#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!

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

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

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

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

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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.

#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!!!

#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

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
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#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

Let the blue erase the blues, let the dark embosom the darkness.

Let the white inked black.

Let the fall whirl into thin air.

Author note: this is picture prompted.

#review #noob #verse

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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

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

CHRISTMAS TIME

In childhood, there is the magic of Santa Claus.
Families gather to follow traditions,
the hearts brimming good feelings and joyfulness.
Yet, children have no idea of what was to come
ahead, and naturally, simply they know how
to enjoy the here and now.

The festive spirit fills the air even if you're not
exuding the cheer others expect. Like the wind,
the message that you are there to celebrate is everywhere.
As the sun shines every day, to be visibly smiley is
a requirement. Do not end up forced to feel cheerful at
all costs. To be reflective doesn't mean being sad.

Take time to reflect on how you feel. Take time
to contemplate nature, and you'll see that even
on a beautiful sunny day, not all birds are singing,
not all plants in a garden are blooming together.
No matter if it is summertime, some days will be
dark and rainy while the sun is hidden behind the clouds.

Although it seems to be a happy time for everyone,
at times what is really shown hardly ever is the same as what
is being felt. Most people live simply stuck to customs
without giving themselves a chance to reflect on their
true deep feelings. They go through life like stumps
that go down adrift in the currents of a raging river.

The Earth cries out to humanity to respect its rhythm and
men insist on imposing their own terms. Get in the mood of
Christmas to gather with the loved ones, not only to give
and receive gifts but also to allow yourself to turn inward
to feel your own emotions, to hear the voice of the silence.
Why wait for Christmas Day to celebrate life?

Live each day of life as if it was the last one. Wake up
every day and be brave enough to cling and accept a
humble position like the moss. Create your own roots
to be able to yield to storms, and yet grow robust like the tree.
That way one can weather life like a rock. Despite the sun
burn, there are leaf shadows everywhere. Just be yourself!

#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry

Metamorphosis

It is not dark, but grey
Where I’m living all the time,
Light isn’t clear like glass
This covers with mist in wind.
Walls are too close
Still don’t know what is behind
Walking too much to get out
Even never thought what to find,
Now I come to know this is loop
What I’m chasing all the time.

This is not the whole true
Not a lie of my mind,
The complicated thing is that
I never really wished to escape.
Because I’m too scared,
Scared to leave all my people behind
Fear of never returning,
A terror of betraying.
I know these are the line of a loser
Even if I know I’m capable to more.

But things are subject to grow,
See the lights escaping dark hole
And my wings too have grown up
Itching to fly high and learn more.
This space is too small for me now
I need to break this eggshell on my own,
I know this will be hard to leave
But Neverland is waiting for me,
This is something everyone will face
And this is my metamorphosis…
#review #poetry #tony

Title : My Dreams.
Do your dreams are like mine?
Like you are trying to run but you crine.
Like you are above mountain between two vale,
and try to hold yourself upright between them.
Like you are falling from a pile,
and there's no hand for you to detain.
Like you are all alone somehow,
and there's nobody for you to sustain.
Like a place where you visited so many times,
But not in real life, in your dream and you only fantasize .
Like you are too late for something,
though, how much punctual you are in factual.
Like you get buried under your own weight.
Like you have no idea how to evaporate,
But you do, cuz it's your dream.
You can bend it in whatever the way you desire.
I fly in my dream but only little above.
I don't know how but I want to fly high like a dove.
I have seen many faces in my dreams,
and also the one which I never seen.
I used to fantasize something at that level,
where I get hallucinated, and see anything at my bevel.
Aren't you all the part of my dream?
and someday I'll wake up by some ranting alarm.
#review #rks #poetry

Title : My strength
Surfing on the low and high tides,
Down by the sea my angel resides.
Waving her hands while looking at me,
Adorable smile of hers fills me with glee.

Climbing on a mountain high,
Staring at the clear blue sky.
Gives me her hands and pulls me to the top,
Loving her is something which I can't stop.

Stuck in a terrible hailstorm,
Looking for someone who keeps me warm.
Across the road my love appears,
And within a while the threat disappears.

Defeated and lying injured on the battleground,
Looking for my girl all around.
Held my hands and puts my head on her lap,
Protects me from falling into any further trap.

Together we live and together we believe,
We'll make it through,no matter what the problems that we receive.
Just promise to me that u won't ever leave,
You're the one whom I love to cleave.
#review #San #poetry

CHRISTMAS TIME

In childhood, there is the magic of Santa Claus.
Families gather to follow traditions,
the hearts brimming good feelings and joyfulness.
Yet, children have no idea of what was to come
ahead, and naturally, simply they know how
to enjoy the here and now.

The festive spirit fills the air even if you're not
exuding the cheer others expect. Like the wind,
the message that you are there to celebrate is everywhere.
As the sun shines every day, to be visibly smiley is
a requirement. Do not end up forced to feel cheerful at
all costs. To be reflective doesn't mean being sad.

Take time to reflect on how you feel. Take time
to contemplate nature, and you'll see that even
on a beautiful sunny day, not all birds are singing,
not all plants in a garden are blooming together.
No matter if it is summertime, some days will be
dark and rainy while the sun is hidden behind the clouds.

Although it seems to be a happy time for everyone,
at times what is really shown hardly ever is the same as what
is being felt. Most people live simply stuck to customs
without giving themselves a chance to reflect on their
true deep feelings. They go through life like stumps
that go down adrift in the currents of a raging river.

The Earth cries out to humanity to respect its rhythm and
men insist on imposing their own terms. Get in the mood of
Christmas to gather with the loved ones, not only to give
and receive gifts but also to allow yourself to turn inward
to feel your own emotions, to hear the voice of the silence.
Why wait for Christmas Day to celebrate life?

Live each day of life as if it was the last one. Wake up
every day and be brave enough to cling and accept a
humble position like the moss. Create your own roots
to be able to yield to storms, and yet grow robust like the tree.
That way one can weather life like a rock. Despite the sun
burn, there are leaf shadows everywhere. Just be yourself!

#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry