If my writing is a crime, even a death penalty is not scary
I am ready for it with open arms any time
If my rhymes are toxic and noxious
Then ready for venom drink that's completely poisonous
But your allegations won't hault me from writing
As long as my words are source of solace for weak and depressing
My couplets will always ignite a spark of hope
Backing you in situations devoid of any scope
My verses will always be your guiding light
A source of happiness irrespective of how darker is the night
My poetry will make the cripple stand on their feets
It will attract the happiness from the heavens and bring them to their streets
If my writings is a sin then ready I am to pay any price
Hang my neck but my fingers will continue to write
#mr #poetry #review
I am ready for it with open arms any time
If my rhymes are toxic and noxious
Then ready for venom drink that's completely poisonous
But your allegations won't hault me from writing
As long as my words are source of solace for weak and depressing
My couplets will always ignite a spark of hope
Backing you in situations devoid of any scope
My verses will always be your guiding light
A source of happiness irrespective of how darker is the night
My poetry will make the cripple stand on their feets
It will attract the happiness from the heavens and bring them to their streets
If my writings is a sin then ready I am to pay any price
Hang my neck but my fingers will continue to write
#mr #poetry #review
THE HUMANITY:
The true humanity is lies in the heart which will never hurt anyone for any reason. It is the thing which accept everyone on the basis of irrespective of the Gender, Color, Religion, Community and Nationality. Humanity is about giving space not to kicking out. Its about giving equality not to about discrimination. It Will find happiness on someone's smile. Humanity is cheerful, sentimental, sympathetic and responsive. It's the thing which accept the people as they are and Will never do any complaints.
Humanity is not just about sharing love, positivity , peace and prosperity . Its also about accepting, supporting and caring.
THE TRUE SELF HAPPINESS:
Self happiness is about accepting the way you are and embracing yourself to get the better version. It is the thing which makes you understand that sometimes is always better to let go things. self happiness will always enlighten your soul. It will never expect anything from others but will do something for others to get an inner peace.The most important thing,It is sustainable.
Hello My dear Friends ! This is my first article about THE HUMANITY AND TRUE SELF HAPPINESS. Pls do review! #review
The true humanity is lies in the heart which will never hurt anyone for any reason. It is the thing which accept everyone on the basis of irrespective of the Gender, Color, Religion, Community and Nationality. Humanity is about giving space not to kicking out. Its about giving equality not to about discrimination. It Will find happiness on someone's smile. Humanity is cheerful, sentimental, sympathetic and responsive. It's the thing which accept the people as they are and Will never do any complaints.
Humanity is not just about sharing love, positivity , peace and prosperity . Its also about accepting, supporting and caring.
THE TRUE SELF HAPPINESS:
Self happiness is about accepting the way you are and embracing yourself to get the better version. It is the thing which makes you understand that sometimes is always better to let go things. self happiness will always enlighten your soul. It will never expect anything from others but will do something for others to get an inner peace.The most important thing,It is sustainable.
Hello My dear Friends ! This is my first article about THE HUMANITY AND TRUE SELF HAPPINESS. Pls do review! #review
#review
#poetry
#aarushi
When I lost all my hopes,
the dark felt so welcoming,
it felt like an embrace so strong,
that to leave the dark, I was unwilling.
I broke without a single sound,
as all my efforts went in vain,
ever recollecting those memories,
causing me a physical pain.
A pain so strong,
that it would have showed itself in the light,
where the critics would have seem my suffering,
laughing at my plight.
So I ran, into the dark,
leaving the light willing to support my fall,
I embraced the dark so tight,
even if it was feared by all.
#poetry
#aarushi
When I lost all my hopes,
the dark felt so welcoming,
it felt like an embrace so strong,
that to leave the dark, I was unwilling.
I broke without a single sound,
as all my efforts went in vain,
ever recollecting those memories,
causing me a physical pain.
A pain so strong,
that it would have showed itself in the light,
where the critics would have seem my suffering,
laughing at my plight.
So I ran, into the dark,
leaving the light willing to support my fall,
I embraced the dark so tight,
even if it was feared by all.
If my writing is a crime don't lock me in a cell because I'm already imprisoned by my mind.
The only escape for me is to put some words in an order so people could read and go berserks.
It's their scream which I consider appreciation.
You blame their's violence in my art when i narrated what goes through a murderers head.
Please Accept that there's two sides to every story.
If my writing is a crime , don't hang me , for I am a sinner and the hells would reject me.
And you don't want to mess with the ghost of me.
Instead wait till the death of a voice inside my head.
I will ceasefire ,you wash away my sins and bury me in my garden and place some sunflowers on the gravestone.
Please tell a word about it.
Xoxo
Wallflower #review
The only escape for me is to put some words in an order so people could read and go berserks.
It's their scream which I consider appreciation.
You blame their's violence in my art when i narrated what goes through a murderers head.
Please Accept that there's two sides to every story.
If my writing is a crime , don't hang me , for I am a sinner and the hells would reject me.
And you don't want to mess with the ghost of me.
Instead wait till the death of a voice inside my head.
I will ceasefire ,you wash away my sins and bury me in my garden and place some sunflowers on the gravestone.
Please tell a word about it.
Xoxo
Wallflower #review
Journey with a stranger
Driving on the mountainous road,
I looked at the rear mirror of my car,
Noticing a girl with some luggage,
Standing at a distance far.
So I put the gear in reverse & reached to her,
When she greeted me with an alluring smile,
And what filled me with awe was her beauty,
Leaving me hypnotised for a while.
In a long overcoat & knee high boots,
Styled with a striped hat,
She looked perfect in every single way,
Holding in her hands a cute little cat.
A hitch-hiker she was,
Waiting for somebody to stop,
Tired and disappointed,
After waiting for hours on the hill top,
We talked & giggled for hours,
A journey with her felt like never ending,
Together singing & dancing along with the radio,
Enjoying a breathtaking view outside that was soul mending.
When her destination came & she was off the car,
I joyfully looked at her waving my hands from a distance far.
