#review
Internal
The future comes in scenes and quiet whispers. It comes in conflicting, confusing thoughts. I space out, detach and people ask what's going on.
Nothing.
Nothing yet.
Just a couple of scattered dots connected with imaginary lines. When you catch the beginning, the ending unfolds on its own. People leave too much evidence around. Average, average, second class criminals. It's better to come to terms with what we are, than pretend we are smarter than everyone else. Because at least then the chance of being caught might at least cross your mind, right? Courtesy of equality. It doesn't matter. It's apparent where it leads.
I always choose to play the fool. Why? Because what can I say? That I feel? What good has that ever done? It's not the best line of defence. Even worse for the prosecution. Senses are only useful in the off-chance you get to act on what they shock your system with.
"Guilty until proven innocent."
No wait, that's the other way around, isn't it?
The internal mess makes no sense and words are the only way to express it. As soon as sounds come out of the throat or the hand guides the pen, then the thesis rejects itself. The irrational trying to straighten out a path that's a roundabout in reality.
It's pointless, don't you think?
It's gone as soon as it happens. The feelings escape and abandon the fleshly vessel. And then there are only afterthoughts left.
I knew it.
I guessed.
My instincts rebelled.
I didn't listen.
Nobody did.
I pushed against everything from within, as time flipped to the final page. No surprises left. I read it too many times.
Sleepless nights, dreamless days. I used to dream. I don't want to anymore. I can't stand my own mind. There are only hopes that have been cast away into eternity. As far away from the present as possible. Too close to what's real. Too far away to be seen. But it felt real before it was. So when it finally happens, everyone gets to go their own way. And I get to stand on my own. Get to take it all in. I was right after all. And there is some satisfaction in that. And I get to beat myself up again. And maybe one day I'll learn.
Internal
The future comes in scenes and quiet whispers. It comes in conflicting, confusing thoughts. I space out, detach and people ask what's going on.
Nothing.
Nothing yet.
Just a couple of scattered dots connected with imaginary lines. When you catch the beginning, the ending unfolds on its own. People leave too much evidence around. Average, average, second class criminals. It's better to come to terms with what we are, than pretend we are smarter than everyone else. Because at least then the chance of being caught might at least cross your mind, right? Courtesy of equality. It doesn't matter. It's apparent where it leads.
I always choose to play the fool. Why? Because what can I say? That I feel? What good has that ever done? It's not the best line of defence. Even worse for the prosecution. Senses are only useful in the off-chance you get to act on what they shock your system with.
"Guilty until proven innocent."
No wait, that's the other way around, isn't it?
The internal mess makes no sense and words are the only way to express it. As soon as sounds come out of the throat or the hand guides the pen, then the thesis rejects itself. The irrational trying to straighten out a path that's a roundabout in reality.
It's pointless, don't you think?
It's gone as soon as it happens. The feelings escape and abandon the fleshly vessel. And then there are only afterthoughts left.
I knew it.
I guessed.
My instincts rebelled.
I didn't listen.
Nobody did.
I pushed against everything from within, as time flipped to the final page. No surprises left. I read it too many times.
Sleepless nights, dreamless days. I used to dream. I don't want to anymore. I can't stand my own mind. There are only hopes that have been cast away into eternity. As far away from the present as possible. Too close to what's real. Too far away to be seen. But it felt real before it was. So when it finally happens, everyone gets to go their own way. And I get to stand on my own. Get to take it all in. I was right after all. And there is some satisfaction in that. And I get to beat myself up again. And maybe one day I'll learn.
WHO YOU REALLY SEE
People have lived a unique period,
forced to wear masks as a way
of protecting themselves from an outward
enemy with scant liberty.
Maybe, no one has ever lived without masks. Who has never hidden
behind invisible veils, worried
about the prejudgment of others.
Along with the life, day after day,
we'll meet up with oodles of
people but very few
showing their true faces.
The vast majority is not brave
enough to show their true inner
or, perhaps, they don't even know
who they really are.
