A fire burns and eats the dead, smitten by the touch of death, leaving them pale, all completely sucked by the ending...to a life decayed by miseries and hatred. The war has ended, the war has wiped off people who tried to know how waves always leave back corals.
I saw a naked mother half burnt, and her little child staring at her dead glass eyes, trying to wake her from a sleep far far better than a crumbling mortality.
#review #short #Saramts
I saw a naked mother half burnt, and her little child staring at her dead glass eyes, trying to wake her from a sleep far far better than a crumbling mortality.
#review #short #Saramts
There are certain ghosts who aren't apparitions of dead people, yet they are as much as the compacted night darkness in a forest. Have you ever seen the thick grounds, sunk with rotten skeletons of black leaves, and an invisible wall slandered around of a scent that consume your whole mind, let you be it's plaything. Such forests though exist, but are actually running in the minds of us, their leaves being memories that we try to leave behind, their scent being fainted pasts that keep on scoring a sad tone. And there are these ghosts, who can suck out all your drive to do something, to just take away your inside soul and make you like them, a faceless man.
Have you found out if you're the ghost, or you're the faceless?
#Saramts #thoughts #review
Have you found out if you're the ghost, or you're the faceless?
#Saramts #thoughts #review
Give me
Give me a broken heart
and I will fix it;
give me a soul apart
and I will reunite.
Give me a tear in your hand
and I will take it;
give me a breath, just one,
and I will keep it.
Give me, all you, your pretty smile,
and I will love it.
#poem #review #gustavomerlo
Give me a broken heart
and I will fix it;
give me a soul apart
and I will reunite.
Give me a tear in your hand
and I will take it;
give me a breath, just one,
and I will keep it.
Give me, all you, your pretty smile,
and I will love it.
#poem #review #gustavomerlo
Prayers remain echoing across this room filled with emptiness.
They chant holy words among the people who mourn.
I lay there sinking in a world that knows no inception.
They say everything is a distraction and you should focus on what you need.
Keep your integrity intact in a world that likes watching you bleed. Do you feel free? For all I am is a Cage seeking a bird (Sir Franz Kafka) or am I deceived to breathe the way they taught me how to live #review #thoughts
They chant holy words among the people who mourn.
I lay there sinking in a world that knows no inception.
They say everything is a distraction and you should focus on what you need.
Keep your integrity intact in a world that likes watching you bleed. Do you feel free? For all I am is a Cage seeking a bird (Sir Franz Kafka) or am I deceived to breathe the way they taught me how to live #review #thoughts
In my childhood, I used to watch travelling videos and exploring about different cultures and traditions that exist among the other parts of the World.
And every time I transpired to be more enthusiastic and vigorous, whenever I stare at the world map. for me Travelling is something which helps our minds to touch the hidden essence of serenity that exists in this profound cosmos.
Moreover, travelling used to be the treatment for every unusual trauma, depressions, despairs and darkness which most individuals supposed to encounter in their very own life.
And I was the; More precisely my life was the Best example of how a person can alter their hostile mindset just by modest pilgrimage.
Travelling is an incredible sensation that can be comprehended only by experiencing it. investing in travelling is just like you are investing in yourself and those who are lacking courage, the only thing that I can assert is "Life begins at the end of your comfort zone"
Travel with a passion and it will bounce back your every pain, hardships, agonies into a remarkable life exploration.
Travelling- it leaves you speechless and turns you into an absolute storyteller.
#review
And every time I transpired to be more enthusiastic and vigorous, whenever I stare at the world map. for me Travelling is something which helps our minds to touch the hidden essence of serenity that exists in this profound cosmos.
Moreover, travelling used to be the treatment for every unusual trauma, depressions, despairs and darkness which most individuals supposed to encounter in their very own life.
And I was the; More precisely my life was the Best example of how a person can alter their hostile mindset just by modest pilgrimage.
Travelling is an incredible sensation that can be comprehended only by experiencing it. investing in travelling is just like you are investing in yourself and those who are lacking courage, the only thing that I can assert is "Life begins at the end of your comfort zone"
Travel with a passion and it will bounce back your every pain, hardships, agonies into a remarkable life exploration.
Travelling- it leaves you speechless and turns you into an absolute storyteller.
#review
In my childhood, I used to watch travelling videos and exploring about different cultures and traditions that exist among the other parts of the World.
And every time I transpired to be more enthusiastic and vigorous, whenever I stare at the world map. for me Travelling is something which helps our minds to touch the hidden essence of serenity that exists in this profound cosmos.
Moreover, travelling used to be the treatment for every unusual trauma, depressions, despairs and darkness which most individuals supposed to encounter in their very own life.
