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
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
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
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
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
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
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
The Man In The Corner:
Happy looks the man
Who is scarred inside
But all he is doing is recall
Of the non-annihilated thoughts of his mind;
What you know is he smiles
What you don’t that he cries
Nonetheless he strives
To regain the happy smile;
Fails to hide his face
In front of the crying mirror
But walks towards the light
With mind full of fear and terror;
Look carefully towards the corner of the room
You’ll see a man with some liquor consumed
Is crying for his fate and the love he lost
Searching for a mistake
For which all this cost;
I wonder how his tears and sorrows
Wash his cheerful looks away
And from earth none can borrow
A lovely pilgrim for a day;
Lonely is the man
And deserted is his shoulder
With no one to breathe for and no one to live
His emotions have now turned colder;
Tears befit his lonely hours
Tears of sorrow may now fall
With no amigos to call
Nor parents to struggle-to-live for;
Now he is dead inside
With ashes that wit hide
He loves the sound of silence worthwhile
But never forgets to smile.
#review #DB #poetry
Happy looks the man
Who is scarred inside
But all he is doing is recall
Of the non-annihilated thoughts of his mind;
What you know is he smiles
What you don’t that he cries
Nonetheless he strives
To regain the happy smile;
Fails to hide his face
In front of the crying mirror
But walks towards the light
With mind full of fear and terror;
Look carefully towards the corner of the room
You’ll see a man with some liquor consumed
Is crying for his fate and the love he lost
Searching for a mistake
For which all this cost;
I wonder how his tears and sorrows
Wash his cheerful looks away
And from earth none can borrow
A lovely pilgrim for a day;
Lonely is the man
And deserted is his shoulder
With no one to breathe for and no one to live
His emotions have now turned colder;
Tears befit his lonely hours
Tears of sorrow may now fall
With no amigos to call
Nor parents to struggle-to-live for;
Now he is dead inside
With ashes that wit hide
He loves the sound of silence worthwhile
But never forgets to smile.
#review #DB #poetry
Past!
The awful part of life.
It's very susceptible to assert to shirk it,
It's very arduous to subtract it!
Relinquishing own self-esteem with juncture
Conviction in oneself is repudiated
Subsisting vitality based on other's deliberation
When I glare in the mirror
Discover me with imperfections of deception
Recalling those torments
Memorizing those insults
I forfeited my own-self!
The suspicion of insecurity, galloping through my psyche,
My intellect is full of revolutions
I glimpse into myself
Helpless to find answers,
Who I am?
What's the goal of my life?
Evolving my foe with time.
It's very gullible to evaluate anyone
It's very susceptible torment anyone
No one overlooks your trauma
No one can discern how broken you are in life
I am sporadic into chunks
These erratic chunks cant be jolted again!
Striving to shirk everything
Struggling to exonerate everyone
Endeavoring to forget plaguing remembrances
Aiming to start a new life
But my spirit knows it's impossible!
Past has evolved part of my life,
Past cant be altered
We can rectify the present life
We are trustworthy for our own choices.
#review #poetry #ae
The awful part of life.
It's very susceptible to assert to shirk it,
It's very arduous to subtract it!
Relinquishing own self-esteem with juncture
Conviction in oneself is repudiated
Subsisting vitality based on other's deliberation
When I glare in the mirror
Discover me with imperfections of deception
Recalling those torments
Memorizing those insults
I forfeited my own-self!
The suspicion of insecurity, galloping through my psyche,
My intellect is full of revolutions
I glimpse into myself
Helpless to find answers,
Who I am?
What's the goal of my life?
Evolving my foe with time.
It's very gullible to evaluate anyone
It's very susceptible torment anyone
No one overlooks your trauma
No one can discern how broken you are in life
I am sporadic into chunks
These erratic chunks cant be jolted again!
Striving to shirk everything
Struggling to exonerate everyone
Endeavoring to forget plaguing remembrances
Aiming to start a new life
But my spirit knows it's impossible!
Past has evolved part of my life,
Past cant be altered
We can rectify the present life
We are trustworthy for our own choices.