It's easier to live under the roles
imposed to us by life instead
of facing our real selves in a
pursue to uncover - Who am I really?
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
People have lived a unique period,
forced to wear masks as a way
of protecting themselves from an outward
enemy with scant liberty.
Maybe, no one has ever lived without masks. Who has never hidden
behind invisible veils, worried
about the prejudgment of others.
Along with the life, day after day,
we'll meet up with oodles of
people but very few
showing their true faces.
The vast majority is not brave
enough to show their true inner
or, perhaps, they don't even know
who they really are.
It's easier to live under the roles
imposed to us by life instead
of facing our real selves in a
pursue to uncover - Who am I really?
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
WHO YOU REALLY SEE
People have lived a unique period,
forced to wear masks as a way
of protecting themselves from an outward
enemy with scant liberty.
Maybe, no one has ever lived without masks. Who has never hidden
behind invisible veils, worried
about the prejudgment of others.
Along with the life, day after day,
we'll meet up with oodles of
people but very few
showing their true faces.
The vast majority is not brave
enough to show their true inner
or, perhaps, they don't even know
who they really are.
It's easier to live under the roles
imposed to us by life instead
of facing our real selves in a
pursue to uncover - Who am I really?
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
People have lived a unique period,
forced to wear masks as a way
of protecting themselves from an outward
enemy with scant liberty.
Maybe, no one has ever lived without masks. Who has never hidden
behind invisible veils, worried
about the prejudgment of others.
Along with the life, day after day,
we'll meet up with oodles of
people but very few
showing their true faces.
The vast majority is not brave
enough to show their true inner
or, perhaps, they don't even know
who they really are.
It's easier to live under the roles
imposed to us by life instead
of facing our real selves in a
pursue to uncover - Who am I really?
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
#review it seems reality you mentioned but we have to do the work by wearing mask .If we do not then you have not any worth so overall touched my feelings and have nice day
Fake Love
We seemed happy together but it was all a facade,
Sometimes a deep cut could be made without a sharp blade.
With no one there to my aid,
Those promises we once made just within a while seemed to fade.
We were tied together in a relationship with a loose knot,
The bleeding she caused could never clot.
She's out of my brain,
But her presence,like blood still flows in my vein.
Not easy to erase her from my heart,
Her betrayal was like a dart aimed towards the heart.
Again and again recalling all those memories while lying down on the bed,
Thinking instead of carrying that fake smile I'd rather be dead.
All alone left to bemoan,
Regretting on that seed of relationship which I once sown.
💔
#review #San
We seemed happy together but it was all a facade,
Sometimes a deep cut could be made without a sharp blade.
With no one there to my aid,
Those promises we once made just within a while seemed to fade.
We were tied together in a relationship with a loose knot,
The bleeding she caused could never clot.
She's out of my brain,
But her presence,like blood still flows in my vein.
Not easy to erase her from my heart,
Her betrayal was like a dart aimed towards the heart.
Again and again recalling all those memories while lying down on the bed,
Thinking instead of carrying that fake smile I'd rather be dead.
All alone left to bemoan,
Regretting on that seed of relationship which I once sown.
💔
#review #San
#review #poetry #cat
School days were best at concerts
and worst at exams
because exams made us vulnerable
to our fears of failure
and that is a fact!
The teachers yelled more than teach
because we were out of their league!
Eating in class became a die hard habit
and somedays we were even beaten for this!
As said, every child is unique,
so were we!!
Morning assembly was unbearable
so talented children dramatically fainted
and were excused one by one.
Poor acting skills
made some apply sunscreen to resist the ultraviolet heat!
Cheating was smuggling;
smuggling was illegal.
Performing the forbidden
was our hobby!
So we basically passed answer scripts unnoticeably.
The teacher's pet was the target of the masses;
It was cool when we used to rule!
Attitude of one could never be humiliated by the other.
If anyone insulted our group member
then no power on earth could spare them from our rage and thunder!
Studies were managed
and fun was heightened.
Talk about parks and swings!?
we had our playground on the last bench
with paper and pens!
