#review #asher
Title : Magician
Your eyelashes, your grace, your elegance, your fragrance.
In the earth or the cosmos, where were you, until now?
Your effect on me, your love so free, but you live across the sea.
Are you a dream? Or are you, some magician?
Are you a dream? Or are you, some magician?
Hey! These aromatic gardens.
Hey! Behind your sealed lips.
Hey! Your euphonius voice.
Are you a dream? Or are you, some magician?
Are you a dream? Or are you, some magician?
In those sleepy nights, I stay awake.
In those lost memories, I stay asleep
Hmm, I wonder what should I say if I ever meet you
On your yes or no I can live or die, for you.
Do you also face such impatience?
Hey! You are like a wish unheard.
Hey! Sometimes you feel like...
Hey! Like a shade under the sun.
Are you a dream? Or are you, some magician?
Are you a dream? Or are you, some magician?
If you say I can take you to the stars.
With my moistened eyes I can kiss you.
I shall not make those dishonest and dramatic promises.
Our symbiotic desires shall make us content.
I hope these moments will never end.
Hey! There is like an instance
Hey! In my breath
Hey! Where you wander like a sparrow
Are you a dream? Or are you, some magician?
Are you a dream? Or are you, some magician?
Title : Magician
Your eyelashes, your grace, your elegance, your fragrance.
In the earth or the cosmos, where were you, until now?
Your effect on me, your love so free, but you live across the sea.
Are you a dream? Or are you, some magician?
Are you a dream? Or are you, some magician?
Hey! These aromatic gardens.
Hey! Behind your sealed lips.
Hey! Your euphonius voice.
Are you a dream? Or are you, some magician?
Are you a dream? Or are you, some magician?
In those sleepy nights, I stay awake.
In those lost memories, I stay asleep
Hmm, I wonder what should I say if I ever meet you
On your yes or no I can live or die, for you.
Do you also face such impatience?
Hey! You are like a wish unheard.
Hey! Sometimes you feel like...
Hey! Like a shade under the sun.
Are you a dream? Or are you, some magician?
Are you a dream? Or are you, some magician?
If you say I can take you to the stars.
With my moistened eyes I can kiss you.
I shall not make those dishonest and dramatic promises.
Our symbiotic desires shall make us content.
I hope these moments will never end.
Hey! There is like an instance
Hey! In my breath
Hey! Where you wander like a sparrow
Are you a dream? Or are you, some magician?
Are you a dream? Or are you, some magician?
Sitting in middle of hundreds of strangers,
A hundred pair of eyes staring at me.
A hundred jokes,a hundred opinions,
Some bounding me some letting free.
My body feels like burning
I can't figure out what's the cause
Is it because of these hot sunrays
Or their piercing gaze finding my flaws
A hundred questions floating here
I don't know to whom they belong
Are these happy people the owner of them,
Or is it me questioning my ways for long.
My heart is filled to the brim with doubts
Am I doubting what's written in this book
Or am I doubting my own actions,
The things I shouldn't, and the ones I should.
My body is still as a stone cold statue
But there's a fearful rush inside my body
Is it the blood in my veins running
Or my soul sprinting on beats of Bohemian Rapsody.
Came here 'cause I needed some time,
To listen to the screams inside.
Now all these people have finally left,
Gifting me moments of insight
In this silence now to myself I'm talking,
And remembering all those memories I lived.
I know all those nights and all those years,
I myself am the one that I missed .
#review
#poetry
#mans
A hundred pair of eyes staring at me.
A hundred jokes,a hundred opinions,
Some bounding me some letting free.
My body feels like burning
I can't figure out what's the cause
Is it because of these hot sunrays
Or their piercing gaze finding my flaws
A hundred questions floating here
I don't know to whom they belong
Are these happy people the owner of them,
Or is it me questioning my ways for long.
My heart is filled to the brim with doubts
Am I doubting what's written in this book
Or am I doubting my own actions,
The things I shouldn't, and the ones I should.
My body is still as a stone cold statue
But there's a fearful rush inside my body
Is it the blood in my veins running
Or my soul sprinting on beats of Bohemian Rapsody.
