Moonlight
Since the beginning of time
Since when the forbidden fruit was still ripe
It has been proven —
If you want to feel the moonlight,
On your face
You have to stay away from the Sun
—RK
#review
#rk
#moonlight
Since the beginning of time
Since when the forbidden fruit was still ripe
It has been proven —
If you want to feel the moonlight,
On your face
You have to stay away from the Sun
—RK
#review
#rk
#moonlight
On most days ,I find myself miserable of my acts. A being shrouded under a deep layer of insecurities.
On most daylights it's a facade trying to act normal amidst the uncomfortably comforting crowd. With fading light the facade begins to thin, nights usually lonesome,sing ballads of freedom though soon over joy conquers the light, again.
It's almost like a birth and death with every single dawn and dusk.
On some days ,I find myself laying in peace,at no harm. No motion declares an unprepared battle, No perils reaching high.
Watching sunsets, kissing the wind, singing to hills afar and moving clouds.
On most some days it's a void tune played on loop. A bound and few walls around. Disappearance of almost all emotions.
A shallow of my heart's depth. None it bothers but the very fact of my existence.
A constant question with all false answers.
A philosophy flickering, changing, with every remaking of shades in horizon.
Through seasons,a dead interrogation stands alive.
Through,
Falling of spring it questions my unpleasantly nervous beating of heart,
Harsh summer sun it questions 'The Purpose',
Crying of rain it questions the blurred Wonder of sulking sight,
Arriving of unseen autumn it questions the confused aesthetics of retarded brain,
Cold winter moon it questions the sanity of unapologetically suffocated breathing lungs
here again,
Some seasons pass by like most days
and some days pass by like most seasons
#review
On most daylights it's a facade trying to act normal amidst the uncomfortably comforting crowd. With fading light the facade begins to thin, nights usually lonesome,sing ballads of freedom though soon over joy conquers the light, again.
It's almost like a birth and death with every single dawn and dusk.
On some days ,I find myself laying in peace,at no harm. No motion declares an unprepared battle, No perils reaching high.
Watching sunsets, kissing the wind, singing to hills afar and moving clouds.
On most some days it's a void tune played on loop. A bound and few walls around. Disappearance of almost all emotions.
A shallow of my heart's depth. None it bothers but the very fact of my existence.
A constant question with all false answers.
A philosophy flickering, changing, with every remaking of shades in horizon.
Through seasons,a dead interrogation stands alive.
Through,
Falling of spring it questions my unpleasantly nervous beating of heart,
Harsh summer sun it questions 'The Purpose',
Crying of rain it questions the blurred Wonder of sulking sight,
Arriving of unseen autumn it questions the confused aesthetics of retarded brain,
Cold winter moon it questions the sanity of unapologetically suffocated breathing lungs
here again,
Some seasons pass by like most days
and some days pass by like most seasons
#review
On most days ,I find myself miserable of my acts. A being shrouded under a deep layer of insecurities.
On most daylights it's a facade trying to act normal amidst the uncomfortably comforting crowd. With fading light the facade begins to thin, nights usually lonesome,sing ballads of freedom though soon over joy conquers the light, again.
It's almost like a birth and death with every single dawn and dusk.
On some days ,I find myself laying in peace,at no harm. No motion declares an unprepared battle, No perils reaching high.
Watching sunsets, kissing the wind, singing to hills afar and moving clouds.
On most some days it's a void tune played on loop. A bound and few walls around. Disappearance of almost all emotions.
A shallow of my heart's depth. None it bothers but the very fact of my existence.
A constant question with all false answers.
A philosophy flickering, changing, with every remaking of shades in horizon.
Through seasons,a dead interrogation stands alive.
Through,
Falling of spring it questions my unpleasantly nervous beating of heart,
Harsh summer sun it questions 'The Purpose',
Crying of rain it questions the blurred Wonder of sulking sight,
Arriving of unseen autumn it questions the confused aesthetics of retarded brain,
Cold winter moon it questions the sanity of unapologetically suffocated breathing lungs
here again,
Some seasons pass by like most days
and some days pass by like most seasons
#review
#writeup
#sans
On most daylights it's a facade trying to act normal amidst the uncomfortably comforting crowd. With fading light the facade begins to thin, nights usually lonesome,sing ballads of freedom though soon over joy conquers the light, again.