The creation of paper planes
was an art of different kind.
Oh! Those were the days
that left an indelible trail
of memories carved on our spine!
School days were best at concerts
and worst at exams
because exams made us vulnerable
to our fears of failure
and that is a fact!
The teachers yelled more than teach
because we were out of their league!
Eating in class became a die hard habit
and somedays we were even beaten for this!
As said, every child is unique,
so were we!!
Morning assembly was unbearable
so talented children dramatically fainted
and were excused one by one.
Poor acting skills
made some apply sunscreen to resist the ultraviolet heat!
Cheating was smuggling;
smuggling was illegal.
Performing the forbidden
was our hobby!
So we basically passed answer scripts unnoticeably.
The teacher's pet was the target of the masses;
It was cool when we used to rule!
Attitude of one could never be humiliated by the other.
If anyone insulted our group member
then no power on earth could spare them from our rage and thunder!
Studies were managed
and fun was heightened.
Talk about parks and swings!?
we had our playground on the last bench
with paper and pens!
The creation of paper planes
was an art of different kind.
Oh! Those were the days
that left an indelible trail
of memories carved on our spine!
WHO YOU REALLY SEE
People have lived a unique period,
forced to wear masks as a way
of protecting themselves from an outward
enemy with scant liberty.
Maybe, no one has ever lived without masks. Who has never hidden
behind invisible veils, worried
about the prejudgment of others.
Along with the life, day after day,
we'll meet up with oodles of
people but very few
showing their true faces.
The vast majority is not brave
enough to show their true inner
or, perhaps, they don't even know
who they really are.
It's easier to live under the roles
imposed to us by life instead
of facing our real selves in a
pursue to uncover - Who am I really?
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
People have lived a unique period,
forced to wear masks as a way
of protecting themselves from an outward
enemy with scant liberty.
Maybe, no one has ever lived without masks. Who has never hidden
behind invisible veils, worried
about the prejudgment of others.
Along with the life, day after day,
we'll meet up with oodles of
people but very few
showing their true faces.
The vast majority is not brave
enough to show their true inner
or, perhaps, they don't even know
who they really are.
It's easier to live under the roles
imposed to us by life instead
of facing our real selves in a
pursue to uncover - Who am I really?
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
Isn't it strange
that one day will not be able to open our eyes once again
We will be lifeless lying on a white shroud
surrounded by the tears of the loved ones
what will happen next?
When will be taken to our bed
a bed with soil all around and a heavy brown blanked of soil will be over us
what will happen next?
all the people who came to give the final goodbye will leave
what will happen next?
will they remember me?
or they will forget me?
When we will be there in that room with complete darkness without a single ray of light
What will happen next?
No one ever told me
what will happen next
cuz no one came back
#review #hadiya
that one day will not be able to open our eyes once again
We will be lifeless lying on a white shroud
surrounded by the tears of the loved ones
what will happen next?
When will be taken to our bed
a bed with soil all around and a heavy brown blanked of soil will be over us
what will happen next?
all the people who came to give the final goodbye will leave
what will happen next?
will they remember me?
or they will forget me?
When we will be there in that room with complete darkness without a single ray of light
What will happen next?
No one ever told me
what will happen next
cuz no one came back
#review #hadiya
The oldest pains
Are here for a visit.
The little prince
Mourning in silence.
The poet writes
His favorite songs.
Its another night
Of great despair.
Far away in a land
Sings a cuckoo
To find its beloved.
In here a forlorn man
Mesmerized in its song.
The flowers bloom
And the leaves fall.
The great ocean
Waiting for its sun.
The great conspirator
Makes a plan
For you and me.
#review #megha
Are here for a visit.
The little prince
Mourning in silence.
The poet writes
His favorite songs.
Its another night
Of great despair.
Far away in a land
Sings a cuckoo
To find its beloved.
In here a forlorn man
Mesmerized in its song.
The flowers bloom
And the leaves fall.
The great ocean
Waiting for its sun.
