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
Title : The Show
What if a morning you'll wake up and find out that everything around you is scripted.
The way you go for your office, on the way you meet peoples all are same, like conscripted.
For their specific roles in your life, and it's a cue.
That this whole world is revolving around you.
You are being watched from concealed cameras.
Your every move is being recorded at all Agora.
Your parents, friends and neighbors all are disguising themselves
from you,
and they are a part of this big screen that's featuring you.
You have been rescued so far from every fatal risk.
Cause you're the star of this fictitious flick,
and stars are born for shining bright,
not for blowing out but for giving a big hit.
Then, after acquainting this would you carry on living your shackled and a tranquil life ?
Or would like to see beyond this film set that's full of the strife?
#review
#rks
#poetry
What if a morning you'll wake up and find out that everything around you is scripted.
The way you go for your office, on the way you meet peoples all are same, like conscripted.
For their specific roles in your life, and it's a cue.
That this whole world is revolving around you.
You are being watched from concealed cameras.
Your every move is being recorded at all Agora.
Your parents, friends and neighbors all are disguising themselves
from you,
and they are a part of this big screen that's featuring you.
You have been rescued so far from every fatal risk.
Cause you're the star of this fictitious flick,
and stars are born for shining bright,
not for blowing out but for giving a big hit.
Then, after acquainting this would you carry on living your shackled and a tranquil life ?
Or would like to see beyond this film set that's full of the strife?
#review
#rks
#poetry
#review
Title : My friend
My friend left me.
I loved everything about her. She was perfect. So I always had a fear that someday she might leave me.
Ironically, that fear of mine of her leaving me is exactly the reason why she actually left me. Ha.
That fear made me obsessive, stalking, paranoid, weird and dishonest. It was annoying for her. So she left me.
But I don't want to lose any more friends or family.
So I won't care any more if anybody leaves me. Nobody owes me anything.
I'll just focus on career and socialising with every one frankly with not much expectations. I'll just focus on my duties, not the rewards.
My friend was an enchanter.
She used to take so much interest in me.
She used to ask me so many questions about my life.
She wanted to know everything about myself.
She made me realize so many flaws in me. Funny how by leaving me, she made me realize the biggest flaw inside me.
I miss my friend. I really do. I wish she could come back.
Most probably, she'll never feel like returning and talking to me again.
Most probably, she'll never feel like trusting me again.
But it's fine. I don't want to disappoint her again by making myself suffer without her.
But I hope she reads one last thing I want to say to her.
"I hope you like me forever in your heart. That's the most important thing I always expected from you."
~ Ash
Title : My friend
My friend left me.
I loved everything about her. She was perfect. So I always had a fear that someday she might leave me.
Ironically, that fear of mine of her leaving me is exactly the reason why she actually left me. Ha.
That fear made me obsessive, stalking, paranoid, weird and dishonest. It was annoying for her. So she left me.
But I don't want to lose any more friends or family.
So I won't care any more if anybody leaves me. Nobody owes me anything.
I'll just focus on career and socialising with every one frankly with not much expectations. I'll just focus on my duties, not the rewards.
My friend was an enchanter.
She used to take so much interest in me.
She used to ask me so many questions about my life.
She wanted to know everything about myself.
She made me realize so many flaws in me. Funny how by leaving me, she made me realize the biggest flaw inside me.
I miss my friend. I really do. I wish she could come back.
Most probably, she'll never feel like returning and talking to me again.
Most probably, she'll never feel like trusting me again.
But it's fine. I don't want to disappoint her again by making myself suffer without her.
But I hope she reads one last thing I want to say to her.
"I hope you like me forever in your heart. That's the most important thing I always expected from you."
~ Ash
I think she is good.
Is she ? Or is it your manhood.
I think she is nice.
Do you? Is she? All I am saying is just be wise.
Wow! Calm and polite!
Ahh! fear good things ! Shed some light on dark sides.
She is beauty! She is bright!
Never fall for it! Doesn't make it right.
I think she is treasure!
Oh is it ? Tresures are cursed seem like unwanted pressure.
She is holy!
Oh !C'mon ,Holy things are unwanted in the in the world so unholy.
I think I love her.
I think she will die, sir.
Why? what's wrong with you?
Good things don't last ! Everyone dies, so will you.
Darn!! you are dark, evil.
Oh am I? Or is it you !
#poetry #review #vy
Is she ? Or is it your manhood.
I think she is nice.
Do you? Is she? All I am saying is just be wise.
Wow! Calm and polite!
Ahh! fear good things ! Shed some light on dark sides.
She is beauty! She is bright!
Never fall for it! Doesn't make it right.
I think she is treasure!
Oh is it ? Tresures are cursed seem like unwanted pressure.