It's almost like a birth and death with every single dawn and dusk.
On some days ,I find myself laying in peace,at no harm. No motion declares an unprepared battle, No perils reaching high.
Watching sunsets, kissing the wind, singing to hills afar and moving clouds.
On most some days it's a void tune played on loop. A bound and few walls around. Disappearance of almost all emotions.
A shallow of my heart's depth. None it bothers but the very fact of my existence.
A constant question with all false answers.
A philosophy flickering, changing, with every remaking of shades in horizon.
Through seasons,a dead interrogation stands alive.
Through,
Falling of spring it questions my unpleasantly nervous beating of heart,
Harsh summer sun it questions 'The Purpose',
Crying of rain it questions the blurred Wonder of sulking sight,
Arriving of unseen autumn it questions the confused aesthetics of retarded brain,
Cold winter moon it questions the sanity of unapologetically suffocated breathing lungs
here again,
Some seasons pass by like most days
and some days pass by like most seasons
#review
#writeup
#sans
Title:Let me pass
Crush my heart like a piece of glass,
Break me into pieces like the very vase,
And darling if that's not what u want,
Then please don't stop me anymore & let me pass.
Let me pass from your damn life,
If I ain't the one of your type,
Why u now holding back on me?
When actually u never wanted me.
Is that some kinda joke or what?
Fuck!!!...it hurts right there a lot.
When u play those dirty mind games,
And when u call me names,
I'm a freaking human being,
Not emotionless like a damn robot.
#review #San #poetry
Crush my heart like a piece of glass,
Break me into pieces like the very vase,
And darling if that's not what u want,
Then please don't stop me anymore & let me pass.
Let me pass from your damn life,
If I ain't the one of your type,
Why u now holding back on me?
When actually u never wanted me.
Is that some kinda joke or what?
Fuck!!!...it hurts right there a lot.
When u play those dirty mind games,
And when u call me names,
I'm a freaking human being,
Not emotionless like a damn robot.
#review #San #poetry
#poetry #review #iwritesometimes
Halo and Horns
She was born as an angel,
But she could never learn to fly,
They snatched one of her wings,
And crushed it right before her eye
They left her miserable,
With fear settling in her bones,
Then one night a devil greeted her,
And gave her one of his horns
So with a horn surfacing off her halo ,
And with half a heart black,
She swore revenge on those who had hurt her,
But her empathy always pushed her back
Hence she is still worthy of an angel,
Her halo surrounded by horn and a wing
But she ain't an angle anymore,
She untied herself from all the strings
Life taught me harsh lessons,
But the best one I know,
Is your halo need wings as well as horns,
Then only you can grow !
~
Halo and Horns
She was born as an angel,
But she could never learn to fly,
They snatched one of her wings,
And crushed it right before her eye
They left her miserable,
With fear settling in her bones,
Then one night a devil greeted her,
And gave her one of his horns
So with a horn surfacing off her halo ,
And with half a heart black,
She swore revenge on those who had hurt her,
But her empathy always pushed her back
Hence she is still worthy of an angel,
Her halo surrounded by horn and a wing
But she ain't an angle anymore,
She untied herself from all the strings
Life taught me harsh lessons,
But the best one I know,
Is your halo need wings as well as horns,
Then only you can grow !
~
iwritesometimes :)#iwritesometimes #review #poetry
Halo and Horns
She was born as an angel,
But she could never learn to fly,
They snatched one of her wings,
And crushed it right before her eye
They left her miserable,
With fear settling in her bones,
Then one night a devil greeted her,
And gave her one of his horns
So with a horn surfacing off her halo ,
And with half a heart black,
She swore revenge on those who had hurt her,
But her empathy always pushed her back
Hence she is still worthy of an angel,
Her halo surrounded by horn and a wing
But she ain't an angle anymore,
She untied herself from all the strings
Life taught me harsh lessons,
But the best one I know,
Is your halo need wings as well as horns,
Then only you can grow !
