddening novel
She was tied with rope
Of popular disaproval
Grief they gave
To her endless
Made her slave
Of judgment reckless
She was a daring dreamer
Now burning in reality
She was a believer
Now victim of vanity
They made her resilient
By breaking her times
But her heart jubilant
Now no longer rhymes
She still breathes
But now in flames
She has a world beneath
Those saddening games
#Anchal
#review
Title : I'm sorry.
Again! Here I'm all shattered, hating myself for not being enough to say you sorry.
For all those craps that i did to quench my vanity.
I mistook you were a braggart and showy.
I don't know what's heck was going on my mind that's so silly.
Disparaged you and Offered you always misery,
Albeit you wanted to be my buddy.
But i was a real jerk and stormy.
You needed to reciprocate me badly
So, that i could learnt a lesson precisely,
To not bad mouthed someone aimlessely, .
If I say I will change myself truly,
I want to repair those cracks that i gave you purposely,
Want to say sorry to you ceaselessly.
What would be your reaction ?
Would you accept it or spurn it immediately?
#review #rks #poetry
P. S. Thoughts after I watched the anime" A Silent Voice ".
Again! Here I'm all shattered, hating myself for not being enough to say you sorry.
For all those craps that i did to quench my vanity.
I mistook you were a braggart and showy.
I don't know what's heck was going on my mind that's so silly.
Disparaged you and Offered you always misery,
Albeit you wanted to be my buddy.
But i was a real jerk and stormy.
You needed to reciprocate me badly
So, that i could learnt a lesson precisely,
To not bad mouthed someone aimlessely, .
If I say I will change myself truly,
I want to repair those cracks that i gave you purposely,
Want to say sorry to you ceaselessly.
What would be your reaction ?
Would you accept it or spurn it immediately?
#review #rks #poetry
P. S. Thoughts after I watched the anime" A Silent Voice ".
Loneliness is emptiness
Is when you are not alone but you feel so mad
Loneliness is not meaningless
It could kill a heart and could make you go bad
#review #thraichard #album
Is when you are not alone but you feel so mad
Loneliness is not meaningless
It could kill a heart and could make you go bad
#review #thraichard #album