She is holy!
Oh !C'mon ,Holy things are unwanted in the in the world so unholy.
I think I love her.
I think she will die, sir.
Why? what's wrong with you?
Good things don't last ! Everyone dies, so will you.
Darn!! you are dark, evil.
Oh am I? Or is it you !
#poetry #review #vy
She was drunk and lonely
Alone in the city maybe that's why she don't know me
Writing bout her maybe that's made her know me
Hooked up with her cause she was horny
She didn't said any word but when I left she said wish you'd met me before
I just saw in her eyes and felt like she want more
Her body wanting me but she couldn't said any word
Maybe she don't want to get addict or maybe she don't want to do this anymore
Her weight was much heavy but at that time, I made her feel low
She said wanting this so hard, waiting from the months
Tell me how you get good at this ? now I can't satisfy at once
I just started from removing clothes and slowly her body started gettin burn
Pleasure come with pain though but she was having fun
Leg was stucked with her pants but it looks like she wanted to run
Or maybe she wanted the one who won't run and drive her crazy
And later, she found me and I found her, no one is between us
(Erotic breathing and saying)
'Amazing'.
#review #piyush #fictionalstory
Alone in the city maybe that's why she don't know me
Writing bout her maybe that's made her know me
Hooked up with her cause she was horny
She didn't said any word but when I left she said wish you'd met me before
I just saw in her eyes and felt like she want more
Her body wanting me but she couldn't said any word
Maybe she don't want to get addict or maybe she don't want to do this anymore
Her weight was much heavy but at that time, I made her feel low
She said wanting this so hard, waiting from the months
Tell me how you get good at this ? now I can't satisfy at once
I just started from removing clothes and slowly her body started gettin burn
Pleasure come with pain though but she was having fun
Leg was stucked with her pants but it looks like she wanted to run
Or maybe she wanted the one who won't run and drive her crazy
And later, she found me and I found her, no one is between us
(Erotic breathing and saying)
'Amazing'.
#review #piyush #fictionalstory
Title : Normality
If he loves, him and cares for him
Let them live, let them love.
His choice, your egalitarianism.
If she wears short dresses, feels like a barbie.
Let her be, her choice is good your thinking should be.
If he wants to shed tears, couldn't hold his stress.
Give him your shoulder, it's not shameless.
If she is unprepared for being a mom
Let her abort, despite digging her a tomb.
If he chooses, his career of his choice.
Let him be whatsoever he decides.
If she wishes to study after her marriage.
Let her study, be her patronage.
If the black colour is classy.
Let's apply it to the skin, make the colorism trashy.
Thinking is a choice, a gender is not.
If you're an altruist, love LGBTQ too alot.
Let's make the equality a new normal.
Respect all, accept all and love all.
Let's make the humanism immortal.
#poetry
#review
#rks
If he loves, him and cares for him
Let them live, let them love.
His choice, your egalitarianism.
If she wears short dresses, feels like a barbie.
Let her be, her choice is good your thinking should be.
If he wants to shed tears, couldn't hold his stress.
Give him your shoulder, it's not shameless.
If she is unprepared for being a mom
Let her abort, despite digging her a tomb.
If he chooses, his career of his choice.
Let him be whatsoever he decides.
If she wishes to study after her marriage.
Let her study, be her patronage.
If the black colour is classy.
Let's apply it to the skin, make the colorism trashy.
Thinking is a choice, a gender is not.
If you're an altruist, love LGBTQ too alot.
Let's make the equality a new normal.
Respect all, accept all and love all.
Let's make the humanism immortal.
#poetry
#review
#rks
If he loves, him and cares for him.
Let them live, let them love.
His choice, your egalitarianism.
If she wears short dresses, feels like a barbie.
Let her be, her choice is good your thinking should be.
If he wants to shed tears, couldn't hold his stress.
Give him your shoulder, it's not shameless.
If she is unprepared for being a mom.
Let her abort, despite digging her a tomb.
If he chooses, his career of his choice.
Let him be whatsoever he decides.
If she wishes to study after her marriage.
Let her study, be her patronage.
If the black colour is classy.
Let's apply it to the skin, make the colorism trashy.
Thinking is a choice, a gender is not.
If you're an altruist, love LGBTQ too alot.
Let's make the equality a new normal.
Respect all, accept all and love all.
Let's make the humanism immortal.
#review
#rks
#poetry
Let them live, let them love.
His choice, your egalitarianism.
If she wears short dresses, feels like a barbie.
Let her be, her choice is good your thinking should be.
If he wants to shed tears, couldn't hold his stress.
Give him your shoulder, it's not shameless.
If she is unprepared for being a mom.
Let her abort, despite digging her a tomb.