#review #San #poetry
Driving on the mountainous road,
I looked at the rear mirror of my car,
Noticing a girl with some luggage,
Standing at a distance far.
So I put the gear in reverse & reached to her,
When she greeted me with an alluring smile,
And what filled me with awe was her beauty,
Leaving me hypnotised for a while.
In a long overcoat & knee high boots,
Styled with a striped hat,
She looked perfect in every single way,
Holding in her hands a cute little cat.
A hitch-hiker she was,
Waiting for somebody to stop,
Tired and disappointed,
After waiting for hours on the hill top,
We talked & giggled for hours,
A journey with her felt like never ending,
Together singing & dancing along with the radio,
Enjoying a breathtaking view outside that was soul mending.
When her destination came & she was off the car,
I joyfully looked at her waving my hands from a distance far.
#review #San #poetry
//RAINBOW//
i)
What may future bring,
If it may heal or harm,
No one knows,
So let's believe in that power,
Above all of us,
Let's add the colour of spirituality.
ii)
What may stay forever,
Will everyone leave ?
No one knows the mystics,
So let's turn finite an infinite,
Let's add the colour of magic.
iii)
What may be known,
Might seem unknown
Some answers to your life,
No one knows,
Let's move with the oceans and skies,
Let's add the colour of serenity.
iv)
Who knows if you'll bloom,
Or if you'll wilt to bloom
prettier this time,
No one knows,
But let's just try to grow a little everyday,
Let's add the colour of growth
v).
What makes you think
If you'll remain in darkness,
What if the nautical Sunshine,
Brings hope and faith,
Let's add the colour of wisdom.
vi).
What makes you think
Change is growth ?
What if excellence lies in equilibrium,
Add a drop of faith to the water of equanimity
Let's add the colour of stability.
vii).
What makes you think,
Only She loves him ?
If he loves him, she loves her,
Let them live to their choice,
Let's add the colour of love
Let's paint our life,
With this rainbow,
That might bring smiles,
Let's get coloured,
From those monochrome Grey,
To the shades of seven,
Let's paint our life,
With those seven colours.
~Nandini
#review
i)
What may future bring,
If it may heal or harm,
No one knows,
So let's believe in that power,
Above all of us,
Let's add the colour of spirituality.
ii)
What may stay forever,
Will everyone leave ?
No one knows the mystics,
So let's turn finite an infinite,
Let's add the colour of magic.
iii)
What may be known,
Might seem unknown
Some answers to your life,
No one knows,
Let's move with the oceans and skies,
Let's add the colour of serenity.
iv)
Who knows if you'll bloom,
Or if you'll wilt to bloom
prettier this time,
No one knows,
But let's just try to grow a little everyday,
Let's add the colour of growth
v).
What makes you think
If you'll remain in darkness,
What if the nautical Sunshine,
Brings hope and faith,
Let's add the colour of wisdom.
vi).
What makes you think
Change is growth ?
What if excellence lies in equilibrium,
Add a drop of faith to the water of equanimity
Let's add the colour of stability.
vii).
What makes you think,
Only She loves him ?
If he loves him, she loves her,
Let them live to their choice,
Let's add the colour of love
Let's paint our life,
With this rainbow,
That might bring smiles,
Let's get coloured,
From those monochrome Grey,
To the shades of seven,
Let's paint our life,
With those seven colours.
~Nandini
#review
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There are days when I am completely clueless
Trying to figure how to fold the unfolded mess
There are days when my hope sinks deep down
While life laughing at me as if I am a clown
Days when infidelity gets unwinded with my kins
Days where I am pondering how to repent for my past sins
There are days when even the brightest of place appears to be dull
Days when I am walking like a rambler , but destination being void and null
Days where even blessings fail to deliver me some solace
Days where I am incessantly running without knowing in what race
Days where even city life and lights are stabbing me with a sharp knife
Days where I want to cover myself with blanket of silence for whole life
Days where I am jubilant mood and than become sad at the next moment
Know that life has bestowed me with everything, but still mind inflict such torment
Days when even with friends I wasn't feeling serene
Mood swings moving hapazardly ,as if a boat of marine
Days where I feel like zipping my lips
Thrash everyone , who is giving unsolicited tips
Days when even Netflix fails to provide me chill
A clueless travel junkie whose thrilled got killed
Days where my soul wishes to get freed from being entrapped
Days where I want to give up this blanket of maturity that holds me wrapped
Days where i wish to run wild and free
Wish to give this maturity and adult act and just be me and me!!!
#poetry #mr #review
Trying to figure how to fold the unfolded mess
There are days when my hope sinks deep down
While life laughing at me as if I am a clown
Days when infidelity gets unwinded with my kins
Days where I am pondering how to repent for my past sins
There are days when even the brightest of place appears to be dull
Days when I am walking like a rambler , but destination being void and null
Days where even blessings fail to deliver me some solace
Days where I am incessantly running without knowing in what race
Days where even city life and lights are stabbing me with a sharp knife
Days where I want to cover myself with blanket of silence for whole life
Days where I am jubilant mood and than become sad at the next moment
Know that life has bestowed me with everything, but still mind inflict such torment
Days when even with friends I wasn't feeling serene
Mood swings moving hapazardly ,as if a boat of marine
Days where I feel like zipping my lips
Thrash everyone , who is giving unsolicited tips
Days when even Netflix fails to provide me chill
A clueless travel junkie whose thrilled got killed
Days where my soul wishes to get freed from being entrapped
Days where I want to give up this blanket of maturity that holds me wrapped
Days where i wish to run wild and free
Wish to give this maturity and adult act and just be me and me!!!
#poetry #mr #review
TIPS TO GET SUCCESS IN OUR LIFE:
In this article, I have discussed five tips to get success in our life.
*UNDERSTAND YOURSELF.
*FIND YOUR PURPOSE IN YOUR LIFE.
*HAVE BURNING DESIRE.
*CONSISTENCY MATTER.
*LOOK FOR A POSSIBILITIES.