Came here 'cause I needed some time,
To listen to the screams inside.
Now all these people have finally left,
Gifting me moments of insight
In this silence now to myself I'm talking,
And remembering all those memories I lived.
I know all those nights and all those years,
I myself am the one that I missed .
#review
#poetry
#mans
It has been told.
It is sin to love in this world
Rather Greater is to not love thyself
Ye have been warned
Be cautious !
Be careful !
For ye might not know when it happens
Long before ye realise it will flow in thy veins
Ye won't realise comrade ye will at greater risk of loosing thy happiness thy peace
Be cold !
Be indifferent!
For it will seep in thy heart
It will cloud thy mind
Be aware of human the evil
Don't fall for goodness
Don't fall for kindness
Let not the sweetness melt thy heart
Let not the smile be dependent on them
It has been told
It is sin to love in this world.
#review #poetry #vy
It is sin to love in this world
Rather Greater is to not love thyself
Ye have been warned
Be cautious !
Be careful !
For ye might not know when it happens
Long before ye realise it will flow in thy veins
Ye won't realise comrade ye will at greater risk of loosing thy happiness thy peace
Be cold !
Be indifferent!
For it will seep in thy heart
It will cloud thy mind
Be aware of human the evil
Don't fall for goodness
Don't fall for kindness
Let not the sweetness melt thy heart
Let not the smile be dependent on them
It has been told
It is sin to love in this world.
#review #poetry #vy
#aarushi
#poetry
#review Title: Someone you should know
I don't know who is reading this,
and what their feelings are right now,
but I'd like to introduce them,
to some people whom I know.
They are like the beautiful spring,
that makes the flowers of hope bloom,
even if they are sad themselves,
they alleviate their loved ones' gloom.
They protect their loved ones from pain,
like a mountain, standing proud and tall,
they might be broken themselves,
but they won't ever let others fall.
They always smile for their people,
only in a quiet room they will shed their tears,
they might be afraid of their own dreams,
but try to help others come out of their fears.
They might not be sure about themselves,
if they will ever do anything right,
but if someone tries to hurt their loved ones,
they won't give up without a good fight.
They are like the perinneal rivers,
having the power to both destroy and nurture,
the past is a bygone for them,
they focus their energy on the future.
Curious about who "they" are here?
It's you, yes, everyone reading this right now,
please know that you are precious,
unleash yourselves and make the world go wow!
#poetry
#review Title: Someone you should know
I don't know who is reading this,
and what their feelings are right now,
but I'd like to introduce them,
to some people whom I know.
They are like the beautiful spring,
that makes the flowers of hope bloom,
even if they are sad themselves,
they alleviate their loved ones' gloom.
They protect their loved ones from pain,
like a mountain, standing proud and tall,
they might be broken themselves,
but they won't ever let others fall.
They always smile for their people,
only in a quiet room they will shed their tears,
they might be afraid of their own dreams,
but try to help others come out of their fears.
They might not be sure about themselves,
if they will ever do anything right,
but if someone tries to hurt their loved ones,
they won't give up without a good fight.
They are like the perinneal rivers,
having the power to both destroy and nurture,
the past is a bygone for them,
they focus their energy on the future.
Curious about who "they" are here?
It's you, yes, everyone reading this right now,
please know that you are precious,
unleash yourselves and make the world go wow!
Beautiful is the 'life'
Replenished with money
Well! wanna live a happy life?
EARN MONEY
Want friendship?
EARN MONEY
Want respect?
EARN MONEY
Want anything?
The main thing that you need is money.
#review #moneymatters
Replenished with money
Well! wanna live a happy life?
EARN MONEY
Want friendship?
EARN MONEY
Want respect?
EARN MONEY
Want anything?
The main thing that you need is money.
Yes. Money only
Coz, Now Money's value has increased to buy friends and family too
The world is running behind MONEY. Somehow we too running behind it. The respect shown to a poor boy and a rich boy is different. Change your attitude. It's just a paper. But it's ruling the world. Remember everyone as a human and see their love inside. Respect everyone as a person, not as money. Don't treat them by seeing their money.#review #moneymatters
MADE A WE
Something did changed,
Within me a lot had changed.