And I was the; More precisely my life was the Best example of how a person can alter their hostile mindset just by taking part in the modest pilgrimage.
Travelling is an incredible sensation that can be comprehended only by experiencing it. investing in travelling is just like you are investing in yourself and those who are lacking courage, the only thing that I can assert is "Life begins at the end of your comfort zone"
Travel with a passion and it will bounce back your every pain, hardships, agonies into a remarkable life exploration.
Travelling- it leaves you speechless and turns you into an absolute storyteller.
#review
And every time I transpired to be more enthusiastic and vigorous, whenever I stare at the world map. for me Travelling is something which helps our minds to touch the hidden essence of serenity that exists in this profound cosmos.
Moreover, travelling used to be the treatment for every unusual trauma, depressions, despairs and darkness which most individuals supposed to encounter in their very own life.
And I was the; More precisely my life was the Best example of how a person can alter their hostile mindset just by taking part in the modest pilgrimage.
Travelling is an incredible sensation that can be comprehended only by experiencing it. investing in travelling is just like you are investing in yourself and those who are lacking courage, the only thing that I can assert is "Life begins at the end of your comfort zone"
Travel with a passion and it will bounce back your every pain, hardships, agonies into a remarkable life exploration.
Travelling- it leaves you speechless and turns you into an absolute storyteller.
#review
Of love, and love
Always have a question peeked inside me, always have I marveled to know what is love.
Line of small efforts, eased up so easily in a heart like pomegranate, peeling off layers, poems it had wove.
Always have rain sang how he left me in a soaked thin road,
When rain poured like a razor melted to hurt me, waves of tears rode.
Is love felt at the point of a leftout, like the cutting of a nerve in a surgery, where pain dulls.
My consciousness fled, I grew to a thin heinous girl of self blames, pain nulls.
Then I saw the rain slowly retreating, then I saw him smile.
Ofcourse there was she, someone else, they screamed a song without lyrics. Or I didn't want to know such lyrics, cause the world has become a place so vile, vile.
Love is a condition, divine.
Those who never known to their heart, it is a possession of thousand togetherness...
It is yours, it is mine.
#Saramts #poetry #review
Always have a question peeked inside me, always have I marveled to know what is love.
Line of small efforts, eased up so easily in a heart like pomegranate, peeling off layers, poems it had wove.
Always have rain sang how he left me in a soaked thin road,
When rain poured like a razor melted to hurt me, waves of tears rode.
Is love felt at the point of a leftout, like the cutting of a nerve in a surgery, where pain dulls.
My consciousness fled, I grew to a thin heinous girl of self blames, pain nulls.
Then I saw the rain slowly retreating, then I saw him smile.
Ofcourse there was she, someone else, they screamed a song without lyrics. Or I didn't want to know such lyrics, cause the world has become a place so vile, vile.
Love is a condition, divine.
Those who never known to their heart, it is a possession of thousand togetherness...
It is yours, it is mine.
#Saramts #poetry #review
Hurts
Darling I know it hurts;
The burning flesh of wounds no one can see,
Bothers you even in your dreams.
I know you bleed everyday,
Tears that turn to pearl.
But the pearl is all they see.
All they see is you smile through your agony.
But I know it hurts to hide,
And hurts even more to admit.
So let me help you
By not asking you anything instead.
Cause even when you don't say
I can feel your soul drown,
Everytime you take a breath.
But it's usually dark before the dawn
So I want you to hold on till then.
#tm #poetry #review
Darling I know it hurts;
The burning flesh of wounds no one can see,
Bothers you even in your dreams.
I know you bleed everyday,
Tears that turn to pearl.
But the pearl is all they see.
All they see is you smile through your agony.
But I know it hurts to hide,
And hurts even more to admit.
So let me help you
By not asking you anything instead.
Cause even when you don't say
I can feel your soul drown,
Everytime you take a breath.
But it's usually dark before the dawn
So I want you to hold on till then.
#tm #poetry #review
Hurts
Darling I know it hurts;
The burning flesh of wounds no one can see,
Bothers you even in your dreams.
I know you bleed everyday,
Tears that turn to pearl.
But the pearl is all they see.
All they see is you smile through your agony.
But I know it hurts to hide,
And hurts even more to admit.
So let me help you
By not asking you anything instead.
Cause even when you don't say
I can feel your soul drown,
Everytime you take a breath.
But it's usually dark before the dawn
So I want you to hold on till then.
#tm #poetry #review
Darling I know it hurts;
The burning flesh of wounds no one can see,
Bothers you even in your dreams.
I know you bleed everyday,
Tears that turn to pearl.
But the pearl is all they see.
All they see is you smile through your agony.
But I know it hurts to hide,
And hurts even more to admit.