The great conspirator
Makes a plan
For you and me.
#review #megha
Love - Lorn
Amidst the sprinkling rains and mist,
Shivering in the chilling wind and breeze,
In the vast Meadows and sitting on the grass,
A lad in his teens comes into the emptiness,
He sits under a tree and a lot does he shiver,
Those rags more damped with the wind more cruel,
The sun lost in cloudsand the gloom takes over,
But none does he see, neither does he feel,
Pondering over some random thoughts, he smiles under his knees.
With distant train horns, trespassing into his silence, he wakes up from his thoughts and heads into the mainland,
With a mindful of sorrows and a heart shattered so fine,
He comes to his vill, buries love inside too deep.
Once upon a pair, now he stands left alone
Waiting for his sweetheart, a poor love-lorn.
#review
#jj
#shortpoetry
Amidst the sprinkling rains and mist,
Shivering in the chilling wind and breeze,
In the vast Meadows and sitting on the grass,
A lad in his teens comes into the emptiness,
He sits under a tree and a lot does he shiver,
Those rags more damped with the wind more cruel,
The sun lost in cloudsand the gloom takes over,
But none does he see, neither does he feel,
Pondering over some random thoughts, he smiles under his knees.
With distant train horns, trespassing into his silence, he wakes up from his thoughts and heads into the mainland,
With a mindful of sorrows and a heart shattered so fine,
He comes to his vill, buries love inside too deep.
Once upon a pair, now he stands left alone
Waiting for his sweetheart, a poor love-lorn.
#review
#jj
#shortpoetry
#review
Chase me.
My soul is made of flames, seek warmth in me but never think of touching the fire
Red flames hungry to eat you but you still admire
I'm everywhere until you're close then I'm nowhere to be found
I keep running away from warmth and i love being chased around
Nobody owns me
I don't even own myself, my selves own me
You might think you finally got a hold of me
but I'll fade from between your fingers even if your grip is tight
So far way all you can do is stare at me like the stars of the night
I might be everything you see, surround your whole being
But you might be just hallucinating
Catch my scent in every place
Mind clouded of my blurry face
Search for me in the depths of the sea and the endless space
Darling that'll be our never ending race
Because I love to fly free and you like to chase
#anotheralaska
Chase me.
My soul is made of flames, seek warmth in me but never think of touching the fire
Red flames hungry to eat you but you still admire
I'm everywhere until you're close then I'm nowhere to be found
I keep running away from warmth and i love being chased around
Nobody owns me
I don't even own myself, my selves own me
You might think you finally got a hold of me
but I'll fade from between your fingers even if your grip is tight
So far way all you can do is stare at me like the stars of the night
I might be everything you see, surround your whole being
But you might be just hallucinating
Catch my scent in every place
Mind clouded of my blurry face
Search for me in the depths of the sea and the endless space
Darling that'll be our never ending race
Because I love to fly free and you like to chase
#anotheralaska
The Cursed Bookmark
#Abhijit #review
It was the 1990s
The library was silent as usual
Every thing was ordinary and casual
I went for the bookrack in search of my novel
It had a bookmark inside, everything was hand written and colossal
The novel was old, some pages torn
But it had been stuck again by someone unknown
On the bookmark a message was written
It was about life’s will to destroy what was beautiful once, now ugly and forgotten.
I started reading the book, tried to immerse deep and enjoy it
But my thoughts were occupied by the message inside
The hand written message had me in a conundrum
I wrote a message for that person
Asking the name and reason of writing such a message
Without thinking of the outcome
I kept the book in the bookshelf
In hope for an appropriate reply
And to my surprise I got one
It was an invitation to meet that person face to face
I was happy to comply
It was a café beside a railway station
I waited till evening
To my anguish the person never appeared
Keeping me in delusion
When I was leaving, I had a vary feeling
A feeling of been watched, being judged
As I entered my train. I noticed that I was all alone
Then a station came I went outside
I got astonished by the eerie silence shrilling through my bone
I started to run Panicking
I started to fear the unknown
I saw a paper flying towards me
It was the bookmark; I saw it clear
It fell before me. I went to pick it up
I fainted then and there.