UNDERSTAND YOURSELF:
*BE YOURSELF
*BELIEVE IN YOURSELF.
understanding yourself enables you to find your true needs in a life. when you are understanding yourself too good then only you can able to understand others too good. Just accept the way you are. never do a things which are really against the self discipline. forgive yourself for your past mistakes. be mindful (living in the moment and awakening to experience) . align your thoughts. feel proud of being yourself. never ever comment anything negatively about yourself. Love yourself then only you will be loved by others. Don't be a driven cattle. you are a hero/heroine in your life. Take your own decision. Don't care what others think and tell about you. just embrace yourself to get the better version. know yourself very well then only you can achieve whatever you want in your life.
"KNOWING YOURSELF IS THE BEGINNING OF ALL WISDOM"
FIND YOUR PURPOSE IN YOUR LIFE:
Live the life to the fullest. Finding the purpose is literally too significant in life. None of the person can achieve success without having purpose in his/her life. a purposeless life is always incomplete. Find the purpose which gives thirst for the success. Don't be a sheep in a group. make your own decision and have a vision. when you are having strong purpose in your life ,you will work very hard for it no matter what you are going through in your life. your purpose will shape your future so find a strong purpose.
"THE PERSON WITHOUT A PURPOSE IS LIKE A SHIP WITHOUT RUDDER."
BURNING DESIRE:
Burning desire is all about having the interested goals in your life. It is the thing which never leave you to feel incomplete. Find the thing which makes sparkes or fire in you. It will boost you to work hard for your dreams ,goals until you feel boast. Burning desire will make you to achieve anything beyond the ordinary. Dont't limits your dreams. Take one step at a time. Surround yourself with positive people. A Burning desire is the starting point of all the accomplishments. its is the key to unlock your full potential. Hence, Burnining desire is one of the secret to get success in our life.
"INTENSE, BURNING DESIRE IS THE MOTIVATIONAL FORCE THAT ENABLES YOU TO OVERCOME ANY OBSTACLE AND ACHIEVE ALMOST ANY GOAL."
CONSISTENCY MATTER:
Just setting the goal will never change anything big in your life but when you are working consistently to chase it then it will help you to find meaning in your life so work hard for your dreams and goals. Run behind your passion with full potential. make every second productive. Don't do a things which are ruining your time . Focus on yourself to improve . Never have a plan B . Align the thought of quitting.
always be positive and spread the positivity across your surrounding.
'SUCCESS ISN'T ALWAYS ABOUT GREATNESS'.ITS ABOUT CONSISTENCY. "CONSISTENT HARDWORK LEADS TO SUCCESS." 'GREATNESS WILL COME.'
LOOK FOR A POSSIBLITIES:
Life is meant bundle of risk, joyfulness and sadness. Never stop learning. Always have an optimistic view about your future. whatever is gone its gone. Don't stuck there. Look for a possiblities in every situation you will find way for sure. Don't react for anything just observe everything to get an idea .face everything with courage to have a wonderful experiences. 'Winners never quit and quitters never win.' always keep this in your mind. Be grateful to god for everything.
Thank you!
#review #secondpost
In this article, I have discussed five tips to get success in our life.
*UNDERSTAND YOURSELF.
*FIND YOUR PURPOSE IN YOUR LIFE.
*HAVE BURNING DESIRE.
*CONSISTENCY MATTER.
*LOOK FOR A POSSIBILITIES.
UNDERSTAND YOURSELF:
*BE YOURSELF
*BELIEVE IN YOURSELF.
understanding yourself enables you to find your true needs in a life. when you are understanding yourself too good then only you can able to understand others too good. Just accept the way you are. never do a things which are really against the self discipline. forgive yourself for your past mistakes. be mindful (living in the moment and awakening to experience) . align your thoughts. feel proud of being yourself. never ever comment anything negatively about yourself. Love yourself then only you will be loved by others. Don't be a driven cattle. you are a hero/heroine in your life. Take your own decision. Don't care what others think and tell about you. just embrace yourself to get the better version. know yourself very well then only you can achieve whatever you want in your life.
"KNOWING YOURSELF IS THE BEGINNING OF ALL WISDOM"
FIND YOUR PURPOSE IN YOUR LIFE:
Live the life to the fullest. Finding the purpose is literally too significant in life. None of the person can achieve success without having purpose in his/her life. a purposeless life is always incomplete. Find the purpose which gives thirst for the success. Don't be a sheep in a group. make your own decision and have a vision. when you are having strong purpose in your life ,you will work very hard for it no matter what you are going through in your life. your purpose will shape your future so find a strong purpose.
"THE PERSON WITHOUT A PURPOSE IS LIKE A SHIP WITHOUT RUDDER."
BURNING DESIRE:
Burning desire is all about having the interested goals in your life. It is the thing which never leave you to feel incomplete. Find the thing which makes sparkes or fire in you. It will boost you to work hard for your dreams ,goals until you feel boast. Burning desire will make you to achieve anything beyond the ordinary. Dont't limits your dreams. Take one step at a time. Surround yourself with positive people. A Burning desire is the starting point of all the accomplishments. its is the key to unlock your full potential. Hence, Burnining desire is one of the secret to get success in our life.
"INTENSE, BURNING DESIRE IS THE MOTIVATIONAL FORCE THAT ENABLES YOU TO OVERCOME ANY OBSTACLE AND ACHIEVE ALMOST ANY GOAL."
CONSISTENCY MATTER:
Just setting the goal will never change anything big in your life but when you are working consistently to chase it then it will help you to find meaning in your life so work hard for your dreams and goals. Run behind your passion with full potential. make every second productive. Don't do a things which are ruining your time . Focus on yourself to improve . Never have a plan B . Align the thought of quitting.
always be positive and spread the positivity across your surrounding.
'SUCCESS ISN'T ALWAYS ABOUT GREATNESS'.ITS ABOUT CONSISTENCY. "CONSISTENT HARDWORK LEADS TO SUCCESS." 'GREATNESS WILL COME.'