Within you as well, things had changed,
And in a moment we both changed!
For better or for worse,
For richer or for poorer,
For sickness or in health,
For happier or for sadder,
We were going to get hitched!
"Holding on" was never me,
Until I met you and "made a we".
I never would chase and wait,
Until my heart realised you are my mate.
Alas, everything has changed!
So I am waiting right here,
For you're the apple of my eye dear.
Trust me, I won't change a thing,
Because you are my everything.
And if I have to do it all over again,
I will, without thinking this was in vain.
Just promise me that you will be mine,
Even if it means that we meet at 29.
Because "holding on" was never me,
Until I held you, and "made a we".
#review
Something did changed,
Within me a lot had changed.
Within you as well, things had changed,
And in a moment we both changed!
For better or for worse,
For richer or for poorer,
For sickness or in health,
For happier or for sadder,
We were going to get hitched!
"Holding on" was never me,
Until I met you and "made a we".
I never would chase and wait,
Until my heart realised you are my mate.
Alas, everything has changed!
So I am waiting right here,
For you're the apple of my eye dear.
Trust me, I won't change a thing,
Because you are my everything.
And if I have to do it all over again,
I will, without thinking this was in vain.
Just promise me that you will be mine,
Even if it means that we meet at 29.
Because "holding on" was never me,
Until I held you, and "made a we".
#review
Winter Breeze
There's a wind blowing
Blowing things out of proportion
My thoughts, stuck
As the world spirals.
My soul gets cold
From the unwanted thoughts
Sights of anxiety creep in
And my soul is lost.
My heart gets hit
By this ball of ice called heartbreak
And I begin to think
"what could have been".
This winter breeze in me
Uncontrollable and strong
But somehow I still have hope
Sunshine and puppies with a tomorrow that marks summer
#review
#Nosii
There's a wind blowing
Blowing things out of proportion
My thoughts, stuck
As the world spirals.
My soul gets cold
From the unwanted thoughts
Sights of anxiety creep in
And my soul is lost.
My heart gets hit
By this ball of ice called heartbreak
And I begin to think
"what could have been".
This winter breeze in me
Uncontrollable and strong
But somehow I still have hope
Sunshine and puppies with a tomorrow that marks summer
#review
#Nosii
#review
#iwritesometimes
The world wanted to tear them apart,
And they tried it with all their might,
But the bravest thing the two did,
Was hold on to each other's tight !
#iwritesometimes
The world wanted to tear them apart,
And they tried it with all their might,
But the bravest thing the two did,
Was hold on to each other's tight !
My 343 poems,
1. Here and there,
Neurons buzzing in brain,
Guess brain's dead.
2. I counted you,
I counted on you,
I was mistaken.
3. Found you here,
Wrote you on paper,
Burned that there.
4. Today, writer fell,
For words, never written,
Thus, poet reborn.
#review
#nandini_thakar
1. Here and there,
Neurons buzzing in brain,
Guess brain's dead.
2. I counted you,
I counted on you,
I was mistaken.
3. Found you here,
Wrote you on paper,
Burned that there.
4. Today, writer fell,
For words, never written,
Thus, poet reborn.
#review
#nandini_thakar
Dreams
Everyone has Dreams,
Their own Dreams.
Some Small Dreams,
And Yes, Big ones too.
In which,
Most of them can be achieved,
But a few can't be.
Work, Responsibility,
And thus, Anxiety.
In Consequence,
Some dreams remains
As Fantasies only.
So, must remember.
Dreaming isn't important,
But to achieve them, is.
#review #writrr #poetry
Everyone has Dreams,
Their own Dreams.
Some Small Dreams,
And Yes, Big ones too.
In which,
Most of them can be achieved,
But a few can't be.
Work, Responsibility,
And thus, Anxiety.
In Consequence,
Some dreams remains
As Fantasies only.
So, must remember.
Dreaming isn't important,
But to achieve them, is.
#review #writrr #poetry
This might break your naive heart,
Watching the sunrise without me,
But stay strong and hold on till the night,
You'll find me shining in the dark sky with glee.
