Guilty Conscience
It haunts you about the past
About the happiness that didn't even last
About the happiness that was obtained
Through methods wrong and aghast
The deed is done
But this feeling will never end,
At the back of your mind
It will ever fend
Like stays on the early morning grass
A drop of dew
it'll stay
And that's guilty conscious for you
#review
#rk
#poetry
It haunts you about the past
About the happiness that didn't even last
About the happiness that was obtained
Through methods wrong and aghast
The deed is done
But this feeling will never end,
At the back of your mind
It will ever fend
Like stays on the early morning grass
A drop of dew
it'll stay
And that's guilty conscious for you
#review
#rk
#poetry
Guilty Conscience
It haunts you about the past
About the happiness that didn't even last
About the happiness that was obtained
Through methods wrong and aghast
The deed is done
But this feeling will never end,
At the back of your mind
It will ever fend
Like stays on the early morning grass
A drop of dew
it'll stay
And that's guilty conscious for you
#review
#rk
#poetry
It haunts you about the past
About the happiness that didn't even last
About the happiness that was obtained
Through methods wrong and aghast
The deed is done
But this feeling will never end,
At the back of your mind
It will ever fend
Like stays on the early morning grass
A drop of dew
it'll stay
And that's guilty conscious for you
#review
#rk
#poetry
#review #asher
Title : The Diamond Devotion
I am looking for that perfect love story.
A love story between two beloveds in which the bond of trust lasted for atleast two decades.
The two decades where the undivided passion for each other was alive every moment.
Where these two love birds never doubted the disappearance of this wholehearted ardour in their other half for even a second, because they were certain, that it will stay.
A bond in which both had common interests that allowed them to spend good times together.
Where it was not just about internal love, but external circumstances were conducive for them as well.
Where financial, family, social or political blockades did not separate them from each other.
But I think such love stories can only be found in heaven.
Because the circumstances in hell, they always separate two sweethearts from each other.
Title : The Diamond Devotion
I am looking for that perfect love story.
A love story between two beloveds in which the bond of trust lasted for atleast two decades.
The two decades where the undivided passion for each other was alive every moment.
Where these two love birds never doubted the disappearance of this wholehearted ardour in their other half for even a second, because they were certain, that it will stay.
A bond in which both had common interests that allowed them to spend good times together.
Where it was not just about internal love, but external circumstances were conducive for them as well.
Where financial, family, social or political blockades did not separate them from each other.
But I think such love stories can only be found in heaven.
Because the circumstances in hell, they always separate two sweethearts from each other.
#review #asher
Title : The Diamond Devotion
I am looking for that perfect love story.
A love story between two beloveds in which the bond of trust lasted for atleast two decades.
The two decades where the undivided passion for each other was alive every moment.
Where these two love birds never doubted the disappearance of this wholehearted ardour in their other half for even a second, because they were certain, that it will stay.
A bond in which both had common interests that allowed them to spend good times together.
Where it was not just about internal love, but external circumstances were conducive for them as well.
Where financial, family, social or political blockades did not separate them from each other.
But I think such love stories can only be found in heaven.
Because the circumstances in hell, they always separate two sweethearts from each other.
Title : The Diamond Devotion
I am looking for that perfect love story.
A love story between two beloveds in which the bond of trust lasted for atleast two decades.
The two decades where the undivided passion for each other was alive every moment.
Where these two love birds never doubted the disappearance of this wholehearted ardour in their other half for even a second, because they were certain, that it will stay.
A bond in which both had common interests that allowed them to spend good times together.
Where it was not just about internal love, but external circumstances were conducive for them as well.
Where financial, family, social or political blockades did not separate them from each other.
But I think such love stories can only be found in heaven.
Because the circumstances in hell, they always separate two sweethearts from each other.
Here I stand on the sea shore,
Fearless, Rageous.
The tides trying to scare me,
With there monstrous waves.
They're gigantic,
But not more than my courage.
They're furious,
But not more than my rage.
They're blue,
But not more than my youth.
And I stand there staring at the sea,
It stares back at me.