LOOK FOR A POSSIBLITIES:
Life is meant bundle of risk, joyfulness and sadness. Never stop learning. Always have an optimistic view about your future. whatever is gone its gone. Don't stuck there. Look for a possiblities in every situation you will find way for sure. Don't react for anything just observe everything to get an idea .face everything with courage to have a wonderful experiences. 'Winners never quit and quitters never win.' always keep this in your mind. Be grateful to god for everything.
Thank you!
#review #secondpost
AN ARTICLE ABOUT SELF LOVE AND TIPS TO DEVELOP IT.
In this article, I have discussed about self Love and some important tips to develop it.
* MEANING OF SELF LOVE.
* TIPS TO DEVELOP THE SELF LOVE :
* STOP THE COMPARISON.
* TALK TO YOURSELF.
* BE WITH POSITIVE PEOPLE.
* MAKE DAILY ROUTINES.
MEANING OF SELF LOVE :-
In this generation, Self love should be taught. Self love is something so precious. It has the power to make your soul Ambitious, Brave, Calm, Faithful and Delightful. Self love is all about accepting the yourself as you are! and which leads you to mould yourself to get the better version. It is the thing that will never seek someone's attention and gives freedom to your soul to do what you want in your life without worrying what other's speak about you. Love yourself then only you will be loved by others.
'DEMONSTRATE LOVE BY GIVING IT, UNCONDITIONALLY TO YOURSELF'. 'AND AS YOU DO, YOU WILL ATTRACT OTHERS INTO YOUR LIFE WHO WILL LOVE YOU WITHOUT CONDITIONS'.
* TIPS TO DEVELOP THE SELF LOVE :-
* STOP THE COMPARISON :-
The nature of law itself says that, 'There is no comparison between the Sun and the Moon, They shine when its their time' . So stop compare your present situation with someone's present situation because you both have different question paper. 'The more you compare yourself with others, the more you will get low on self esteem' which probably leads to anxiety disorder and depression. Instead of focus on others, you should focus on yourself to be the confederate. When you stopped compare yourself with others, You will begin to grow no matter what! just be chill. you are a one in a kind, you are a unique person forever, you are smart and adorable and you are going to be the irreplaceable forever.
"REAL CHANGE WILL COME WHEN YOU FOCUS ON YOURSELF".
* TALK TO YOURSELF :-
Some psychiatrist says that, talking to ourselves is the best method to boost our self-Esteem or self confidence. Friends! Trust me, It will really work. I always would love to do this method when I'm lacking my confidence. It worked for me so when you are feeling lack of Self confidence or low on Self-Esteem just talk positively to yourself. say like this, I'm a Strong person, I have the potential to achieve whatever I want in my life, I'm the most cutest and smartest one in this world and so on....
The Gentle Reminder is : you should not say anything negatively about yourself because your mind will react to it. Always have positive affirmation in your life then You will reach peak for sure. Be grateful for everything.
"HAVE YOU REALIZED THAT MOST OF YOUR UNHAPPINESS IN LIFE IS DUE TO THE FACT THAT YOU ARE LISTENING TO YOURSELF INSTEAD OF TALKING TO YOURSELF".
* BE WITH POSITIVE PEOPLE:-
Positive people will always encourage and motivate you .They make you to feel very comfortable in every seconds of time. Choose people wisely. Always surround yourself with positive people. Share ideas as much as you can. Discuss alot of things with them. Enjoy every moment in life. The most important thing Don't forget to spread the positivity as much as you can! because the more you spread,the more you will get back. It will definitely help you to the best of yourself. The happiness which you will get outta it is really unmeasurable.
"MAKE A CONSCIOUS EFFORT TO SURROUND YOURSELF WITH POSITIVE, NOURISHING AND UPLIFTING PEOPLE-
PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE IN YOU, ENCOURAGE YOU TO GO AFTER YOUR DREAMS AND APPLAUD YOUR VICTORIES".
* MAKE A DAILY ROUTINE :-
............ #review
In this article, I have discussed about self Love and some important tips to develop it.
* MEANING OF SELF LOVE.
* TIPS TO DEVELOP THE SELF LOVE :
* STOP THE COMPARISON.
* TALK TO YOURSELF.
* BE WITH POSITIVE PEOPLE.
* MAKE DAILY ROUTINES.
MEANING OF SELF LOVE :-
In this generation, Self love should be taught. Self love is something so precious. It has the power to make your soul Ambitious, Brave, Calm, Faithful and Delightful. Self love is all about accepting the yourself as you are! and which leads you to mould yourself to get the better version. It is the thing that will never seek someone's attention and gives freedom to your soul to do what you want in your life without worrying what other's speak about you. Love yourself then only you will be loved by others.
'DEMONSTRATE LOVE BY GIVING IT, UNCONDITIONALLY TO YOURSELF'. 'AND AS YOU DO, YOU WILL ATTRACT OTHERS INTO YOUR LIFE WHO WILL LOVE YOU WITHOUT CONDITIONS'.
* TIPS TO DEVELOP THE SELF LOVE :-
* STOP THE COMPARISON :-
The nature of law itself says that, 'There is no comparison between the Sun and the Moon, They shine when its their time' . So stop compare your present situation with someone's present situation because you both have different question paper. 'The more you compare yourself with others, the more you will get low on self esteem' which probably leads to anxiety disorder and depression. Instead of focus on others, you should focus on yourself to be the confederate. When you stopped compare yourself with others, You will begin to grow no matter what! just be chill. you are a one in a kind, you are a unique person forever, you are smart and adorable and you are going to be the irreplaceable forever.
"REAL CHANGE WILL COME WHEN YOU FOCUS ON YOURSELF".
* TALK TO YOURSELF :-
Some psychiatrist says that, talking to ourselves is the best method to boost our self-Esteem or self confidence. Friends! Trust me, It will really work. I always would love to do this method when I'm lacking my confidence. It worked for me so when you are feeling lack of Self confidence or low on Self-Esteem just talk positively to yourself. say like this, I'm a Strong person, I have the potential to achieve whatever I want in my life, I'm the most cutest and smartest one in this world and so on....