This is not a Goodbye my love,
It's a promise to meet you again.
I'll make sure I give you a sign when I'm here,
Will send you Hellos with air and kisses with rain.
#mans
#poetry
#review
Watching the sunrise without me,
But stay strong and hold on till the night,
You'll find me shining in the dark sky with glee.
This is not a Goodbye my love,
It's a promise to meet you again.
I'll make sure I give you a sign when I'm here,
Will send you Hellos with air and kisses with rain.
#mans
#poetry
#review
#review #asher
Title : The Indian Kid
The bulge in his heart made him seek an emotional connection.
He found a beauty with smile and a pretentious affection.
Behind her wicked giggle, she just wanted a freebie.
A clown, a tour guide and a free cutie.
Unaware of her reality, the kid became passionate for her.
She had beauty and brains, so began to worship her.
That joy of giving, Panache some elation...
What started as a passion, became an obsession.
Scared of losing her, he became annoying.
She wanted a comedian, not a kid who's always crying.
One strange night, a witty talk just brawls.
The limits are crossed, the house of card falls.
Her infinite silence, then gave him fears.
A perplexing void with concealed tears.
The invisible string was snipped with his sting.
You chose a Kamikaze, kiddo. That's your ending.
Strangely enough, he feels good without attachments.
Nothing to prove, no burden of amendments.
This stability is beautiful, there are no lows or highs.
An advice to all kids, focus on your career and rise.
Title : The Indian Kid
The bulge in his heart made him seek an emotional connection.
He found a beauty with smile and a pretentious affection.
Behind her wicked giggle, she just wanted a freebie.
A clown, a tour guide and a free cutie.
Unaware of her reality, the kid became passionate for her.
She had beauty and brains, so began to worship her.
That joy of giving, Panache some elation...
What started as a passion, became an obsession.
Scared of losing her, he became annoying.
She wanted a comedian, not a kid who's always crying.
One strange night, a witty talk just brawls.
The limits are crossed, the house of card falls.
Her infinite silence, then gave him fears.
A perplexing void with concealed tears.
The invisible string was snipped with his sting.
You chose a Kamikaze, kiddo. That's your ending.
Strangely enough, he feels good without attachments.
Nothing to prove, no burden of amendments.
This stability is beautiful, there are no lows or highs.
An advice to all kids, focus on your career and rise.
Shattered yearns
Erratic yore
It's very susceptible to shirk past
It's very arduous to stride ahead
Easy is to aspire with orifices
It's difficult to overlook downfalls in vitality
The world of infatuation is glamorous
Encountering real-world is too tough
Falsifying a smile is merciful,
Exhibiting grief behind a smile is overwhelming
Easy to make many fictitious pals,
It's hard to excavate even a true one
Striving at stars is easy,
Fulfilling it is so hard
My consciousness implores me "who I am"
I'm void with no alibis,
Will I able to discover "who I am",
" Am I happy?"
"What's my purpose?"
My voidness is inflicting misery,
Dwelling a vitality of fakeness,
Feared of encountering a true one,
Attempting to let go of yore,
Struggling to find clues,
Aiming to see ambitions with eyes,
Embarking to find true prosperity
One day I will accomplish...
-Aira
#review #poetry #ae
Erratic yore
It's very susceptible to shirk past
It's very arduous to stride ahead
Easy is to aspire with orifices
It's difficult to overlook downfalls in vitality
The world of infatuation is glamorous
Encountering real-world is too tough
Falsifying a smile is merciful,
Exhibiting grief behind a smile is overwhelming
Easy to make many fictitious pals,
It's hard to excavate even a true one
Striving at stars is easy,
Fulfilling it is so hard
My consciousness implores me "who I am"
I'm void with no alibis,
Will I able to discover "who I am",
" Am I happy?"
"What's my purpose?"
My voidness is inflicting misery,
Dwelling a vitality of fakeness,
Feared of encountering a true one,
Attempting to let go of yore,
Struggling to find clues,
Aiming to see ambitions with eyes,
Embarking to find true prosperity
One day I will accomplish...