Scared, obligated.
The waves still come to me,
But bow when the come near.
The thunderous sound of it,
Is like it's crying.
Because the storm in my eyes,
It bigger than the storm in the sea.
#review
#mans
Fearless, Rageous.
The tides trying to scare me,
With there monstrous waves.
They're gigantic,
But not more than my courage.
They're furious,
But not more than my rage.
They're blue,
But not more than my youth.
And I stand there staring at the sea,
It stares back at me.
Scared, obligated.
The waves still come to me,
But bow when the come near.
The thunderous sound of it,
Is like it's crying.
Because the storm in my eyes,
It bigger than the storm in the sea.
#review
#mans
Take it easy! Exclaimed a voice.....
A voice so familiar....voice unavoidable.
She kept questioning the facts.
But the blood flowing in her veins....
The blood of the same race ...
She couldn't believe the truth...
Truth worst than one could imagine.
""It is to make you stronger""
That's what she'd been told.
"Strong" ...... strong for the future.
She wondered what kinda strength was this!
Where all she saw got was endless pain.
Would everyone suffer this to be strong?
A storm of questions.....
None to be answered..
The hands she held during the first step of life.
Hands that used to pat her back for good grades.
Hands that could feed her when she didn't eat
Those hands were now scratching her soul.
Creating deep scars on her body ...
The scars that couldn't be filled
Not even time could do that.
The wounds on her body weren't limited to the surface
They got deeper as the truth undraped itself.
Like an arrow slowly penetrating her heart.
She knew this was the end ....
End of her happiness..
She tried hard not to be made a victim
Holding back her panicked breaths
fought until she lost all her senses.
But the brutality grew harder....
..............
I closed the tab immediately.........as I Couldn't read anymore. I rolled up in my bed and clenched my pillow tightly against my face. Another night with another
Storm of questions.
A storm of questions...
None to be answered.
#review #richamishra
A voice so familiar....voice unavoidable.
She kept questioning the facts.
But the blood flowing in her veins....
The blood of the same race ...
She couldn't believe the truth...
Truth worst than one could imagine.
""It is to make you stronger""
That's what she'd been told.
"Strong" ...... strong for the future.
She wondered what kinda strength was this!
Where all she saw got was endless pain.
Would everyone suffer this to be strong?
A storm of questions.....
None to be answered..
The hands she held during the first step of life.
Hands that used to pat her back for good grades.
Hands that could feed her when she didn't eat
Those hands were now scratching her soul.
Creating deep scars on her body ...
The scars that couldn't be filled
Not even time could do that.
The wounds on her body weren't limited to the surface
They got deeper as the truth undraped itself.
Like an arrow slowly penetrating her heart.
She knew this was the end ....
End of her happiness..
She tried hard not to be made a victim
Holding back her panicked breaths
fought until she lost all her senses.
But the brutality grew harder....
..............
I closed the tab immediately.........as I Couldn't read anymore. I rolled up in my bed and clenched my pillow tightly against my face. Another night with another
Storm of questions.
A storm of questions...
None to be answered.
#review #richamishra
Why am I so messed up. Why do I cry so much when I am alone? Why do I laugh so much when I'm with people?Why does my head hurt when I hear the rain?Why do I feel like sunrays pierce me?Why do I love this darkness? What's wrong with me?
Can you help me be normal? Can you make me feel some way that I smile when I'm alone? Can you make me love the sound of rain? Can you make me love the light again?
I'm so high right now, so stable, so rigid. Can you make me fall?
#review
#mans
Can you help me be normal? Can you make me feel some way that I smile when I'm alone? Can you make me love the sound of rain? Can you make me love the light again?
I'm so high right now, so stable, so rigid. Can you make me fall?