If he chooses, his career of his choice.
Let him be whatsoever he decides.
If she wishes to study after her marriage.
Let her study, be her patronage.
If the black colour is classy.
Let's apply it to the skin, make the colorism trashy.
Thinking is a choice, a gender is not.
If you're an altruist, love LGBTQ too alot.
Let's make the equality a new normal.
Respect all, accept all and love all.
Let's make the humanism immortal.
#review
#rks
#poetry
#review #ashers
She needed a friend, but I gave her a faux account.
She needed some space, but I intruded her peace of mind.
She needed a forever friend, but I gave her threats of desertion.
She needed some positivity, but I gave her negativity.
Even though she tried to give me everything I needed.
But I........?
Those sincere eyes are gone. But I hope for those eyes to return. I hope she gives me a chance, to fix this guilt inside me.
She needed a friend, but I gave her a faux account.
She needed some space, but I intruded her peace of mind.
She needed a forever friend, but I gave her threats of desertion.
She needed some positivity, but I gave her negativity.
Even though she tried to give me everything I needed.
But I........?
Those sincere eyes are gone. But I hope for those eyes to return. I hope she gives me a chance, to fix this guilt inside me.
#review #asher
She needed a friend, but I gave her a faux account.
She needed some space, but I intruded her peace of mind
She needed a forever friend, but I gave her threats of desertion.
She needed some positivity, but I gave her negativity.
She tried to give me everything I needed.
But I........?
Her sincere eyes are gone. I hope they return, and give me a chance, to give her everything she needs, so that this moral guilt inside me, is finally fixed.
~ Ash
She needed a friend, but I gave her a faux account.
She needed some space, but I intruded her peace of mind
She needed a forever friend, but I gave her threats of desertion.
She needed some positivity, but I gave her negativity.
She tried to give me everything I needed.
But I........?
Her sincere eyes are gone. I hope they return, and give me a chance, to give her everything she needs, so that this moral guilt inside me, is finally fixed.
~ Ash
Sing me the song
#review #poetry #Abhijit
Sing me the song as you in past sang
Melodious it was with your unique slang
I want to hear it again from your curved lips
Voice of your sweet lies
Making me belief that dreams are always flowers and butterflies
Sing me the song of our endless nights
Where we both lie in each other arms
As time stopped then and there
Entangled in our kiss.
The memories like these I most miss
But I never knew that betrayal was in your blood
I never knew that you leaving me will cause an inside flood
Flood of despair, anger, loneliness and a total stranger.
Stranger to the hate that would follow
Stranger to insomnia, Stranger to tomorrow
I tried to move on
Started every day with a fake smile
But by the end of the day I was drunk
While I roam in nothingness.
I became weird and vile
Now I wonder what a fool I was
To make you my love,
Now I know that it was all false
You were just making a bluff
Sing me my last song
Before I descent to hell
Sing me my mistakes
Sing me your name
And if you ever want to save me
Come back at my grave, my lady,
Even from hell, I will love you madly
#review #poetry #Abhijit
Sing me the song as you in past sang
Melodious it was with your unique slang
I want to hear it again from your curved lips
Voice of your sweet lies
Making me belief that dreams are always flowers and butterflies
Sing me the song of our endless nights
Where we both lie in each other arms
As time stopped then and there
Entangled in our kiss.
The memories like these I most miss
But I never knew that betrayal was in your blood
I never knew that you leaving me will cause an inside flood
Flood of despair, anger, loneliness and a total stranger.
Stranger to the hate that would follow
Stranger to insomnia, Stranger to tomorrow
I tried to move on
Started every day with a fake smile
But by the end of the day I was drunk
While I roam in nothingness.
I became weird and vile
Now I wonder what a fool I was
To make you my love,
Now I know that it was all false
You were just making a bluff
Sing me my last song
Before I descent to hell
Sing me my mistakes
Sing me your name
And if you ever want to save me
Come back at my grave, my lady,
Even from hell, I will love you madly
What are friends
What are friends
When the sky is blue and
the harmonious birds spin
Tunes in the air
What are friends
When the oceans sing
the mermaid's song
Inline with the whales
What are friends
When the trees swish
And swosh to the
Superiority of the sun
What are friends
When polar bears
Remind me the one time
I felt nature was home
#review
#Nosii
What are friends
When the sky is blue and
the harmonious birds spin
Tunes in the air
What are friends
When the oceans sing
the mermaid's song
Inline with the whales
What are friends
When the trees swish
And swosh to the
Superiority of the sun
What are friends
When polar bears
Remind me the one time
I felt nature was home
#review
#Nosii
~ a moment of execution ~
Is my adventure postponed or raised session?