#review #poetry #ae
Hope
#review #Abhijit
Hope was the past
Hope is the present
Hope will be the future
Hope is what ties us together
It is strange how we believe in such a phenomenon
Its existence is not proven but we still act on
Its strange how we bury the days that are gone
But still look for its future in forlorn
The dilemma that is hope, a surprising one
It makes us walk towards the horizon
But leaves us at the sandy shores
For the sunset or dawn
Through hope one can achieve the heights of the sky
Also, through hope one can measure the depths of the future lies
Its hope that carries us forward or backward
But never leaves our side.
Hope is like truth in disguise
Hope is like a wall
If you climb well you will rise
If you stumble you will fall
Hope wisely
#review #Abhijit
Hope was the past
Hope is the present
Hope will be the future
Hope is what ties us together
It is strange how we believe in such a phenomenon
Its existence is not proven but we still act on
Its strange how we bury the days that are gone
But still look for its future in forlorn
The dilemma that is hope, a surprising one
It makes us walk towards the horizon
But leaves us at the sandy shores
For the sunset or dawn
Through hope one can achieve the heights of the sky
Also, through hope one can measure the depths of the future lies
Its hope that carries us forward or backward
But never leaves our side.
Hope is like truth in disguise
Hope is like a wall
If you climb well you will rise
If you stumble you will fall
Hope wisely
THIS CHRISTMAS I WILL SPEND WITH SOMEONE SPECIAL
A person I have learned to admire
and to cohabit. Together we have built a deep relationship
full of complicities. Sometimes, we disagree but
it's a temporary thing.
We like listening to the silence and nature is our biggest
inspiration. We know one should live one day
at a time. Every morning we receive a blank sheet to write another chapter of our lives on it.
We have already written many pages, some are better
forgetten and others should just be turned, the most special ones
are stored in our memories and many others are still
to be written. And like this we are leaving our marks.
Every day we try to do what we think is
right, we do our best and avoid shortcuts.
Our motto is to be a little bit better every day
and never give up dreaming. We live intensely!
We have the Universe as our spiritual guide and with it
we have learned that the best gift one has ever received was
the divine breath that allows us to wake up every day,
breathe, celebrate life, and thank for another day.
We reborn every morning as the sun rises
on the horizon, majestic and determined to shine, even
when the clouds hide its brightness. It never backs up.
December 25 will be no different, just a new rebirth.
I WILL SPEND CHRISTMAS WITH ME! AND YOU?
Celebrate your Christmas and CELEBRATE LIFE every day!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
A person I have learned to admire
and to cohabit. Together we have built a deep relationship
full of complicities. Sometimes, we disagree but
it's a temporary thing.
We like listening to the silence and nature is our biggest
inspiration. We know one should live one day
at a time. Every morning we receive a blank sheet to write another chapter of our lives on it.
We have already written many pages, some are better
forgetten and others should just be turned, the most special ones
are stored in our memories and many others are still
to be written. And like this we are leaving our marks.
Every day we try to do what we think is
right, we do our best and avoid shortcuts.
Our motto is to be a little bit better every day
and never give up dreaming. We live intensely!
We have the Universe as our spiritual guide and with it
we have learned that the best gift one has ever received was
the divine breath that allows us to wake up every day,
breathe, celebrate life, and thank for another day.
We reborn every morning as the sun rises
on the horizon, majestic and determined to shine, even
when the clouds hide its brightness. It never backs up.
December 25 will be no different, just a new rebirth.
I WILL SPEND CHRISTMAS WITH ME! AND YOU?
Celebrate your Christmas and CELEBRATE LIFE every day!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
#review,#quotes,#drprakash
Good morning
S❤️VEN SPIRITUAL LAWS OF SUCCESS..
1.law of karma - what you saw that you will reap. In other words, "Every action in this world has equal and opposite reaction" - Newton's second law of motion. Life is Just like an echo effect as at peak of mountain.Give best and beautiful to the world and in return you will receive the same.
2.law of destiny - No one in this world gets more or before the scheduled time as far as destiny is concerned.
3.law of change - Everything is constantly changing around you,i.e people, person, situation and circumstances.Crux of message is "Change is the rule of life and accept changes - Lord krishna ( Bhagvat Geeta)
4.law of attraction - whatever you desire and wish from subconscious mind and core of heart, it becomes reality in our life. Its nothing but the ability to attract the things in our life that we wish.As someone had rightly said
"Where the intention goes energy flows".
Our mind is just like magnet,we attract conditions and things in accord with our thoughts and energy.
5. law of moderation - Every thing in life should be at optimum level. Buddha called it મધ્યમ માર્ગ ( middle path) to live a balance life.