#review
#mans
Sailing the craft
This car drafts fast and drifts faster
It's okay when it's not even anything
More or less
It's just a tricky test
So the car turns into a ship
Sailing the pavement
Grooving through the cracks
Never stepped on
It's just the stress of the winds
Tearing the sails
But the storm coming before beckons
It reckons and shoots lightning
Into the sea
This hail is sharp & dulls sailing pulls
It's rough today says a capital captain
The caption needed is heeded full
The crew knows what to do and pull
The rope tight and lift the canvas
The wind blows harder still
What a treasure they seek to fill
Passing it every wave that crest best
The stow aways all play poker below
It's all part of this ships glow and flow
The water rises
The drought despises
It's own reproduction and reprisals
The rain pours thick
The sails are proofed not to let it stick
To the end of the world they sail sick
The cap and his tin hat capable
Able and stable the wood in the iron
The storm is coming
The stork is coming
The doom and fork are forming
Boring into the knots of the mirror
The package untold left at the pier
Looking back the crew stews
This captured captain has the blues
Reaching for the map
It's been left at the coldest cap
The fat cats at home lap the gaps
Don't frett screams the sail or
The sea men all look away
To the sky turning dark
Dire fire in the sky above looks stark
A smirk and smile
This is the hour
Crew starts to cower with their foes
Alas the horizon further glows
The strongest gust approaches
A storm only gives this ship
More power to love the sea
By carving through it not to flee
The sails demand wind when
To move ahead and past sin
Just as hot air balloons devour wind
#review #jmhs #poetry
This car drafts fast and drifts faster
It's okay when it's not even anything
More or less
It's just a tricky test
So the car turns into a ship
Sailing the pavement
Grooving through the cracks
Never stepped on
It's just the stress of the winds
Tearing the sails
But the storm coming before beckons
It reckons and shoots lightning
Into the sea
This hail is sharp & dulls sailing pulls
It's rough today says a capital captain
The caption needed is heeded full
The crew knows what to do and pull
The rope tight and lift the canvas
The wind blows harder still
What a treasure they seek to fill
Passing it every wave that crest best
The stow aways all play poker below
It's all part of this ships glow and flow
The water rises
The drought despises
It's own reproduction and reprisals
The rain pours thick
The sails are proofed not to let it stick
To the end of the world they sail sick
The cap and his tin hat capable
Able and stable the wood in the iron
The storm is coming
The stork is coming
The doom and fork are forming
Boring into the knots of the mirror
The package untold left at the pier
Looking back the crew stews
This captured captain has the blues
Reaching for the map
It's been left at the coldest cap
The fat cats at home lap the gaps
Don't frett screams the sail or
The sea men all look away
To the sky turning dark
Dire fire in the sky above looks stark
A smirk and smile
This is the hour
Crew starts to cower with their foes
Alas the horizon further glows
The strongest gust approaches
A storm only gives this ship
More power to love the sea
By carving through it not to flee
The sails demand wind when
To move ahead and past sin
Just as hot air balloons devour wind
#review #jmhs #poetry
A LETTER TO YOU,FROM FAR AWAY
Hey love,
I don't know how to start this letter. We both are together since years but still it feels like we haven't started yet. We haven't started hugging each other in hard times, kissing each other in good times. We haven't started those late night walks we planned to have everyday, hand in hand. We haven't started to wake each other each morning with sweet packs on the cheeks.
Even without starting, our love feels so old. Like an old picture that makes you relive your past. Like an old page full of scribbles on the last page of your school notebook that makes you laugh. Or old like those embarrassing paragraphs in your diary.
Our love is so unique. It's not full of experiences, but only feelings. Feelings that are so warm and beautiful. You're far, yet so close. Our love hasn't started, yet so old.
Hope we meet soon, so that I could hold your hand and look into your eyes when I tell you that I love you.
Goodbye (please imagine me waving at you with a big smile on my face)
#review
#mans
Hey love,
I don't know how to start this letter. We both are together since years but still it feels like we haven't started yet. We haven't started hugging each other in hard times, kissing each other in good times. We haven't started those late night walks we planned to have everyday, hand in hand. We haven't started to wake each other each morning with sweet packs on the cheeks.
Even without starting, our love feels so old. Like an old picture that makes you relive your past. Like an old page full of scribbles on the last page of your school notebook that makes you laugh. Or old like those embarrassing paragraphs in your diary.