The Gentle Reminder is : you should not say anything negatively about yourself because your mind will react to it. Always have positive affirmation in your life then You will reach peak for sure. Be grateful for everything.
"HAVE YOU REALIZED THAT MOST OF YOUR UNHAPPINESS IN LIFE IS DUE TO THE FACT THAT YOU ARE LISTENING TO YOURSELF INSTEAD OF TALKING TO YOURSELF".
* BE WITH POSITIVE PEOPLE:-
Positive people will always encourage and motivate you .They make you to feel very comfortable in every seconds of time. Choose people wisely. Always surround yourself with positive people. Share ideas as much as you can. Discuss alot of things with them. Enjoy every moment in life. The most important thing Don't forget to spread the positivity as much as you can! because the more you spread,the more you will get back. It will definitely help you to the best of yourself. The happiness which you will get outta it is really unmeasurable.
"MAKE A CONSCIOUS EFFORT TO SURROUND YOURSELF WITH POSITIVE, NOURISHING AND UPLIFTING PEOPLE-
PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE IN YOU, ENCOURAGE YOU TO GO AFTER YOUR DREAMS AND APPLAUD YOUR VICTORIES".
* MAKE A DAILY ROUTINE :-
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Daily Routine comes under the category of Self discipline. When you woke up in the morning, Don't forget to make your bed because A Small Action Can Make A Big difference In Our Life. Do whatever you like, It can be of anything (Reading, writing, listening ,doing some handicrafts, and so on...) I always strongly believe in Dr. APJ.Abdul kalam's words (The Missile Man of India) "YOU CANNOT CHANGE YOUR FUTURE BUT IF YOU CAN CHANGE YOUR HABITS SURELY, HABITS WILL CHANGE YOUR FUTURE". If you want to change your future, just have an effective habit. Do a things which are too singnificant for your growth. Make the habit of learning everyday because learning is the constant and continuing process. Listen to your favourite music or podcast to get rid outta your boredom. Don't make any excuses. just be stick to your good decision, good thoughts, and good habits. The main significant thing, Whatever you do, do with love and dedication. When you fall in love in doing something, It will shape your thoughts and make you to feel more courageful,Confident and satiable.(lovable towards to you too).
'WE ARE WHAT WE REPEATEDLY DO. EXCELLENCE, THEN, IS NOT AN ACT, BUT A HABIT'.
THANK YOU FOR GIVING YOUR PRECIOUS TIME.
DO LIKE ,COMMENT AND SHARE MY DEAR FRIENDS #review
'WE ARE WHAT WE REPEATEDLY DO. EXCELLENCE, THEN, IS NOT AN ACT, BUT A HABIT'.
THANK YOU FOR GIVING YOUR PRECIOUS TIME.
DO LIKE ,COMMENT AND SHARE MY DEAR FRIENDS #review
A Drowning man
It's the undertow
That hit me in my bed.
In a moment,
My life was out of my hands.
One moment it's bright
Other- I'm trying to turn on my lights,
But life's made me blind.
I fall,
Crumple up on the floor.
It's too heavy to bear this loss.
I'm tossed across
These wicked waves of grief.
Drowning in my agony,
I wish nothing but love.
But where did that go?
Lost in the void of this deadly snow.
#tm #poetry #review
It's the undertow
That hit me in my bed.
In a moment,
My life was out of my hands.
One moment it's bright
Other- I'm trying to turn on my lights,
But life's made me blind.
I fall,
Crumple up on the floor.
It's too heavy to bear this loss.
I'm tossed across
These wicked waves of grief.
Drowning in my agony,
I wish nothing but love.
But where did that go?
Lost in the void of this deadly snow.
#tm #poetry #review
Too many people,
Too many shades,
And I guess,
These days,
Everybody is fading.
Less than a second, it takes for the people to fade away. In the mist, I don't know if with bliss or peace. Those nests, have all got incomplete and ruined. A father, a daughter, some of them being grandparents, this pandemic is leaving none.
Were we being monsters to this heavenly earth ? Is this the result of our inability to see the hamartithia ? Days pass, and I see dead bodies of people thrown. And this, this is killing me every single second. I'm dying every single second.
I'm halted in pieces as see a little girl questioning her mother that why did her father never return from the doctor. I'm left numb when I see those parents losing their little munchkins. I am shattered in bits and pieces as I see a 19 year old losing her only parent. I'm dying every single second.
I search some smiles, but I, I find none. There is something in the air. It is polluted with fear, anguish, cries and mourns. My tears won't stop, I want them to cure. I'm in hatred with the word 'positive'. Every night, I pray, I pray to you, but why don't you listen anymore ? You take away my near and dear ones in just some mere seconds. Don't you love me, aren't we your children ? Don't you see pain of ours ?
Now, I'm tired. My hands shake everytime I type, "May the person rest in peace." I lost my peace in pieces. I see myself dissected everyday. My nights have turned sleepless. I see those happy images of those dear persons, and then, then I see their bodies lying dead, as if they are asking me to help. I'm done. I'm done with this. I can't see anymore people dying due to lack of those oxygen cylinders or devoid of being treated.
Why can't I help them ?
I lie here,
Helpless,
Drowning with emotions,
I can't see more deaths,
I can't see more mourns and cries,
Please help us,
Forgive us for our crimes.
~Nandini
#review
#nandini
Too many shades,
And I guess,
These days,
Everybody is fading.
Less than a second, it takes for the people to fade away. In the mist, I don't know if with bliss or peace. Those nests, have all got incomplete and ruined. A father, a daughter, some of them being grandparents, this pandemic is leaving none.
Were we being monsters to this heavenly earth ? Is this the result of our inability to see the hamartithia ? Days pass, and I see dead bodies of people thrown. And this, this is killing me every single second. I'm dying every single second.
I'm halted in pieces as see a little girl questioning her mother that why did her father never return from the doctor. I'm left numb when I see those parents losing their little munchkins. I am shattered in bits and pieces as I see a 19 year old losing her only parent. I'm dying every single second.