6.Nothing in the world is permanent, everything has it own life. In any situation and circumstances, wheather it's good or bad ,remember one thing,
"This too will pass",and
" Be cool and calm"
7.law of giving and receiving- world operates through dynamic law of give and take.The easiest way to get what you want in this life is to help others to get what they want.
Wish you a tranquil Friday and have a nice day ahead.
🌹🌷🌹🌷💐🌸💐🌸🍁🍁
Good morning
S❤️VEN SPIRITUAL LAWS OF SUCCESS..
1.law of karma - what you saw that you will reap. In other words, "Every action in this world has equal and opposite reaction" - Newton's second law of motion. Life is Just like an echo effect as at peak of mountain.Give best and beautiful to the world and in return you will receive the same.
2.law of destiny - No one in this world gets more or before the scheduled time as far as destiny is concerned.
3.law of change - Everything is constantly changing around you,i.e people, person, situation and circumstances.Crux of message is "Change is the rule of life and accept changes - Lord krishna ( Bhagvat Geeta)
4.law of attraction - whatever you desire and wish from subconscious mind and core of heart, it becomes reality in our life. Its nothing but the ability to attract the things in our life that we wish.As someone had rightly said
"Where the intention goes energy flows".
Our mind is just like magnet,we attract conditions and things in accord with our thoughts and energy.
5. law of moderation - Every thing in life should be at optimum level. Buddha called it મધ્યમ માર્ગ ( middle path) to live a balance life.
6.Nothing in the world is permanent, everything has it own life. In any situation and circumstances, wheather it's good or bad ,remember one thing,
"This too will pass",and
" Be cool and calm"
7.law of giving and receiving- world operates through dynamic law of give and take.The easiest way to get what you want in this life is to help others to get what they want.
Wish you a tranquil Friday and have a nice day ahead.
🌹🌷🌹🌷💐🌸💐🌸🍁🍁
#review #lazypen
As the wind blew
My burnt heart itched
I was screaming pain but none could hear
The heart whom I had nourished with love and care had turned into ashes.
A hundred days
you left me here
My longing, my patience
You called it unwanted
A sight
I wanted of you
You never looked up
You burnt it.
My heart.
I wish you had took care of it.
My teenage dreams
Of living like peers
The sound of its crushing are heard from you
Those broken dreams and burnt heart will bravely heal
The cure it needs is never you
My raging fire will warm my coldness
And frigid coldness will cool my rage.
As the wind blew
My burnt heart itched
I was screaming pain but none could hear
The heart whom I had nourished with love and care had turned into ashes.
A hundred days
you left me here
My longing, my patience
You called it unwanted
A sight
I wanted of you
You never looked up
You burnt it.
My heart.
I wish you had took care of it.
My teenage dreams
Of living like peers
The sound of its crushing are heard from you
Those broken dreams and burnt heart will bravely heal
The cure it needs is never you
My raging fire will warm my coldness
And frigid coldness will cool my rage.
Method to my madness
Rumbling under the sheets
Finally showing her face
Glaring and seemingly harsh
Lewdly bearing her fangs..
Breathing, sweat spreading
Slithering, choking me tight
Lucid dreams letting loose,
Neon lights in Paradise..
Ecstasy in her words soothe
Hurricanes and I give in
Eyes meet and hands locks
And with a smirk, she conquers
#everyone #review #gop_c #poem
Rumbling under the sheets
Finally showing her face
Glaring and seemingly harsh
Lewdly bearing her fangs..
Breathing, sweat spreading
Slithering, choking me tight
Lucid dreams letting loose,
Neon lights in Paradise..
Ecstasy in her words soothe
Hurricanes and I give in
Eyes meet and hands locks
And with a smirk, she conquers
#everyone #review #gop_c #poem
#megha #review
Loner
I walked along the streets...
Like a lone traveller,
Without another human,
Like a mere observer.
I saw humans,
Passing beside be,
Pretentious they seem,
Yet so humane.
Like a pair of eyes,
Penetrating deep into those souls,
I could see their chaotic hearts,
Whirling like a big cyclone.
And like a magnet,
The waves hit my heart,
Making it in pace,
With their chaotic ones.
But I smiled...
Cuz, I have long learned,
The art of survival..
Loner
I walked along the streets...