Our love is so unique. It's not full of experiences, but only feelings. Feelings that are so warm and beautiful. You're far, yet so close. Our love hasn't started, yet so old.
Hope we meet soon, so that I could hold your hand and look into your eyes when I tell you that I love you.
Goodbye (please imagine me waving at you with a big smile on my face)
#review
#mans
You pursue me as your final destiny,
A qualification that I am to you, you certify me , a Lauren maybe gold
A small world that you seek within,
A pity on how you can't witness the wonders I see
How obsessed are you and how Cascade is my fluid brain , for your obsession being just an acrylic little rock to it , me poring rain
I deviate the 'I' from you,
A boomerang , a pendulum for you, it bounces back
A come and go you think the 'I' is,
A 'stay' you demand for it
I wish for you a vision
I wish for you a life
#review
#sans
A qualification that I am to you, you certify me , a Lauren maybe gold
A small world that you seek within,
A pity on how you can't witness the wonders I see
How obsessed are you and how Cascade is my fluid brain , for your obsession being just an acrylic little rock to it , me poring rain
I deviate the 'I' from you,
A boomerang , a pendulum for you, it bounces back
A come and go you think the 'I' is,
A 'stay' you demand for it
I wish for you a vision
I wish for you a life
#review
#sans
Red teary eyes ,
With messed up hair ,
Smudged liner;
With lipstick spread !
She was hurt
She had pain,
Had curing efforts
But all in vain.
And in her hand ....
His touch arrived
Those wet eyes ..
Had no tears to reside ...
The messed up hair ...
Turned to perfect layer ...
Lipstick now was no more needed
She had a smile with all pain fleeded .
A perfect love,
A perfect smile ,
A perfect feeling ,
With heartbreaks aside !
#Anchal #review #soulmate #keepreading
With messed up hair ,
Smudged liner;
With lipstick spread !
She was hurt
She had pain,
Had curing efforts
But all in vain.
And in her hand ....
His touch arrived
Those wet eyes ..
Had no tears to reside ...
The messed up hair ...
Turned to perfect layer ...
Lipstick now was no more needed
She had a smile with all pain fleeded .
A perfect love,
A perfect smile ,
A perfect feeling ,
With heartbreaks aside !
#Anchal #review #soulmate #keepreading
Red teary eyes ,
With messed up hair ,
Smudged liner;
With lipstick spread !
She was hurt
She had pain,
Had curing efforts
But all in vain.
And in her hand ....
His touch arrived
Those wet eyes ..
Had no tears to reside ...
The messed up hair ...
Turned to perfect layer ...
Lipstick now was no more needed
She had a smile with all pain fleeded .
A perfect love,
A perfect smile ,
A perfect feeling ,
With heartbreaks aside !
#anchalmani #review #soulmate #keepwriting
With messed up hair ,
Smudged liner;
With lipstick spread !
She was hurt
She had pain,
Had curing efforts
But all in vain.
And in her hand ....
His touch arrived
Those wet eyes ..
Had no tears to reside ...
The messed up hair ...
Turned to perfect layer ...
Lipstick now was no more needed
She had a smile with all pain fleeded .
A perfect love,
A perfect smile ,
A perfect feeling ,
With heartbreaks aside !
#anchalmani #review #soulmate #keepwriting
#review (ALL)
LIFE MARRIED DEATH
Life walk through the railways of death, seeking to express her greatest potentials. It was a heated argument held between life and death. Truth be told life prefers death but death otherwise wishes to be alive.
It happened that they met on a beautiful park to draw an agreement to understand the situation created by themselves. Life made it clear that one day he'll die but death otherwise wishes to bring life back to life by denying himself as death.
45-56-18 was the key that opened the door to the universal jackpot. Life became a blissful state when riches pop up like champagne. Death understood the neutrality between life and the rise of possibilities occurred.
Fear not the man who took himself to the grave but the one who forgets one day death would take him away. Life became a lover of death and anytime death occurs life reincarnates because the agreement was to marry each other to understand the point of neutrality and they have done amazingly well.