I search some smiles, but I, I find none. There is something in the air. It is polluted with fear, anguish, cries and mourns. My tears won't stop, I want them to cure. I'm in hatred with the word 'positive'. Every night, I pray, I pray to you, but why don't you listen anymore ? You take away my near and dear ones in just some mere seconds. Don't you love me, aren't we your children ? Don't you see pain of ours ?
Now, I'm tired. My hands shake everytime I type, "May the person rest in peace." I lost my peace in pieces. I see myself dissected everyday. My nights have turned sleepless. I see those happy images of those dear persons, and then, then I see their bodies lying dead, as if they are asking me to help. I'm done. I'm done with this. I can't see anymore people dying due to lack of those oxygen cylinders or devoid of being treated.
Why can't I help them ?
I lie here,
Helpless,
Drowning with emotions,
I can't see more deaths,
I can't see more mourns and cries,
Please help us,
Forgive us for our crimes.
~Nandini
#review
#nandini
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
I am relinquished
Endeavoring to discover the authentic soul
I stared myself in reflector
My orifices gawked frigidly
Concealing mysteries and darkness
Orifices impeding the outpouring of tears
My jaws are twirled
Ceasing itself to chuckle
Yearning to giggle
Craving someone to believe her words
Her spirit is broken
Ravaged into chunks
Substantiated flaws of mutiny
Her heart mislay morality in herself
Her marbles are sickened
Full of suicidal notions
Reminiscing about past brutal
Those intolerable agonies of past
She darted at her erratic wings
Wings are halted and gawked awful
She no protracted can glide
She no lanky can perceive contentment
She looked to discover accomplishment
But herself being smashed by the world
She gazed at her simmered face
Full of blotches and gashes
She dissembles a camouflage
To suppress her darkness and anxieties
She felt deserted in the world
Her silhouette evacuated her secluded
I gawk around me,
The multicolored realm distorted into the twilight,
Yanks rolls down from orifices,
My gazes forfeited hope in myself,
My orifices can't divulge anyone,
There is no dawning anymore,
There is darkness around me,
I whimper, sob, and moan,
No one to heed my songster,
No one to heed my despair,
Trauma in my endurance is intolerable,
Stormy aura is whacking,
I am dreading and twitching,
I am repressing from this brutal world,
I fear to doze, I fear to yearn
My sanity is helpless to shirk the horrendous occurrence
I was ravished,
I was massacred by the abusive species of this world.
My corpse is trimmed by full of blotches,
My essence is deceased inside,
My annexes are halted,
I infer I cant fly again.
My heart weeps when people around me compel me to perceive "invisible"
I strived to wail for rectitude,
My voice is dismissed,
My voice now vanishes,
My intellect is ample of suicidal reflections,
I am lifeless inside,
I succumbed when I was "raped".
#review #poetry #ae
Endeavoring to discover the authentic soul
I stared myself in reflector
My orifices gawked frigidly
Concealing mysteries and darkness
Orifices impeding the outpouring of tears
My jaws are twirled
Ceasing itself to chuckle
Yearning to giggle
Craving someone to believe her words
Her spirit is broken
Ravaged into chunks
Substantiated flaws of mutiny
Her heart mislay morality in herself
Her marbles are sickened
Full of suicidal notions
Reminiscing about past brutal
Those intolerable agonies of past
She darted at her erratic wings
Wings are halted and gawked awful
She no protracted can glide
She no lanky can perceive contentment
She looked to discover accomplishment
But herself being smashed by the world
She gazed at her simmered face
Full of blotches and gashes
She dissembles a camouflage
To suppress her darkness and anxieties
She felt deserted in the world
Her silhouette evacuated her secluded
I gawk around me,
The multicolored realm distorted into the twilight,
Yanks rolls down from orifices,
My gazes forfeited hope in myself,
My orifices can't divulge anyone,
There is no dawning anymore,
There is darkness around me,
I whimper, sob, and moan,
No one to heed my songster,
No one to heed my despair,
Trauma in my endurance is intolerable,
Stormy aura is whacking,
I am dreading and twitching,
I am repressing from this brutal world,
I fear to doze, I fear to yearn
My sanity is helpless to shirk the horrendous occurrence
I was ravished,
I was massacred by the abusive species of this world.
My corpse is trimmed by full of blotches,
My essence is deceased inside,
My annexes are halted,
I infer I cant fly again.
My heart weeps when people around me compel me to perceive "invisible"
I strived to wail for rectitude,
My voice is dismissed,
My voice now vanishes,
My intellect is ample of suicidal reflections,
I am lifeless inside,
I succumbed when I was "raped".
#review #poetry #ae
And one day in my eyes,
Flashbacks ran so many lies,
With them my soul sighs,
Let's paint the sky with stars tonight.
Only night knows the pain,
How my innocence had a stain,
With it my brain reminds,
Let's paint the sky with stars tonight.
Who had placed my thoughts on sale ?
Bleeding with rue and guilt,
With this my heart cries,
Let's paint the sky with stars tonight.
Hues of red and blues,
Sensing each incident I went through,
With this my body trembles,
Let's paint the sky with stars tonight.
Who had brought the midnight sky ?
Dreams kept me to not die,
With this my eyes shined,
Let's paint the sky with stars tonight.
Placed a name upon this night,
One to set my heart alight,
With this the darkness turned bright,
Let's paint the sky with stars tonight.
#review #nandini
Flashbacks ran so many lies,
With them my soul sighs,
Let's paint the sky with stars tonight.
Only night knows the pain,
How my innocence had a stain,
With it my brain reminds,
Let's paint the sky with stars tonight.
Who had placed my thoughts on sale ?
Bleeding with rue and guilt,
With this my heart cries,
Let's paint the sky with stars tonight.
Hues of red and blues,
Sensing each incident I went through,
With this my body trembles,
Let's paint the sky with stars tonight.
Who had brought the midnight sky ?
Dreams kept me to not die,
With this my eyes shined,
Let's paint the sky with stars tonight.