I was then woken by the librarian
Was this all a dream, I question?
Then a bookmark was given to me by the librarian, the devil, the unknown
Taking my soul in return.
#Abhijit #review
It was the 1990s
The library was silent as usual
Every thing was ordinary and casual
I went for the bookrack in search of my novel
It had a bookmark inside, everything was hand written and colossal
The novel was old, some pages torn
But it had been stuck again by someone unknown
On the bookmark a message was written
It was about life’s will to destroy what was beautiful once, now ugly and forgotten.
I started reading the book, tried to immerse deep and enjoy it
But my thoughts were occupied by the message inside
The hand written message had me in a conundrum
I wrote a message for that person
Asking the name and reason of writing such a message
Without thinking of the outcome
I kept the book in the bookshelf
In hope for an appropriate reply
And to my surprise I got one
It was an invitation to meet that person face to face
I was happy to comply
It was a café beside a railway station
I waited till evening
To my anguish the person never appeared
Keeping me in delusion
When I was leaving, I had a vary feeling
A feeling of been watched, being judged
As I entered my train. I noticed that I was all alone
Then a station came I went outside
I got astonished by the eerie silence shrilling through my bone
I started to run Panicking
I started to fear the unknown
I saw a paper flying towards me
It was the bookmark; I saw it clear
It fell before me. I went to pick it up
I fainted then and there.
I was then woken by the librarian
Was this all a dream, I question?
Then a bookmark was given to me by the librarian, the devil, the unknown
Taking my soul in return.
#review #poetry #cat
GAINING A LOST GEM
Though....mistakes were made,
behaviour was changed,
tone was rude,
and so was the attitude!!
We fought and blocked and....
unblocked and again fought;
until one day realization took over
and stupidity was felt.
Indeed, we were fighting but for no worthy reason.
We were avoiding for eternal seasons....
Guilt was blaming the past as well as childishness
but still guilt was there for losing a person
kept so well!!!
Was it ego keeping away from texting a "hello"?
or was it the guilt scared to be humiliated??
Whatever it was,
destiny knew how to tie the knot!
So... here we are...again....with those friendly talks!!
Wise enough to accept the mistake
and kind enough to forgive the past.
We chatter again like those good old days forgetting the scars!!!
GAINING A LOST GEM
Though....mistakes were made,
behaviour was changed,
tone was rude,
and so was the attitude!!
We fought and blocked and....
unblocked and again fought;
until one day realization took over
and stupidity was felt.
Indeed, we were fighting but for no worthy reason.
We were avoiding for eternal seasons....
Guilt was blaming the past as well as childishness
but still guilt was there for losing a person
kept so well!!!
Was it ego keeping away from texting a "hello"?
or was it the guilt scared to be humiliated??
Whatever it was,
destiny knew how to tie the knot!
So... here we are...again....with those friendly talks!!
Wise enough to accept the mistake
and kind enough to forgive the past.
We chatter again like those good old days forgetting the scars!!!
#review
Chase me.
My soul is made of flames, seek warmth in me but never think of touching the fire
Red flames hungry to eat you but you still admire
I'm everywhere until you're close then I'm nowhere to be found
I keep running away from warmth and i love being chased around
Nobody owns me
I don't even own myself, my selves own me
You might think you finally got a hold of me
but I'll fade from between your fingers even if your grip is tight
So far way all you can do is stare at me like the stars of the night
I might be everything you see, surround your whole being
But you might be just hallucinating
Catch my scent in every place
Mind clouded of my blurry face
Search for me in the depths of the sea and the endless space
Darling that'll be our never ending race
Because I love to fly free and you like to chase
#anotheralaska
Chase me.
