#review #poetry #Angela
COURAGE
swimming in the
ocean of fear
and doubt
Believing the
Oasis moment of
negative thoughts
Drawn by it's
Discouraging words
Saying "you can't"
Weighed him down
Withheld the light
Replaces it with darkness
Signifying Nothing
Tried to be firm
But it all looks like a game
Falling, the more he faught to get up
"You can't!!" It echoed
"I can" he managed to say
The pain of falling thousand
times Was unbearable.
With believe and
positive thoughts
Anger filled as his white
charming eyes turned red
Facing doubt and fear
Defeating it with courage
Saying "I did it!!"
COURAGE
swimming in the
ocean of fear
and doubt
Believing the
Oasis moment of
negative thoughts
Drawn by it's
Discouraging words
Saying "you can't"
Weighed him down
Withheld the light
Replaces it with darkness
Signifying Nothing
Tried to be firm
But it all looks like a game
Falling, the more he faught to get up
"You can't!!" It echoed
"I can" he managed to say
The pain of falling thousand
times Was unbearable.
With believe and
positive thoughts
Anger filled as his white
charming eyes turned red
Facing doubt and fear
Defeating it with courage
Saying "I did it!!"
Do you feel that you are inferior to other people :
I hope the answer must be negative but if it is positive don't reckon that browsing this article is the destruction of time.
You are in the perfect spot, and I am pretty sure that what you guys are reckoning now,
Who is this girl to instruct us what we think and not? Yeah, I am indeed neither a mentalist nor a motivational speaker just an ordinary girl who believes that she has gone through many obstacles in her life, perhaps it might the way she thinks of herself...because we people always love embellishments...
So, what am preaching is if you feel you are inferior to the people around you, yeah!, accept it, you are lesser perhaps, it is nothing but the truth and trusts me, truth always hurt.
But the question is how you deal with it. are you planning to remain so? Then guys its time for changing the total personality of yours.
Because you are dismantling yourself which is not admissible. You deserve better than this
Then why you guys waiting for, just do it
Struggle for it, and fight for it, find a key to make yourself better and that key is inside you
Yes, I am babbling about your inner psyche
Are you confused about how? It is so simple
Alter yourself mahn just like you alter your clothes to get fit in. Change your mindset according to your inner powers then you will realise how incredible you are.
Always think every soul in this profound Galaxy should have gone through what you are feeling now regardless of rich/poor, nerd/nitwit, old/young
Girl/boy. You are not alone every soul who bragging about their current life and all so-called social media influencers who try to portray their happy face,
in short, everyone who is gasping in this profound cosmos was undergone the theory of despairs and disappointments. Nobody's life is perfect and in my perspective perfection just a myth unless we have an innate passion for what we are doing.
Gratefully, those people who we considered to be the greatest mindset of these consecutive centuries retain it.
Boulevardier, it's not hard but it is just like chewing a gooseberry at the beginning it must be bitter but in the end, it is sweet and will not fade away even if we drink water.
Whatsoever Be a fighter and trust me, you will accomplish it.
Be a replica of your true self.
You are incredibly beautiful, and you are the emperor of your kingdom.
#review
I hope the answer must be negative but if it is positive don't reckon that browsing this article is the destruction of time.
You are in the perfect spot, and I am pretty sure that what you guys are reckoning now,
Who is this girl to instruct us what we think and not? Yeah, I am indeed neither a mentalist nor a motivational speaker just an ordinary girl who believes that she has gone through many obstacles in her life, perhaps it might the way she thinks of herself...because we people always love embellishments...
So, what am preaching is if you feel you are inferior to the people around you, yeah!, accept it, you are lesser perhaps, it is nothing but the truth and trusts me, truth always hurt.
But the question is how you deal with it. are you planning to remain so? Then guys its time for changing the total personality of yours.
Because you are dismantling yourself which is not admissible. You deserve better than this
Then why you guys waiting for, just do it
Struggle for it, and fight for it, find a key to make yourself better and that key is inside you
Yes, I am babbling about your inner psyche
Are you confused about how? It is so simple
Alter yourself mahn just like you alter your clothes to get fit in. Change your mindset according to your inner powers then you will realise how incredible you are.