Placed a name upon this night,
One to set my heart alight,
With this the darkness turned bright,
Let's paint the sky with stars tonight.
#review #nandini
There are days when I want to live my life
But burden of responsibilities refrain me from this dive
There are days when I want to act immature
But the elevating age reminds me the end of childhood tenure
Days where I want to ride all swings
But the fear of world , hauling me from this doing
Days where I want to chill , drinking beer with my friend
But Monday being the next day , reminding me of the mundane office trend
Days where I want to sing my heart out
But fear that society might lodge complaint for being loud
Days where I wish rolling freely in the floor
Pranking others by ringing their bells at door
Days where I wish to scare someone as if halloween
Days where I want to ride in mountain and enjoy the serene
Days where I don't want to be judged by my income and status
Where it shouldn't bother anyone what's my apparel or apparatus
Days where I can express my feelings on their face
Days where for the sake of promotion, I don't have to make fib praise
Days where I want to stand on cliff and shout my name
Days where I want the thrill of breaking things followed by blame game
Days where the stern look of world don't scare me anymore
Days where I run far away from this life that is
being dull and bore
#mr #review #poetry
But burden of responsibilities refrain me from this dive
There are days when I want to act immature
But the elevating age reminds me the end of childhood tenure
Days where I want to ride all swings
But the fear of world , hauling me from this doing
Days where I want to chill , drinking beer with my friend
But Monday being the next day , reminding me of the mundane office trend
Days where I want to sing my heart out
But fear that society might lodge complaint for being loud
Days where I wish rolling freely in the floor
Pranking others by ringing their bells at door
Days where I wish to scare someone as if halloween
Days where I want to ride in mountain and enjoy the serene
Days where I don't want to be judged by my income and status
Where it shouldn't bother anyone what's my apparel or apparatus
Days where I can express my feelings on their face
Days where for the sake of promotion, I don't have to make fib praise
Days where I want to stand on cliff and shout my name
Days where I want the thrill of breaking things followed by blame game
Days where the stern look of world don't scare me anymore
Days where I run far away from this life that is
being dull and bore
#mr #review #poetry
<b>Death is the colour of empty skies</b>
<i>For whose sake, hence-forth, all his vowes be such,
As what he loves may never like too much.</i>
~ Ben Johnson.
Sarthak died tonight. 1.06 am. N,N′-dimethyl-4,4′-bipyridinium dichloride. Methyl viologen. Paraquat. At first, he felt a burning sensation in his chest. This persisted for an hour or two. Then came the pain. As if somebody were ripping apart his lungs into shreds. It was a slow, painful death. By the time he was brought to the hospital, it was far too late. His parents rushed in to claim his corpse. “Suicide,” the doctor sighed.
Indeed it was. They stared at each other, silent, knowing not what to say. What, if anything at all, were they entitled to say? For it all began back a year ago, when they suddenly decided things were not working out between them. Things weren’t working out at all. The skies that had once been the pink of dawn, abound in love and life, were graying now, and empty. Death is the colour of empty skies; what else could they do but seek out separation?
It had been raining all night that night – the weather cold, bleak and bitter. The two had stood at the hallway like faint shadows. Silent, just like today, until one of them spoke.
“So – ?”
The latter, not knowing what else to reply, had gone on conceding on every point the former made. Until the discussion converged to the point of Sarthak, that is. On the question of Sarthak, neither would concede, obviously. What parent gives up their thirteen year old son? So they dragged the matter to court. Nobody asked Sarthak what he wanted. Not even once.
Tonight, Sarthak is dead. He did not flutter. He did not make a sound. None of the two speak tonight. For now there is no point of conflict – now the petition will be withdrawn from court, and the marriage terminated by mutual agreement.
Sarthak Das.
<b>Author Notes</b>
The names of the central character and the author of the story being identical is an unfortunate coincidence readers are requested to overlook.
#theabsurdist #microfiction #review
<i>For whose sake, hence-forth, all his vowes be such,
As what he loves may never like too much.</i>
~ Ben Johnson.
Sarthak died tonight. 1.06 am. N,N′-dimethyl-4,4′-bipyridinium dichloride. Methyl viologen. Paraquat. At first, he felt a burning sensation in his chest. This persisted for an hour or two. Then came the pain. As if somebody were ripping apart his lungs into shreds. It was a slow, painful death. By the time he was brought to the hospital, it was far too late. His parents rushed in to claim his corpse. “Suicide,” the doctor sighed.
Indeed it was. They stared at each other, silent, knowing not what to say. What, if anything at all, were they entitled to say? For it all began back a year ago, when they suddenly decided things were not working out between them. Things weren’t working out at all. The skies that had once been the pink of dawn, abound in love and life, were graying now, and empty. Death is the colour of empty skies; what else could they do but seek out separation?
It had been raining all night that night – the weather cold, bleak and bitter. The two had stood at the hallway like faint shadows. Silent, just like today, until one of them spoke.
“So – ?”
The latter, not knowing what else to reply, had gone on conceding on every point the former made. Until the discussion converged to the point of Sarthak, that is. On the question of Sarthak, neither would concede, obviously. What parent gives up their thirteen year old son? So they dragged the matter to court. Nobody asked Sarthak what he wanted. Not even once.
Tonight, Sarthak is dead. He did not flutter. He did not make a sound. None of the two speak tonight. For now there is no point of conflict – now the petition will be withdrawn from court, and the marriage terminated by mutual agreement.
Sarthak Das.
<b>Author Notes</b>
The names of the central character and the author of the story being identical is an unfortunate coincidence readers are requested to overlook.
#theabsurdist #microfiction #review
Death is the colour of empty skies.
"For whose sake, hence-forth, all his vowes be such,
As what he loves may never like too much."
~ Ben Johnson.
Sarthak died tonight. 1.06 am. N,N′-dimethyl-4,4′-bipyridinium dichloride. Methyl viologen. Paraquat. At first, he felt a burning sensation in his chest. This persisted for an hour or two. Then came the pain. As if somebody were ripping apart his lungs into shreds. It was a slow, painful death. By the time he was brought to the hospital, it was far too late. His parents rushed in to claim his corpse. “Suicide,” the doctor sighed.