So let me help you
By not asking you anything instead.
Cause even when you don't say
I can feel your soul drown,
Everytime you take a breath.
But it's usually dark before the dawn
So I want you to hold on till then.
#tm #poetry #review
A Village Girl
#review #poetry #Abhijit
At the first glimpse of her,
My heart melted.
I was in awe of her beauty,
Never did I saw someone so splendid.
How can I describe the innocence in her almond eyes?
The eyes in which my world resides.
As the winds dwindle with her,
The fragrance of her maidenhood spreads like wild fire,
The fragrance of which even the flowers themselves want to disguise,
While I long in its fire for her love, my only desire.
The braids of her hair loosely tied,
Reminds me of a riverine,
Where the Gods came to bath and dine.
Mortals like us can only dream,
But her hair locked the very essence of the divine.
Then a miracle happened and I was inside her mind ....
Oblivious to the worries of the world,
She stays in the realms of her imagination,
Her bubble of life is that no one is cruel,
Diving into her feelings gives me a soothing sensation.
I explore the deepest depths of her heart but find no condemnation,
Instead I find in her heart Kindness, the precious of all jewel.
#review #poetry #Abhijit
At the first glimpse of her,
My heart melted.
I was in awe of her beauty,
Never did I saw someone so splendid.
How can I describe the innocence in her almond eyes?
The eyes in which my world resides.
As the winds dwindle with her,
The fragrance of her maidenhood spreads like wild fire,
The fragrance of which even the flowers themselves want to disguise,
While I long in its fire for her love, my only desire.
The braids of her hair loosely tied,
Reminds me of a riverine,
Where the Gods came to bath and dine.
Mortals like us can only dream,
But her hair locked the very essence of the divine.
Then a miracle happened and I was inside her mind ....
Oblivious to the worries of the world,
She stays in the realms of her imagination,
Her bubble of life is that no one is cruel,
Diving into her feelings gives me a soothing sensation.
I explore the deepest depths of her heart but find no condemnation,
Instead I find in her heart Kindness, the precious of all jewel.
Swimming in these pools and drowning in the alcohol.
Another part time lover let me go in this summer.
Now I watch the smoke rings with wanderlust.
I picture my funeral because these temporary love cost me my peace of mind.
#review
Another part time lover let me go in this summer.
Now I watch the smoke rings with wanderlust.
I picture my funeral because these temporary love cost me my peace of mind.
#review
Remember
#poetry
#review
#aarushi
Remember when your world was a void,
a blank canvas, randomly thrown your way,
you painted it with every colour you wanted,
which made you what you are today.
Remember when your bubble was burst,
your idea of what the world was denied,
when you had to accept whatever they said,
use words according to "their" define.
Remember you've faced all of that,
and still stand proud and tall,
you'll eventually reach the epitome of strength,
where no one will be able to make you fall.
P.S. : The their written in inverted commas, second paragraph means the people who forced their opinion on you.
#poetry
#review
#aarushi
Remember when your world was a void,
a blank canvas, randomly thrown your way,
you painted it with every colour you wanted,
which made you what you are today.
Remember when your bubble was burst,
your idea of what the world was denied,
when you had to accept whatever they said,
use words according to "their" define.
Remember you've faced all of that,
and still stand proud and tall,
you'll eventually reach the epitome of strength,
where no one will be able to make you fall.
P.S. : The their written in inverted commas, second paragraph means the people who forced their opinion on you.
What's it?
The one who loves, the one who hates.
The creature who promise and forget.
Sometime tells the truth which others think it's the only honest creature but sometimes lies even on small cases.
The one that other creatures are amazed by it's service, but still shocked by it's treasons.
The one who construct earth in years, and destroy in just a day.
All the forest animals; including lions are scared by it, but; its defeated by a virus.
The one who is happy with no reason and cries with no reason.
The one which is smaller than any other animal but control the whole animals
What's this creature?
How it could be this much strong and weak?
No one but human.
Not human but YOU.
Yes YOU!
#review
The one who loves, the one who hates.
The creature who promise and forget.
Sometime tells the truth which others think it's the only honest creature but sometimes lies even on small cases.
The one that other creatures are amazed by it's service, but still shocked by it's treasons.
The one who construct earth in years, and destroy in just a day.
All the forest animals; including lions are scared by it, but; its defeated by a virus.
The one who is happy with no reason and cries with no reason.
The one which is smaller than any other animal but control the whole animals
What's this creature?
How it could be this much strong and weak?
No one but human.
Not human but YOU.
Yes YOU!
#review
Windows open , let the air in, I close my eyes and picture death.
I'm not a poet ,used to be one but now my memory is faded and the emptiness took away my words.