Always think every soul in this profound Galaxy should have gone through what you are feeling now regardless of rich/poor, nerd/nitwit, old/young
Girl/boy. You are not alone every soul who bragging about their current life and all so-called social media influencers who try to portray their happy face,
in short, everyone who is gasping in this profound cosmos was undergone the theory of despairs and disappointments. Nobody's life is perfect and in my perspective perfection just a myth unless we have an innate passion for what we are doing.
Gratefully, those people who we considered to be the greatest mindset of these consecutive centuries retain it.
Boulevardier, it's not hard but it is just like chewing a gooseberry at the beginning it must be bitter but in the end, it is sweet and will not fade away even if we drink water.
Whatsoever Be a fighter and trust me, you will accomplish it.
Be a replica of your true self.
You are incredibly beautiful, and you are the emperor of your kingdom.
#review
I had a dream , a dream of delusion
A man with muscles better and nerves more
A suit was his only wear
He held me close
His perfume made me crazy
I could smell his hormones that made me dizzy
A man perfect than the word , have ever seen before
All seemed a piece of fiction , time stopped around me
I saw his lips part , desire spoke
“You are mine , I don't allow you to look at others and smile”
My heart beat faster , felt his warmth of lips on mine
I closed my eyes to feel , opened and found lying in the sofa
Although a dream but the man I want .
From love lorn to a walter
The man kept the fire in me burn
I perfected fake smile , ambition in me spoke
From bubbly to cold I made myself perfect than the word
Perfect man in dreams to a perfect lady in life
Adoring him to adored by all the men
My life changed from a turmoil to utopia
#review #poetry #AC
A man with muscles better and nerves more
A suit was his only wear
He held me close
His perfume made me crazy
I could smell his hormones that made me dizzy
A man perfect than the word , have ever seen before
All seemed a piece of fiction , time stopped around me
I saw his lips part , desire spoke
“You are mine , I don't allow you to look at others and smile”
My heart beat faster , felt his warmth of lips on mine
I closed my eyes to feel , opened and found lying in the sofa
Although a dream but the man I want .
From love lorn to a walter
The man kept the fire in me burn
I perfected fake smile , ambition in me spoke
From bubbly to cold I made myself perfect than the word
Perfect man in dreams to a perfect lady in life
Adoring him to adored by all the men
My life changed from a turmoil to utopia
#review #poetry #AC
Separation
One by one, everyone falls apart,
Distance creeps up between our hearts.
The coffees go cold,
The invitations go stale.
The love that they shared
Turn into memories, rare.
But they pretend it does not exist,
This rift is invisible, impossible to see.
Dragging us away our feelings go numb,
Distance creep up between the moon and the sun.
Now all the stars in their life are all that shine,
The moon is lost somewhere in shadow of mind.
It passes under the sun,
Just a glance in a while..
But everyone keeps falling apart to the cruel hands of time.
#tm #poem #review
One by one, everyone falls apart,
Distance creeps up between our hearts.
The coffees go cold,
The invitations go stale.
The love that they shared
Turn into memories, rare.
But they pretend it does not exist,
This rift is invisible, impossible to see.
Dragging us away our feelings go numb,
Distance creep up between the moon and the sun.
Now all the stars in their life are all that shine,
The moon is lost somewhere in shadow of mind.
It passes under the sun,
Just a glance in a while..
But everyone keeps falling apart to the cruel hands of time.
#tm #poem #review
Title : "Holi" Days.
The spring is back.
Accompanying the memories of "Holi" merry make.
We used to be thrilled even before the "Holi" break.
How we were jovial then, unescorted by the term "fake".
Last night I was ruminating it with sipping milk shake.
Last day of school used to be humorous, we used to laugh till bellyache.
Colouring one and all used to be the second best partake.
Bantering all and sundry was still at the apex.
Rushing to the playground for putting "Gulaal" on all and every peer.
What great days those were! Without fear.
The day before Holi is called "Holika Dahan".
The day to burn evil, vanity, and our inner satan.
Before waking up in the morning of Holi, we used to have moustaches of colour.
That we ourselves used to make on one another's faces as it's our culture.
