#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
If I fill scars with poetry
Will you help me to bleed .. If I break today will hold me tomorrow
and never leave
If I cry and my tears flood Ur skin
Will you dry them with your eyes ,
If you see everything I'm carrying Will you run
Or stand like a tree If the softest part
Are as fragile as butterflies wings
Will you still want to breathe me in
Do you think broken is beautiful
because I'm broken into million pieces like a KALEIDOSCOPE 🖤
#Anchal
#review
Will you help me to bleed .. If I break today will hold me tomorrow
and never leave
If I cry and my tears flood Ur skin
Will you dry them with your eyes ,
If you see everything I'm carrying Will you run
Or stand like a tree If the softest part
Are as fragile as butterflies wings
Will you still want to breathe me in
Do you think broken is beautiful
because I'm broken into million pieces like a KALEIDOSCOPE 🖤
#Anchal
#review
Hi everybody! I think I have just written my first HAIKU. If anyone is familiar with this kind of poem, please let me know if am I in the right way. Thanks in advance.
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
The dawn is quiet.
Waken from a peaceful sleep,
energy springs up.
Coffee in the cup.
A fresh waft scent in the air.
A bright sunny day.
Excited to go
out for a leisurely stroll
along the seaside.
Twilight, when the day
and night comes into balance.
Light has gone away.
At night, time to stop,
to rest and regenerate.
Withdraw from duties.
Midnight, the first breath
of the new day arises
into full darkness.
Like that, life is now
renewed continuously
every single day.
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
The dawn is quiet.
Waken from a peaceful sleep,
energy springs up.
Coffee in the cup.
A fresh waft scent in the air.
A bright sunny day.
Excited to go
out for a leisurely stroll
along the seaside.
Twilight, when the day
and night comes into balance.
Light has gone away.
At night, time to stop,
to rest and regenerate.
Withdraw from duties.
Midnight, the first breath
of the new day arises
into full darkness.
Like that, life is now
renewed continuously
every single day.
Life is ample of up-downs,
Life is an ambivalence
Ample of prosperity,
Ample of darkness,
Sometimes you languish,
Sometimes you surge,
Eternity is trickling,
Eternity donot halt for everyone,
Dwell every moment of vitality,
Everyone accomplishes a misstep,
Comprehend from oversights,
Let go of the yore,
Render the existing generously,
Discover trivial prosperity,
Later you will recollect every eternity,
Donot know what destiny wields?
Donot know what will transpire forthwith and furthermore?
Vitality is unpredictable,
Just live every moment,
Later you donot regret,
Eliminate toxicity from your spirit,
Be robust to face everything,
Value folk those who virtue you,
Be sure to discern between phony and genuine,
Be sure to discern tenderness and lust,
You may have numerous routes to seize,
Prefer one wisely,
Oversee vitality without remorses,
Grudge and hatred destroy folk,
Donot let ego curb your existence,
One day everyone will perish,
One day you will expire,
Life is speculative!
#review #poetry #ae
Life is an ambivalence
Ample of prosperity,
Ample of darkness,
Sometimes you languish,
Sometimes you surge,
Eternity is trickling,
Eternity donot halt for everyone,
Dwell every moment of vitality,
Everyone accomplishes a misstep,
Comprehend from oversights,
Let go of the yore,
Render the existing generously,
Discover trivial prosperity,
Later you will recollect every eternity,
Donot know what destiny wields?
Donot know what will transpire forthwith and furthermore?
Vitality is unpredictable,
Just live every moment,
Later you donot regret,
Eliminate toxicity from your spirit,
Be robust to face everything,
Value folk those who virtue you,
Be sure to discern between phony and genuine,
Be sure to discern tenderness and lust,
You may have numerous routes to seize,
Prefer one wisely,
Oversee vitality without remorses,
Grudge and hatred destroy folk,
Donot let ego curb your existence,
One day everyone will perish,
One day you will expire,
Life is speculative!