Like a lone traveller,
Without another human,
Like a mere observer.
I saw humans,
Passing beside be,
Pretentious they seem,
Yet so humane.
Like a pair of eyes,
Penetrating deep into those souls,
I could see their chaotic hearts,
Whirling like a big cyclone.
And like a magnet,
The waves hit my heart,
Making it in pace,
With their chaotic ones.
But I smiled...
Cuz, I have long learned,
The art of survival..
#review
#Poetry
#Mercy Ab
Your Words
I say random words,
To get rid of my random thoughts,
Or maybe to grow up
that's one way to do it right?
You have to learn new words when you come to a new world
I did it once,
It works like magic
So, I did it again
This time 'cause I entered your world
I've said everything you've said,
repeating it like a sacred prayer,
I'd catched every words dripping off your lips,
Soak in them,
I'd snatched every word dangling by the edge of your teeth,
Those who were too scared to leave,
And also those words you were too scared to let go,
The ones you pushed down back to your throat,
And there were times, you were not so sure how to put it to words,
You whispered, 'I don't know how to say this...'
I answered
I'll re-arrange each and every breath of yours to make sense of it,
'Cause your words are the only things I can count on,
Like the compass which shows the true north unfailingly
I'll swing on your words, back and forth, believing they're strong enough to hold me
I utter each sylluble under my breath
I do that to understand, you see...
But sometimes I don't understand
And in those times...
I just go home and spill your words on my bed,
And wait for them,
Wait for them to re-arrange by themselves
Just like the stars up above
I stay up late till they start to shine
And allign themselves before my eyes and give me some kind of shape I recognize,
Any shape I don't really care,
I don't mind if what comes out of it is half human half horse or a woman with fish's tail,
So sitting there I wait...
Wait...
And wait some more
Just like the stars, this might take a million years.
#Poetry
#Mercy Ab
Your Words
I say random words,
To get rid of my random thoughts,
Or maybe to grow up
that's one way to do it right?
You have to learn new words when you come to a new world
I did it once,
It works like magic
So, I did it again
This time 'cause I entered your world
I've said everything you've said,
repeating it like a sacred prayer,
I'd catched every words dripping off your lips,
Soak in them,
I'd snatched every word dangling by the edge of your teeth,
Those who were too scared to leave,
And also those words you were too scared to let go,
The ones you pushed down back to your throat,
And there were times, you were not so sure how to put it to words,
You whispered, 'I don't know how to say this...'
I answered
I'll re-arrange each and every breath of yours to make sense of it,
'Cause your words are the only things I can count on,
Like the compass which shows the true north unfailingly
I'll swing on your words, back and forth, believing they're strong enough to hold me
I utter each sylluble under my breath
I do that to understand, you see...
But sometimes I don't understand
And in those times...
I just go home and spill your words on my bed,
And wait for them,
Wait for them to re-arrange by themselves
Just like the stars up above
I stay up late till they start to shine
And allign themselves before my eyes and give me some kind of shape I recognize,
Any shape I don't really care,
I don't mind if what comes out of it is half human half horse or a woman with fish's tail,
So sitting there I wait...
Wait...
And wait some more
Just like the stars, this might take a million years.
Title : Too late
Is that now u see
Is that now u hear
Is that now u feel
Is that now u care
Is that now u value me
Is that now u realised my worth
Is that now u miss me
While sitting & sobbing by the hearth
But now that's of no use,
Those vows and commitments now wouldn't sound abstruse.
When I loved u like no one else,
U took it for granted & went for someone else.
Now no matter how hard u try,
Whether u howl or u cry.
Cuz once one is gone never returns back,
You chose the wrong track.
Sorry darling but now it's too late,
U wrote down your own fate.
Goodbye forever
#review #poetry #San
Is that now u see
Is that now u hear
Is that now u feel
Is that now u care
Is that now u value me
Is that now u realised my worth
Is that now u miss me
While sitting & sobbing by the hearth
But now that's of no use,
Those vows and commitments now wouldn't sound abstruse.
When I loved u like no one else,
U took it for granted & went for someone else.
Now no matter how hard u try,
Whether u howl or u cry.
Cuz once one is gone never returns back,
You chose the wrong track.
Sorry darling but now it's too late,
U wrote down your own fate.