We used to gorge ourselves from dawn to dusk.
Then there was shower of colours again
Until we ourselves used to get disgust.
There used to be some special moments in the evening.
We used to go everybody's home with packets of "Abir" for colouring.
And the special songs of "Phag" were sung in the people's gathering.
This way we used to celebrate the festival of colours playing.
We still do all this, but now it's like we missed something.
That maybe ours Salad Days,
in a maze of rivalry and misconception's cage.
P. S. HAPPY HOLI TO ALL IN ADVANCE.
#review
#rks
#poetry
The spring is back.
Accompanying the memories of "Holi" merry make.
We used to be thrilled even before the "Holi" break.
How we were jovial then, unescorted by the term "fake".
Last night I was ruminating it with sipping milk shake.
Last day of school used to be humorous, we used to laugh till bellyache.
Colouring one and all used to be the second best partake.
Bantering all and sundry was still at the apex.
Rushing to the playground for putting "Gulaal" on all and every peer.
What great days those were! Without fear.
The day before Holi is called "Holika Dahan".
The day to burn evil, vanity, and our inner satan.
Before waking up in the morning of Holi, we used to have moustaches of colour.
That we ourselves used to make on one another's faces as it's our culture.
We used to gorge ourselves from dawn to dusk.
Then there was shower of colours again
Until we ourselves used to get disgust.
There used to be some special moments in the evening.
We used to go everybody's home with packets of "Abir" for colouring.
And the special songs of "Phag" were sung in the people's gathering.
This way we used to celebrate the festival of colours playing.
We still do all this, but now it's like we missed something.
That maybe ours Salad Days,
in a maze of rivalry and misconception's cage.
P. S. HAPPY HOLI TO ALL IN ADVANCE.
#review
#rks
#poetry
Letting go
This is a place
Where I pour my void away.
Please understand,
These are unchartered terrains.
These are all the things
I keep my doors closed to,
For these feelings I have never
Let myself feel up to.
I ask myself this question
Everyday, everytime.
If I am broken
Which part is whole of mine?
I come here in hope
To face the demons I feed;
To talk to my inner child,
Ask her if she's healed.
I come here, afraid I'd leave empty.
I come here, afraid I'd leave heavy and full.
This is my safe place,
But I come here in hopes-
To let go of my pain
To let go of all the pain...
#tm #poem #review
This is a place
Where I pour my void away.
Please understand,
These are unchartered terrains.
These are all the things
I keep my doors closed to,
For these feelings I have never
Let myself feel up to.
I ask myself this question
Everyday, everytime.
If I am broken
Which part is whole of mine?
I come here in hope
To face the demons I feed;
To talk to my inner child,
Ask her if she's healed.
I come here, afraid I'd leave empty.
I come here, afraid I'd leave heavy and full.
This is my safe place,
But I come here in hopes-
To let go of my pain
To let go of all the pain...
#tm #poem #review
People see me as being lonely, quite and anti social.
They have the audacity to even tell that to me,
makes me wonder if they can feel empathy.
I don't need to be reminded that I don't behave like them, I know in myself how should I behave in connection to my personality.
Haven't they heard the word, introvert? Perhaps they don't,
Otherwise they would know better its no big deal.
For many, they like to go out and do adventures,
Others just like to lie down,
with their backs to the ceiling and their eyes fix to the book at hand.
Immersed in the waves of words feeding their minds.
Feeling at peace for the solitude, that for some find unhealthy.
Whenever I get asked whether I feel lonely, I answer never have I felt that.
Of course I get mixed reactions, others even raised their eyebrows.
I can't blame them, they must have been living in their own bubble all their life.
Get a needle and blow that bubble, otherwise they'll continue believing being you isn't normal.
#tm #poet #review
They have the audacity to even tell that to me,
makes me wonder if they can feel empathy.
I don't need to be reminded that I don't behave like them, I know in myself how should I behave in connection to my personality.
Haven't they heard the word, introvert? Perhaps they don't,
Otherwise they would know better its no big deal.
For many, they like to go out and do adventures,
Others just like to lie down,
with their backs to the ceiling and their eyes fix to the book at hand.
Immersed in the waves of words feeding their minds.