-Aira
#review #poetry #ae
#review #asher
Title : Sorry, Panache
I don't think you'll ever trust me or talk to me again.
All my attempts to apologize will go in vain.
These feelings of my heavy hearted guilt.
Will now make me unbend my emotional tilt.
But I wonder even if I fix myself..
Will that day ever come when you'll revisit my shelf?
That day when you'll unblock me and send..
"Hey Phoenix, you're still my friend."
Title : Sorry, Panache
I don't think you'll ever trust me or talk to me again.
All my attempts to apologize will go in vain.
These feelings of my heavy hearted guilt.
Will now make me unbend my emotional tilt.
But I wonder even if I fix myself..
Will that day ever come when you'll revisit my shelf?
That day when you'll unblock me and send..
"Hey Phoenix, you're still my friend."
#review
#im the editor of this. This is not my own work, made by a friend. Please review
I know you're tired.I know you live with demons ,ones that are loved and close. I know how relentless they are in their pursuit of u...I know you spend your days trying to silence them and your nights trying to hide from them-and the hell they put you through. Most of all, I know how hard u work to hide it all, to pretend you're fine, to paint a convincing smile upon ur face, and to act as if all is well with ur battered soul.
I know that all of this has left you exhausted—that you've numbered yourself and hurt yourself and starved urself in the hope that their voices will become silent and their fists will be lifted and you can finally breathe again. I know that right now it doesn't seems like moment will ever come. I know right now you'd rather leave than live. And even though I'm not standing in your shoes right now, and even though I don't know you, and even though I have no right at all—I'm asking you to stay ...to endure your incredibly painful, totally senseless now because I can see your glorious, blindingly beautiful then, if you do.
If u stick around, u will reach a spot that the sadness won't let right now- You'll reach tomorrow. And that is filled with possibility. It's a day you have been to. It's not this terrible day. There, you will not feel exactly What you are feeling right now...You may be stronger, or see things differently, or find a clearing, and life may look a way it hasn't in a long time. It may look like worth staying for...Tomorrow is the place where hope lives, and I want you to give yourself a chance to share space with that hope- to dance with it, to rest in it, to dream within it because you deserve it...
Dissapointments and regrets are mistakes...And you know there'll be moments of despair and painful seasons and dark nights of the soul you'll need to endure. You'll screw things up and be let down. You'll hurt, and you'll wonder how you'll ever make it through! But it's okay. Giving up is never the solution. Tomorrow will make you better
#im the editor of this. This is not my own work, made by a friend. Please review
I know you're tired.I know you live with demons ,ones that are loved and close. I know how relentless they are in their pursuit of u...I know you spend your days trying to silence them and your nights trying to hide from them-and the hell they put you through. Most of all, I know how hard u work to hide it all, to pretend you're fine, to paint a convincing smile upon ur face, and to act as if all is well with ur battered soul.
I know that all of this has left you exhausted—that you've numbered yourself and hurt yourself and starved urself in the hope that their voices will become silent and their fists will be lifted and you can finally breathe again. I know that right now it doesn't seems like moment will ever come. I know right now you'd rather leave than live. And even though I'm not standing in your shoes right now, and even though I don't know you, and even though I have no right at all—I'm asking you to stay ...to endure your incredibly painful, totally senseless now because I can see your glorious, blindingly beautiful then, if you do.
If u stick around, u will reach a spot that the sadness won't let right now- You'll reach tomorrow. And that is filled with possibility. It's a day you have been to. It's not this terrible day. There, you will not feel exactly What you are feeling right now...You may be stronger, or see things differently, or find a clearing, and life may look a way it hasn't in a long time. It may look like worth staying for...Tomorrow is the place where hope lives, and I want you to give yourself a chance to share space with that hope- to dance with it, to rest in it, to dream within it because you deserve it...
Dissapointments and regrets are mistakes...And you know there'll be moments of despair and painful seasons and dark nights of the soul you'll need to endure. You'll screw things up and be let down. You'll hurt, and you'll wonder how you'll ever make it through! But it's okay. Giving up is never the solution. Tomorrow will make you better