~
Halo and Horns
She was born as an angel,
But she could never learn to fly,
They snatched one of her wings,
And crushed it right before her eye
They left her miserable,
With fear settling in her bones,
Then one night a devil greeted her,
And gave her one of his horns
So with a horn surfacing off her halo ,
And with half a heart black,
She swore revenge on those who had hurt her,
But her empathy always pushed her back
Hence she is still worthy of an angel,
Her halo surrounded by horn and a wing
But she ain't an angle anymore,
She untied herself from all the strings
Life taught me harsh lessons,
But the best one I know,
Is your halo need wings as well as horns,
Then only you can grow !
~
iwritesometimes :)Life is a poem--
Written in an aesthetic ballad
It tests your toes--
On the highland of--
Iambic Verses
Don't know the ballet?
Just creep on the rhythm of--
Its feet,
For it never alliterates
Nah! You can't dodge its loop
To break its cryptic spell--
You've to sing the Meter--
Up to six--
Where every secret gets a rest
#review #life #Sbh
Written in an aesthetic ballad
It tests your toes--
On the highland of--
Iambic Verses
Don't know the ballet?
Just creep on the rhythm of--
Its feet,
For it never alliterates
Nah! You can't dodge its loop
To break its cryptic spell--
You've to sing the Meter--
Up to six--
Where every secret gets a rest
#review #life #Sbh
Oh, look how far have reached my steps,
a mile on count is left ahead
A desperate run in a go gets done,
a joy to swirl the one mile sun
To stand so quiet, when spring falls off ,
a bliss i sight in the one Mile ride
Four wind vanes standing up high,chasing the rushed train passing by,
my vision stands till its last sight blurs the eye
Oh,look how far have reached my steps,
for them to become a trace of joy , a mile ahead is the Start of my
To run is a myth,
don't run, steps might lie
Stand is the Start,
to a one mile joy..
a one mile joy.
#review
#sans
#sillypoetry
a mile on count is left ahead
A desperate run in a go gets done,
a joy to swirl the one mile sun
To stand so quiet, when spring falls off ,
a bliss i sight in the one Mile ride
Four wind vanes standing up high,chasing the rushed train passing by,
my vision stands till its last sight blurs the eye
Oh,look how far have reached my steps,
for them to become a trace of joy , a mile ahead is the Start of my
To run is a myth,
don't run, steps might lie
Stand is the Start,
to a one mile joy..
a one mile joy.
#review
#sans
#sillypoetry
Betrayal
My spirit is shattered into chunks
The grief of mutiny is intolerable,
My psyche is prompting by deception,
Tears are cascading down from orifices,
Raindrops ignite sprinkling from the sky,
I realize like hazes feel my anguish,
The sky is wrapped by gloomy darknesses,
Grumbling advents from mists,
It's like its a celestial voice,
Foretelling me to dwell robust,
It feels so difficult to divulge anyone again,
You halted me into pieces,
Will I be able to trust anyone again?
Will I be able to love anyone again?
Does genuine love exist?
What's engraved in my destiny?
Will I be secluded eternally?
Im walking down the alley,
I glimpsed myself in the stream,
Darting at my introspection,
I queried myself "who am I?"
I relinquished myself,
I will discover my true self,
I realized not to alter myself for others
Somewhere in the world is my soul mate,
One day I will meet him,
One day I will find my true love,
My soul mate will accept my true-self
#review #poetry #ae
My spirit is shattered into chunks
The grief of mutiny is intolerable,
My psyche is prompting by deception,
Tears are cascading down from orifices,
Raindrops ignite sprinkling from the sky,
I realize like hazes feel my anguish,
The sky is wrapped by gloomy darknesses,
Grumbling advents from mists,
It's like its a celestial voice,
Foretelling me to dwell robust,
It feels so difficult to divulge anyone again,
You halted me into pieces,
Will I be able to trust anyone again?
Will I be able to love anyone again?
Does genuine love exist?
What's engraved in my destiny?
Will I be secluded eternally?
Im walking down the alley,
I glimpsed myself in the stream,
Darting at my introspection,
I queried myself "who am I?"