Feeling at peace for the solitude, that for some find unhealthy.
Whenever I get asked whether I feel lonely, I answer never have I felt that.
Of course I get mixed reactions, others even raised their eyebrows.
I can't blame them, they must have been living in their own bubble all their life.
Get a needle and blow that bubble, otherwise they'll continue believing being you isn't normal.
#tm #poet #review
Hello, a five-letter word,
Too simple yet quite powerful
Probably the most used word
But always taken for granted
We say hello when we answer calls
I met my friends from simple hellos
Want to greet your crush? Well, saying hello ain't a bad start
Getting someone's attention doesn't sound off when you start with telling them hello
You see, these are some good things Hello gets you
It helps connect people
Better than Facebook does
Because you never start a conversation without saying Hello,
With that said,
always keep in mind
Words can look basic but have greater meaning
Single word that can make thousand words follow
#review #poet #tm #openforcriticalopinions #pleasedotellmeifitwasbad
Too simple yet quite powerful
Probably the most used word
But always taken for granted
We say hello when we answer calls
I met my friends from simple hellos
Want to greet your crush? Well, saying hello ain't a bad start
Getting someone's attention doesn't sound off when you start with telling them hello
You see, these are some good things Hello gets you
It helps connect people
Better than Facebook does
Because you never start a conversation without saying Hello,
With that said,
always keep in mind
Words can look basic but have greater meaning
Single word that can make thousand words follow
#review #poet #tm #openforcriticalopinions #pleasedotellmeifitwasbad
#review #poetry #Einstestine
Loving a lie too much
Hating to deny so much
The Builded madness, unraveled
the path
The Builded hatred, bring forth the wrath
A short lived journey
like a broken Hourglass sand
A melancholy start and an abrupt end
(Pls do tell me your views on this , it's always interesting to hear different openions)
Loving a lie too much
Hating to deny so much
The Builded madness, unraveled
the path
The Builded hatred, bring forth the wrath
A short lived journey
like a broken Hourglass sand
A melancholy start and an abrupt end
(Pls do tell me your views on this , it's always interesting to hear different openions)
Mind of mine
Happiness is genuine when shared.
Peace is real when you find solace in soltitude.
I am stuck in the middle because one denies the other.
Leading my path to existential crisis.
( please spill your words about it)
#review.
Yours.
Xoxo
Wallflower
Happiness is genuine when shared.
Peace is real when you find solace in soltitude.
I am stuck in the middle because one denies the other.
Leading my path to existential crisis.
( please spill your words about it)
#review.
Yours.
Xoxo
Wallflower
@keithkayled it hurt deep inside like a spindle
I myself feel like a swindle
No one to share my pain with when I slip and tremble
But with grace and mercy
I will achieve
Over this mischieve
#Keith #review #poetry
I myself feel like a swindle
No one to share my pain with when I slip and tremble
But with grace and mercy
I will achieve
Over this mischieve
#Keith #review #poetry
Heart is small, little hope Full of fun, naive hope Moon stars, hope to touch Hope to fly in anticipation) - Heart is small, top hope May I smell, like this today In the flower garden, the flowers are like I am a cloud of clouds Jhoom jaun main banke bawariya Bind the world in its top .. Heavenly earth blossoming like My mind is also blossoming like this Cuckoo's way, singing songs The way of fish, this desire is full Youth has brought colorful dream Heart is small ...#review
Heart is small, little hope Full of fun, naive hope Moon stars, hope to touch Hope to fly in anticipation- Heart is small, top hope May I smell, like this today In the flower garden, the flowers are like I am a cloud of clouds . the world in its top .. Heavenly earth blossoming like My mind is also blossoming like this Cuckoo's way, singing songs The way of fish, this desire is full Youth has brought colorful dream Heart is small ...#review .
Heart is small, little hope Full of fun, naive hope Moon stars, hope to touch Hope to fly in anticipation- Heart is small, top hope May I smell, like this today In the flower garden, the flowers are like I am a cloud of clouds . the world in its top .. Heavenly earth blossoming like My mind is also blossoming like this Cuckoo's way, singing songs The way of fish, this desire is full Youth has brought colorful dream Heart is small ...#review