I'm losing parts of me like a dandelion, give me love and I will follow you like the sunflower.
Although I want roses in my funeral.
My fickle mind prisons me and anxiety befriends me.
One bedroom apartment and these unfinished stories couldn't pay my rent.
Whisky is cold , barmaid is beautiful and I pay her to bed me.
She's got a scarred smile.
I pulled the trigger, am I dead ?. No it was just a false alarm.
Xoxo
Wallflower
( mind of mine)
#review
Please tell a word about it.
I'm not a poet ,used to be one but now my memory is faded and the emptiness took away my words.
I'm losing parts of me like a dandelion, give me love and I will follow you like the sunflower.
Although I want roses in my funeral.
My fickle mind prisons me and anxiety befriends me.
One bedroom apartment and these unfinished stories couldn't pay my rent.
Whisky is cold , barmaid is beautiful and I pay her to bed me.
She's got a scarred smile.
I pulled the trigger, am I dead ?. No it was just a false alarm.
Xoxo
Wallflower
( mind of mine)
#review
Please tell a word about it.
-As if it were shattered like glass, Glistening in the glory of dawn, Jubilant colors swirling in darkness Misty tomorrow with no future ahead, If I had known my broken self has the power to be in a realm of nothingness and a true normal, I might have already mastered the art of being broken and beautiful, altogether. - -Your broken self is a beauty beyond words. #review #brokenandbeautiful
And we keep looking for those teeny tiny moments,
Like waiting for time and it's laments,
The only story that always remains the same,
A seed you plant, and wait for it to grow.
Yet hope is home you live in.
Look over what you dreamt,
Weave a web over mystery,
Threads you try to sew into a cloth,
Like ebb and flow of ocean's tide,
Yet hope is home you live in.
Under the sky, we all travel far,
On roads of life, as ramblers,
Look over dreams again,
If needed give them wings,
Yet hope is home you live in.
Look over love, the one you want,
Whispering mind, and departing away ?
If yes, give them some wings,
Help them fly and soar among their stars,
Because hope is a home you live in.
#review #nandini
Like waiting for time and it's laments,
The only story that always remains the same,
A seed you plant, and wait for it to grow.
Yet hope is home you live in.
Look over what you dreamt,
Weave a web over mystery,
Threads you try to sew into a cloth,
Like ebb and flow of ocean's tide,
Yet hope is home you live in.
Under the sky, we all travel far,
On roads of life, as ramblers,
Look over dreams again,
If needed give them wings,
Yet hope is home you live in.
Look over love, the one you want,
Whispering mind, and departing away ?
If yes, give them some wings,
Help them fly and soar among their stars,
Because hope is a home you live in.
#review #nandini
Mummy thought I hated science,
While I just looked for alliance
She kept believing I hated science.
What if I thought six to be nine,
Geometry never seemed as lines,
She kept believing I hated science.
Those neutralization reactions,
Were nothing more than distraction,
She kept believing I hated science.
Tried numbering those carbon chain,
They danced, why, no one could explain,
She kept believing I hated science.
Speed of ball, I could not measure,
Nor could solve, questions with pleasure,
She kept believing I hated science.
POV from a child suffering form dyslexia
#review #nandini
While I just looked for alliance
She kept believing I hated science.
What if I thought six to be nine,
Geometry never seemed as lines,
She kept believing I hated science.
Those neutralization reactions,
Were nothing more than distraction,
She kept believing I hated science.
Tried numbering those carbon chain,
They danced, why, no one could explain,
She kept believing I hated science.
Speed of ball, I could not measure,
Nor could solve, questions with pleasure,
She kept believing I hated science.
POV from a child suffering form dyslexia
#review #nandini
Sins
Abandoned for too long,
Drifting slowly into oblivion,
Hoping for somebody to pull me out & hold me tight,
Somebody to guide me through the dreary night.
Lying down on the ground,
Counting the stars in the sky,
Talking to my own,
Looking around for a shoulder to cry.
Knocking at the door of destiny,
Knocking me off of my own self,
Holding on to my soul,
That wanna flee.
Running away from reality,
Running towards my old me,
Lifting me off the ground,
For my sins causing zero gravity.
Driving me to insanity.
#review #San #poetry
Abandoned for too long,
Drifting slowly into oblivion,
Hoping for somebody to pull me out & hold me tight,
Somebody to guide me through the dreary night.
Lying down on the ground,
Counting the stars in the sky,
Talking to my own,
Looking around for a shoulder to cry.
Knocking at the door of destiny,
Knocking me off of my own self,
Holding on to my soul,
That wanna flee.
Running away from reality,
Running towards my old me,
Lifting me off the ground,
For my sins causing zero gravity.
Driving me to insanity.
#review #San #poetry