I relinquished myself,
I will discover my true self,
I realized not to alter myself for others
Somewhere in the world is my soul mate,
One day I will meet him,
One day I will find my true love,
My soul mate will accept my true-self
#review #poetry #ae
Betrayal
My spirit is shattered into chunks
The grief of mutiny is intolerable,
My psyche is prompting by deception,
Tears are cascading down from orifices,
Raindrops ignite sprinkling from the sky,
I realize like hazes feel my anguish,
The sky is wrapped by gloomy darknesses,
Grumbling advents from mists,
It's like its a celestial voice,
Foretelling me to dwell robust,
It feels so difficult to divulge anyone again,
You halted me into pieces,
Will I be able to trust anyone again?
Will I be able to love anyone again?
Does genuine love exist?
What's engraved in my destiny?
Will I be secluded eternally?
Im walking down the alley,
I glimpsed myself in the stream,
Darting at my introspection,
I queried myself "who am I?"
I relinquished myself,
I will discover my true self,
I realized not to alter myself for others
Somewhere in the world is my soul mate,
One day I will meet him,
One day I will find my true love,
My soul mate will accept my true-self
#review #poetry #ae
My spirit is shattered into chunks
The grief of mutiny is intolerable,
My psyche is prompting by deception,
Tears are cascading down from orifices,
Raindrops ignite sprinkling from the sky,
I realize like hazes feel my anguish,
The sky is wrapped by gloomy darknesses,
Grumbling advents from mists,
It's like its a celestial voice,
Foretelling me to dwell robust,
It feels so difficult to divulge anyone again,
You halted me into pieces,
Will I be able to trust anyone again?
Will I be able to love anyone again?
Does genuine love exist?
What's engraved in my destiny?
Will I be secluded eternally?
Im walking down the alley,
I glimpsed myself in the stream,
Darting at my introspection,
I queried myself "who am I?"
I relinquished myself,
I will discover my true self,
I realized not to alter myself for others
Somewhere in the world is my soul mate,
One day I will meet him,
One day I will find my true love,
My soul mate will accept my true-self
#review #poetry #ae
Useless rant
Do I want what I say I want? Or, has the seed had been planted before the light illuminated the dark recess of my imaginary brain? The relentless pursuit of the immediate need to the satisfaction of the body and the possessing passion proceeds to deplete attention on what’s ahead. The future is fixed for me, and I am living out the same day repeatedly until there is no more of it. The body can’t take it. The brain, like an unused muscle, shrivels up and refuses retention of what’s important in every way. Who is to say what I am. Everyone tells me what I am. I am a credit score. I am my grades. I am the output of work. I am a risk, an issue, a statistic. I am a consumer group. Age, sex, height, weight. I am a relation of sorts, from blood to random encounters from less-traveled paths. I am material. That’s all I am. There is no place for the soul. Souls have been destroyed. Feelings and emotions are weaponised for control. Control emotions. Observe the spectacle of denial and living out the myths on 4K screens. Isn’t it all so beautiful? And I don’t have to do a damn thing.
#review #stream_of_ onsciousness
Do I want what I say I want? Or, has the seed had been planted before the light illuminated the dark recess of my imaginary brain? The relentless pursuit of the immediate need to the satisfaction of the body and the possessing passion proceeds to deplete attention on what’s ahead. The future is fixed for me, and I am living out the same day repeatedly until there is no more of it. The body can’t take it. The brain, like an unused muscle, shrivels up and refuses retention of what’s important in every way. Who is to say what I am. Everyone tells me what I am. I am a credit score. I am my grades. I am the output of work. I am a risk, an issue, a statistic. I am a consumer group. Age, sex, height, weight. I am a relation of sorts, from blood to random encounters from less-traveled paths. I am material. That’s all I am. There is no place for the soul. Souls have been destroyed. Feelings and emotions are weaponised for control. Control emotions. Observe the spectacle of denial and living out the myths on 4K screens. Isn’t it all so beautiful? And I don’t have to do a damn thing.
#review #stream_of_ onsciousness
Talking your heart out to a close family member or a friend or socializing with your loved ones is de-stressing and makes you happier. Staying connectedeven virtually is helpful.
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#review