Goodbye forever
#review #poetry #San
#kb_the_poet #review
An innocent gavel
A target for another aim
Hesitation, mercy
Pull, cruelty
Whom and what i have no clue
On the ground we lay
Hopeless and helpless
The tone, buzzing
Scent too familiar
A pulse will do fine
Like an innocent gavel
When odds are against
The future is domed
A coup of extinction
To whom or what
Best believe monsters, among-st us
An innocent gavel
A target for another aim
Hesitation, mercy
Pull, cruelty
Whom and what i have no clue
On the ground we lay
Hopeless and helpless
The tone, buzzing
Scent too familiar
A pulse will do fine
Like an innocent gavel
When odds are against
The future is domed
A coup of extinction
To whom or what
Best believe monsters, among-st us
#review
It's going to be my debut in poetry, check it out!
All those loved ones who have gone,
Remembering the ones who left us alone,
Remembering the ones whose heart got attached,
Remembering the closed ones and the prone.
Willing to live but not with you,
Deter the stature and your tone.
I’m not the man to be with you,
I’m the man to be left alone.
I’m the book that must be burnt,
I’m the scrap to be away thrown.
You are the one to be adored around,
You are the one to be marked known.
Love him, love her, love everyone,
Make them worthy, make them Hone
It's going to be my debut in poetry, check it out!
All those loved ones who have gone,
Remembering the ones who left us alone,
Remembering the ones whose heart got attached,
Remembering the closed ones and the prone.
Willing to live but not with you,
Deter the stature and your tone.
I’m not the man to be with you,
I’m the man to be left alone.
I’m the book that must be burnt,
I’m the scrap to be away thrown.
You are the one to be adored around,
You are the one to be marked known.
Love him, love her, love everyone,
Make them worthy, make them Hone
#review #lazypen
No more can the brightness of life haunt my dark nightmares.
I am past everything that the world holds so dear.
The money which brings luxury, never brought me success.
And people bringing happiness has only sought my pain. Emotions, though mine, were always for others.
City, of all, made me feel foreign.
A home I had sought, prison it seemed.
A freedom I was given, suffocating it felt.
Uneasy, Unworthy, Unbelonged
I am
I am but human
Physical, Emotional Creature
No more can the brightness of life haunt my dark nightmares.
I am past everything that the world holds so dear.
The money which brings luxury, never brought me success.
And people bringing happiness has only sought my pain. Emotions, though mine, were always for others.
City, of all, made me feel foreign.
A home I had sought, prison it seemed.
A freedom I was given, suffocating it felt.
Uneasy, Unworthy, Unbelonged
I am
I am but human
Physical, Emotional Creature
Title:We shall reunite
I remember the last breath u took,
I remember the last time u gave me your caring look.
I remember the last 3 words u whispered in my ears,
"We shall reunite",remembering what everytime reduces me to tears.
I remember the last time u kissed my forehead,
I remember the last gesture u made while being on your deathbed.
I remember the last time u were along with me,
When we were actually 'we'.
Holding a bunch of flowers,
Standing on your grave,
Shattered from within,
But pretending to be brave.
Wiping off my wet eyes,
And wearing a black dress,
Can see you through the cracks of the coffin,
Lying there lifeless.
As if your dead body pleading me to stop crying,
As if my soul pushing me to give in & stop trying.
Come out of that damn coffin & hug me tight,
In the days marked with darkness be my sight.
Was all alone in this world,
When u came in like a ray of hope,
Like others if u also had to leave me one day,
Then why did u gave me that false hope?
#review #poetry #San
I remember the last breath u took,
I remember the last time u gave me your caring look.
I remember the last 3 words u whispered in my ears,
"We shall reunite",remembering what everytime reduces me to tears.
I remember the last time u kissed my forehead,
I remember the last gesture u made while being on your deathbed.
I remember the last time u were along with me,
When we were actually 'we'.
Holding a bunch of flowers,
Standing on your grave,
Shattered from within,
But pretending to be brave.
Wiping off my wet eyes,
And wearing a black dress,
Can see you through the cracks of the coffin,
Lying there lifeless.
As if your dead body pleading me to stop crying,
As if my soul pushing me to give in & stop trying.
Come out of that damn coffin & hug me tight,
In the days marked with darkness be my sight.
Was all alone in this world,
When u came in like a ray of hope,
Like others if u also had to leave me one day,
Then why did u gave me that false hope?
#review #poetry #San