#review #poetry #ae
The Seven layered gown
Out of the bohemian Volkswagen
Popped a stage with ethnic drapes
The far-famed six-layered gown
Exhibits, at a 40 bucks ticket rate
Countless crowded in
The Magnum opus begins
Curtains open
The cosmetic wearer with bleached skin
Was going to lift each layer in every five spins
The fore reminded me of the tucked-in floral bedsheets
5 fast spins
Second had white flamingos perished from the hunger of crustaceans
5 faster spins
Third spun like a motion-picture viewed through a kinetoscope
5 faster spins
Fourth had koi carps dancing in the great waves off Kanagawa
5 faster spins
Fifth premiered an ancient epic that my parents always wanted to impart
5 fastest spins
The hypnotic sixth, gleaming, binding all the audience in a turquoise dream
But,
In this turquoise dream, right when I was about to live an eternal phantasy
A thought of that tragical face, broke it all with an overwhelming ecstasy
I saw
Below the wizardly layers, from her chest to her hips
A pattern of bleeding whip marks and wolf rips
Curtains closed
I asked the ticket collector about the understated seventh layer she wore
He grinned and said, "gimme twenty-ten-five, 35 bucks
More."
#review #poetry #highestllama
Out of the bohemian Volkswagen
Popped a stage with ethnic drapes
The far-famed six-layered gown
Exhibits, at a 40 bucks ticket rate
Countless crowded in
The Magnum opus begins
Curtains open
The cosmetic wearer with bleached skin
Was going to lift each layer in every five spins
The fore reminded me of the tucked-in floral bedsheets
5 fast spins
Second had white flamingos perished from the hunger of crustaceans
5 faster spins
Third spun like a motion-picture viewed through a kinetoscope
5 faster spins
Fourth had koi carps dancing in the great waves off Kanagawa
5 faster spins
Fifth premiered an ancient epic that my parents always wanted to impart
5 fastest spins
The hypnotic sixth, gleaming, binding all the audience in a turquoise dream
But,
In this turquoise dream, right when I was about to live an eternal phantasy
A thought of that tragical face, broke it all with an overwhelming ecstasy
I saw
Below the wizardly layers, from her chest to her hips
A pattern of bleeding whip marks and wolf rips
Curtains closed
I asked the ticket collector about the understated seventh layer she wore
He grinned and said, "gimme twenty-ten-five, 35 bucks
More."
#review #poetry #highestllama
Let me in
Oh u girl,u so pretty & sweet
You've been running in my head day & night,
You've been driving me insane,
You're not going out of my brain.
I've been trying hard to figure out what makes u so unique,
Trying hard to figure out what caused my silent feelings to speak.
The way u walk takes my breath away,
The way u smile,the way u look at me makes me feel to die for u for yet another day
Just like a ray of hope u came in,
I try hard not to but infront of your
grandeur I end up giving in.
Let me leave an impression of mine over your heart,
Which u wouldn't be able to erase even if u try hard.
It's not about losing it's not about winning
It's not about repenting it's not about sinning.
Through the narrow cracks in your heart just let me in
That day I'd enclose u in me from within.
Let me in,let me in.....
#review #San
Oh u girl,u so pretty & sweet
You've been running in my head day & night,
You've been driving me insane,
You're not going out of my brain.
I've been trying hard to figure out what makes u so unique,
Trying hard to figure out what caused my silent feelings to speak.
The way u walk takes my breath away,
The way u smile,the way u look at me makes me feel to die for u for yet another day
Just like a ray of hope u came in,
I try hard not to but infront of your
grandeur I end up giving in.
Let me leave an impression of mine over your heart,
Which u wouldn't be able to erase even if u try hard.
It's not about losing it's not about winning
It's not about repenting it's not about sinning.
Through the narrow cracks in your heart just let me in
That day I'd enclose u in me from within.
Let me in,let me in.....
#review #San
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
DREAM AND BE HAPPY
I woke up swiftly,
soaking wet, breathing shortly,
bewildered and lost.
A mix of dream and
reality not yet clear.
It makes me wonder.
Life can be taken
from us at any moment.
I'm indeed frightened.
Should I dread it or
use it to motivate me?
Do I have a choice?
I really think
that here and now is the time
to do and be good.
To live is to dream
one dream after another.
All an illusion.
Only the value
given to every minute
counts as happiness.
DREAM AND BE HAPPY
I woke up swiftly,
soaking wet, breathing shortly,
bewildered and lost.
A mix of dream and
reality not yet clear.
It makes me wonder.
Life can be taken
from us at any moment.
I'm indeed frightened.
Should I dread it or
use it to motivate me?
Do I have a choice?
I really think
that here and now is the time
to do and be good.
To live is to dream
one dream after another.
All an illusion.
Only the value
given to every minute
counts as happiness.