Victory is known when the man who is living becomes a friend of death. This is how true men conquered the fear of death, they pay periodic visit to their lost ones knowing that one day they'll also be gone.
Death becomes a beautiful jewel around the neck of those who chooses to go within themselves. They have come to innerstand that death and life are twin brothers and they're forever inseparable.
Come home to the dome of light and darkness, hold onto the shadows of your own fears and conquer everything within, for you're now a GOD of your own realities.
LIFE MARRIED DEATH
Life walk through the railways of death, seeking to express her greatest potentials. It was a heated argument held between life and death. Truth be told life prefers death but death otherwise wishes to be alive.
It happened that they met on a beautiful park to draw an agreement to understand the situation created by themselves. Life made it clear that one day he'll die but death otherwise wishes to bring life back to life by denying himself as death.
45-56-18 was the key that opened the door to the universal jackpot. Life became a blissful state when riches pop up like champagne. Death understood the neutrality between life and the rise of possibilities occurred.
Fear not the man who took himself to the grave but the one who forgets one day death would take him away. Life became a lover of death and anytime death occurs life reincarnates because the agreement was to marry each other to understand the point of neutrality and they have done amazingly well.
Victory is known when the man who is living becomes a friend of death. This is how true men conquered the fear of death, they pay periodic visit to their lost ones knowing that one day they'll also be gone.
Death becomes a beautiful jewel around the neck of those who chooses to go within themselves. They have come to innerstand that death and life are twin brothers and they're forever inseparable.
Come home to the dome of light and darkness, hold onto the shadows of your own fears and conquer everything within, for you're now a GOD of your own realities.
Here I stand on the sea shore,
Fearless, Rageous.
The tides trying to scare me,
With their monstrous waves.
They're gigantic,
But not more than my courage.
They're furious,
But not more than my rage.
They're blue,
But not more than my youth.
And I stand there staring at the sea,
It stares back at me.
Scared, obligated.
The waves still come to me,
But bow when the come near.
The thunderous sound of it,
Is like it's crying.
Because the storm in my eyes,
It bigger than the storm in the sea.
#review
#mans
Fearless, Rageous.
The tides trying to scare me,
With their monstrous waves.
They're gigantic,
But not more than my courage.
They're furious,
But not more than my rage.
They're blue,
But not more than my youth.
And I stand there staring at the sea,
It stares back at me.
Scared, obligated.
The waves still come to me,
But bow when the come near.
The thunderous sound of it,
Is like it's crying.
Because the storm in my eyes,
It bigger than the storm in the sea.
#review
#mans
Will you ever be mine?
#Abhijit #review
From the distance
In the dark
I see you in the very view
That I saw in my dreams
Thinking of your astounding beauty
Unable to distinguish what illusion and reality it seems
Then a thought passes through my mind
Will you ever be mine?
Its true that I may be poor by riches
Its true I may be poor by fame
But I have treasures of love
Hidden in the dungeons of my castle
Where I am the master of it
As well as I am the prisoner
Even the judge is me
And the executioner
That castle is my heart
Then my day dream ends
A thought passes through my mind
Will you ever be mine?
I shall never bring you the moon and stars
To you I may never show my concealed heart
Because of the fear of a broken love
Like petals from a broken flower
The thing which I feel for you ?
The emotions I ponder upon
Do you search for those in me
When this happen and you bestow a smile while watching me
Then a thought will pass by my mind
One day you will be mine
#Abhijit #review
From the distance
In the dark
I see you in the very view
That I saw in my dreams
Thinking of your astounding beauty
Unable to distinguish what illusion and reality it seems
Then a thought passes through my mind
Will you ever be mine?
Its true that I may be poor by riches
Its true I may be poor by fame
But I have treasures of love
Hidden in the dungeons of my castle
Where I am the master of it
As well as I am the prisoner
Even the judge is me
And the executioner
That castle is my heart
Then my day dream ends
A thought passes through my mind
Will you ever be mine?