My soul is made of flames, seek warmth in me but never think of touching the fire
Red flames hungry to eat you but you still admire
I'm everywhere until you're close then I'm nowhere to be found
I keep running away from warmth and i love being chased around
Nobody owns me
I don't even own myself, my selves own me
You might think you finally got a hold of me
but I'll fade from between your fingers even if your grip is tight
So far way all you can do is stare at me like the stars of the night
I might be everything you see, surround your whole being
But you might be just hallucinating
Catch my scent in every place
Mind clouded of my blurry face
Search for me in the depths of the sea and the endless space
Darling that'll be our never ending race
Because I love to fly free and you like to chase
#anotheralaska
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
#review
#poem
#aarushi
Title: A teardrop's tale.
A tethered heart,
that couldn't bear it anymore,
too broken to control itself,
too damaged, too sore.
This was my birthplace,
but since the heart couldn't cry,
I saw the world through someone's eyes,
before it was a goodbye.
I don't know what broke this person,
but she was broken, very bad.
The feelings written on her face,
couldn't be justified by the word sad.
I rolled down those eyes,
on the floor I fell down,
slowly, very slowly,
I evaporated on my own.
When I became a cloud,
and fell down as rain,
I healed another broken heart,
maybe, I ended its pain.
#poem
#aarushi
Title: A teardrop's tale.
A tethered heart,
that couldn't bear it anymore,
too broken to control itself,
too damaged, too sore.
This was my birthplace,
but since the heart couldn't cry,
I saw the world through someone's eyes,
before it was a goodbye.
I don't know what broke this person,
but she was broken, very bad.
The feelings written on her face,
couldn't be justified by the word sad.
I rolled down those eyes,
on the floor I fell down,
slowly, very slowly,
I evaporated on my own.
When I became a cloud,
and fell down as rain,
I healed another broken heart,
maybe, I ended its pain.
SILENCE REALLY EXISTS?
In a strident world
silence is valuable
as the purest gold.
Rare in the outward,
it's abounding deep inside
of the conscious minds.
The poets carry
deeply into themselves the
still joy of their soul.
The silence is the
most powerful internal
source of bliss and grace.
Further, it helps us
to find purpose, peace and keep
faith in the unknown.
Meditation links
self with its interior
inmost quietness.
Through the silence be
aware of bitter feelings
just to let them go.
Listen to the voice
of silence is like hearing
the soul whispering.
Practice the silence
and bring more light into your
finite existence.
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
In a strident world
silence is valuable
as the purest gold.
Rare in the outward,
it's abounding deep inside
of the conscious minds.
The poets carry
deeply into themselves the
still joy of their soul.
The silence is the
most powerful internal
source of bliss and grace.
Further, it helps us
to find purpose, peace and keep
faith in the unknown.
Meditation links
self with its interior
inmost quietness.
Through the silence be
aware of bitter feelings
just to let them go.
Listen to the voice
of silence is like hearing
the soul whispering.
Practice the silence
and bring more light into your
finite existence.
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
#Review
#Poem
I am everywhere, every corners of the world.
I laugh everyday and weep everynight,
I blow with wind and fall with leaves
and I stood tall in the Hallow caves.
I cherish with rich and cry with poor.
I prey lambs and preyed by hyenas,
like a virtuous soul with immoral skeleton,
Remember me once and forget me forever
because I am complete with myself with Nothingness
Sry lad's if this doesn't make any sense
#Noob, 1 st try
#Poem
I am everywhere, every corners of the world.
I laugh everyday and weep everynight,
I blow with wind and fall with leaves
and I stood tall in the Hallow caves.
I cherish with rich and cry with poor.
I prey lambs and preyed by hyenas,
like a virtuous soul with immoral skeleton,
Remember me once and forget me forever
because I am complete with myself with Nothingness
Sry lad's if this doesn't make any sense
#Noob, 1 st try
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
So lets just look up at the stars
and hope for a better day
lets take an inspitation from them
and shine like them even when in dark
so lets just look up at the stars and not on the scars
#review #hadiya #inspitation
and hope for a better day
lets take an inspitation from them
and shine like them even when in dark
so lets just look up at the stars and not on the scars
#review #hadiya #inspitation