Or was the judgment issued against me in absentia ?!
I haven't realized anything yet ...!
I did not start yet ..!
Did everything end like this ..? Without ... you hear my testimony ..
?!
Or should I recover from a long coma?
Should I pay a bribe to this life to resume my walk with it?
Or did she make her decision and does not return? ..
I hate losing since my youth ... Am I losing in front of a life that claims its chains are around me ?!
Do I rebel? It is my freedom that I deserve ..... What if my execution is my freedom ??
#review
Is my adventure postponed or raised session?
Or was the judgment issued against me in absentia ?!
I haven't realized anything yet ...!
I did not start yet ..!
Did everything end like this ..? Without ... you hear my testimony ..
?!
Or should I recover from a long coma?
Should I pay a bribe to this life to resume my walk with it?
Or did she make her decision and does not return? ..
I hate losing since my youth ... Am I losing in front of a life that claims its chains are around me ?!
Do I rebel? It is my freedom that I deserve ..... What if my execution is my freedom ??
#review
~ a moment of execution ~
Is my adventure postponed or raised session?
Or was the judgment issued against me in absentia ?!
I haven't realized anything yet ...!
I did not start yet ..!
Did everything end like this ..? Without ... you hear my testimony ..
?!
Or should I recover from a long coma?
Should I pay a bribe to this life to resume my walk with it?
Or did she make her decision and does not return? ..
I hate losing since my youth ... Am I losing in front of a life that claims its chains are around me ?!
Do I rebel? It is my freedom that I deserve ..... What if my execution is my freedom ??
#story
#review
Is my adventure postponed or raised session?
Or was the judgment issued against me in absentia ?!
I haven't realized anything yet ...!
I did not start yet ..!
Did everything end like this ..? Without ... you hear my testimony ..
?!
Or should I recover from a long coma?
Should I pay a bribe to this life to resume my walk with it?
Or did she make her decision and does not return? ..
I hate losing since my youth ... Am I losing in front of a life that claims its chains are around me ?!
Do I rebel? It is my freedom that I deserve ..... What if my execution is my freedom ??
#story
#review
#review
There will be times when you will want to force your loved one.
When you will want to decieve one.
When you will want to ignore one.
When you will want like curse one.
Just take a deep breath in such times.
Don't be so selfish and don't have such obsession.
Don't lose a gem from your life.
Remind yourself to feel your loved one, with passion.
~Ash
There will be times when you will want to force your loved one.
When you will want to decieve one.
When you will want to ignore one.
When you will want like curse one.
Just take a deep breath in such times.
Don't be so selfish and don't have such obsession.
Don't lose a gem from your life.
Remind yourself to feel your loved one, with passion.
~Ash
#review #rant
You see how we think we chase that person in our life who we think is special, how we are always looking for ways so that they can look back at us in the same way we look at them, they feel for us same way we feel for them... And they don't. After which we feel we are a fool for chasing them and we think they enjoy or show apathy towards our situation...
Guess what.. Everyone's fool for someone. They are not looking at us the way we look at them because they are looking at someone else the way we look at them and perhaps that someone is hoping to catch someone else's attention... And the chain goes on.
I would be too crass to say that everyone's someone's bitch.
#The_Lost_Poet
You see how we think we chase that person in our life who we think is special, how we are always looking for ways so that they can look back at us in the same way we look at them, they feel for us same way we feel for them... And they don't. After which we feel we are a fool for chasing them and we think they enjoy or show apathy towards our situation...
Guess what.. Everyone's fool for someone. They are not looking at us the way we look at them because they are looking at someone else the way we look at them and perhaps that someone is hoping to catch someone else's attention... And the chain goes on.
I would be too crass to say that everyone's someone's bitch.
#The_Lost_Poet
YOU
You're my cosmos and my infinity,
You're the wild hearts beating for eternity
You're the embrace of the silver moon
You're the flowers that the bloom,
You're the thoughts that have been left unsaid,
You're the books that I've read,
You're my fav person in the crowd,
You're my "I love you" said out too loud,
You're the mantelpiece beside my bed,
You're the love letters that I have read,
You're the one who taught me to be free,
You're the one who loved me for being me!
~
#iwritesometimes
#loverhyme
You're my cosmos and my infinity,
You're the wild hearts beating for eternity
You're the embrace of the silver moon
You're the flowers that the bloom,
You're the thoughts that have been left unsaid,
You're the books that I've read,
You're my fav person in the crowd,
You're my "I love you" said out too loud,
You're the mantelpiece beside my bed,
You're the love letters that I have read,
You're the one who taught me to be free,
You're the one who loved me for being me!
~
iwritesometimes
@mansibajaj
#review #iwritesometimes
#loverhyme