I shall never bring you the moon and stars
To you I may never show my concealed heart
Because of the fear of a broken love
Like petals from a broken flower
The thing which I feel for you ?
The emotions I ponder upon
Do you search for those in me
When this happen and you bestow a smile while watching me
Then a thought will pass by my mind
One day you will be mine
The sunset is so beautiful,
From this broken glass pane,
The yellows oranges and reds,
Staining each other,
Like a three passionate lovers,
In a love triangle.
Me and my glass pane, both broken
Sit there in silence.
Looking at this beautiful,
Yet painful scene.
We see the colours loving and giving in.
And then,
Losing everything.
Now they're broken like us.
And they're gone.
Like we went away.
Now there's darkness.
Complete darkness.
Because the stains of love,
Are black.
#review
#mans
From this broken glass pane,
The yellows oranges and reds,
Staining each other,
Like a three passionate lovers,
In a love triangle.
Me and my glass pane, both broken
Sit there in silence.
Looking at this beautiful,
Yet painful scene.
We see the colours loving and giving in.
And then,
Losing everything.
Now they're broken like us.
And they're gone.
Like we went away.
Now there's darkness.
Complete darkness.
Because the stains of love,
Are black.
#review
#mans
Please take my eyes.I can't stop looking at these shattered pieces . The pieces I was left with , when you broke my young heart.On my doorstep I saw you . Red roses , red cheeks . Eyes soothing like the moonlight and smile like warm sunrays . Now you're gone . All I have are pieces . On my couch | saw your lips and your perfect torso.Every edge so perfectly carved , My sight melting down from your neck , fingers craving for touch Now you're - gone . All I have are pieces . I saw you on the right - side of my bed making that puppy face.Pulling me over you when I said i wanna sleep left . Now you're gone . All I have are pieces . These pieces are heart to collect . The more I touch them the more they break . I wish to fix them.Everytime I see them lying all around me.I want to love again . want to fall again.I want to give my heart to someone but nobody needs a heart in pieces . So there's no hope for love now , because the pieces won't get back together . Their sight kills me . So take my eyes.
#review
#mans
#review
#mans
"All men are the same",
Are they ?
Some tall and dark,
Some fair and handsome,
Some emotional,
Some devotional,
Some will take care of you,
Some may ignore you,
Tough from the outer side,
Soft on the inner heart,
They might not feel,
Appreciated sometimes,
As they deserve.
But here I am,
To deduce them.
It's brave how they,
Tolerate all our tantrums.
It's courageous to bear the pain,
Without shedding a tear.
All you men are,
Unique and special in your
Own ways.
It's hard to get surrounded by
Responsibilities and attain stability.
Cannot blame the whole kind,
Due to a few men.
We speak of equality,
If women are deity,
You are no lesser,
Than Lord.
ALL MEN ARE NOT SAME
#review
#nandini_thakar
Are they ?
Some tall and dark,
Some fair and handsome,
Some emotional,
Some devotional,
Some will take care of you,
Some may ignore you,
Tough from the outer side,
Soft on the inner heart,
They might not feel,
Appreciated sometimes,
As they deserve.
But here I am,
To deduce them.
It's brave how they,
Tolerate all our tantrums.
It's courageous to bear the pain,
Without shedding a tear.
All you men are,
Unique and special in your
Own ways.
It's hard to get surrounded by
Responsibilities and attain stability.
Cannot blame the whole kind,
Due to a few men.
We speak of equality,
If women are deity,
You are no lesser,
Than Lord.
ALL MEN ARE NOT SAME
#review
#nandini_thakar
will a block be laid
before the end of time
if clearing the site
has lasted till date
and to fulfill the dream
our ancestors had
the site must taste
diggers and spades
perhaps no generation
will see the first block
to be used
in the building of science
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
before the end of time
if clearing the site
has lasted till date
and to fulfill the dream
our ancestors had
the site must taste
diggers and spades
perhaps no generation
will see the first block
to be used
in the building of science
#AhmadMusa #review #poem