Indeed it was. They stared at each other, silent, knowing not what to say. What, if anything at all, were they entitled to say? For it all began back a year ago, when they suddenly decided things were not working out between them. Things weren’t working out at all. The skies that had once been the pink of dawn, abound in love and life, were graying now, and empty. Death is the colour of empty skies; what else could they do but seek out separation?
It had been raining all night that night – the weather cold, bleak and bitter. The two had stood at the hallway like faint shadows. Silent, just like today, until one of them spoke.
“So – ?”
The latter, not knowing what else to reply, had gone on conceding on every point the former made. Until the discussion converged to the point of Sarthak, that is. On the question of Sarthak, neither would concede, obviously. What parent gives up their thirteen year old son? So they dragged the matter to court. Nobody asked Sarthak what he wanted. Not even once.
Tonight, Sarthak is dead. He did not flutter. He did not make a sound. None of the two speak tonight. For now there is no point of conflict – now the petition will be withdrawn from court, and the marriage terminated by mutual agreement.
SARTHAK DAS.
Author Notes
The names of the central character and the author of the story being identical is an unfortunate coincidence readers are requested to overlook.
#sarthakdas #microfiction #review
"For whose sake, hence-forth, all his vowes be such,
As what he loves may never like too much."
~ Ben Johnson.
Sarthak died tonight. 1.06 am. N,N′-dimethyl-4,4′-bipyridinium dichloride. Methyl viologen. Paraquat. At first, he felt a burning sensation in his chest. This persisted for an hour or two. Then came the pain. As if somebody were ripping apart his lungs into shreds. It was a slow, painful death. By the time he was brought to the hospital, it was far too late. His parents rushed in to claim his corpse. “Suicide,” the doctor sighed.
Indeed it was. They stared at each other, silent, knowing not what to say. What, if anything at all, were they entitled to say? For it all began back a year ago, when they suddenly decided things were not working out between them. Things weren’t working out at all. The skies that had once been the pink of dawn, abound in love and life, were graying now, and empty. Death is the colour of empty skies; what else could they do but seek out separation?
It had been raining all night that night – the weather cold, bleak and bitter. The two had stood at the hallway like faint shadows. Silent, just like today, until one of them spoke.
“So – ?”
The latter, not knowing what else to reply, had gone on conceding on every point the former made. Until the discussion converged to the point of Sarthak, that is. On the question of Sarthak, neither would concede, obviously. What parent gives up their thirteen year old son? So they dragged the matter to court. Nobody asked Sarthak what he wanted. Not even once.
Tonight, Sarthak is dead. He did not flutter. He did not make a sound. None of the two speak tonight. For now there is no point of conflict – now the petition will be withdrawn from court, and the marriage terminated by mutual agreement.
SARTHAK DAS.
Author Notes
The names of the central character and the author of the story being identical is an unfortunate coincidence readers are requested to overlook.
#sarthakdas #microfiction #review
Death is the colour of empty skies.
For whose sake, hence-forth, all his vowes be such,
As what he loves may never like too much.
~ Ben Johnson.
Sarthak died tonight. 1.06 am. N,N′-dimethyl-4,4′-bipyridinium dichloride. Methyl viologen. Paraquat. At first, he felt a burning sensation in his chest. This persisted for an hour or two. Then came the pain. As if somebody were ripping apart his lungs into shreds. It was a slow, painful death. By the time he was brought to the hospital, it was far too late. His parents rushed in to claim his corpse. “Suicide,” the doctor sighed.
Indeed it was. They stared at each other, silent, knowing not what to say. What, if anything at all, were they entitled to say? For it all began back a year ago, when they suddenly decided things were not working out between them. Things weren’t working out at all. The skies that had once been the pink of dawn, abound in love and life, were graying now, and empty. Death is the colour of empty skies; what else could they do but seek out separation?
It had been raining all night that night – the weather cold, bleak and bitter. The two had stood at the hallway like faint shadows. Silent, just like today, until one of them spoke.
“So – ?”
The latter, not knowing what else to reply, had gone on conceding on every point the former made. Until the discussion converged to the point of Sarthak, that is. On the question of Sarthak, neither would concede, obviously. What parent gives up their thirteen year old son? So they dragged the matter to court. Nobody asked Sarthak what he wanted. Not even once.
Tonight, Sarthak is dead. He did not flutter. He did not make a sound. None of the two speak tonight. For now there is no point of conflict – now the petition will be withdrawn from court, and the marriage terminated by mutual agreement.
SARTHAK DAS.
Author Notes
The names of the central character and the author of the story being identical is an unfortunate coincidence readers are requested to overlook.
#sarthakdas #microfiction #review
For whose sake, hence-forth, all his vowes be such,
As what he loves may never like too much.
~ Ben Johnson.
Sarthak died tonight. 1.06 am. N,N′-dimethyl-4,4′-bipyridinium dichloride. Methyl viologen. Paraquat. At first, he felt a burning sensation in his chest. This persisted for an hour or two. Then came the pain. As if somebody were ripping apart his lungs into shreds. It was a slow, painful death. By the time he was brought to the hospital, it was far too late. His parents rushed in to claim his corpse. “Suicide,” the doctor sighed.
Indeed it was. They stared at each other, silent, knowing not what to say. What, if anything at all, were they entitled to say? For it all began back a year ago, when they suddenly decided things were not working out between them. Things weren’t working out at all. The skies that had once been the pink of dawn, abound in love and life, were graying now, and empty. Death is the colour of empty skies; what else could they do but seek out separation?
It had been raining all night that night – the weather cold, bleak and bitter. The two had stood at the hallway like faint shadows. Silent, just like today, until one of them spoke.
“So – ?”
The latter, not knowing what else to reply, had gone on conceding on every point the former made. Until the discussion converged to the point of Sarthak, that is. On the question of Sarthak, neither would concede, obviously. What parent gives up their thirteen year old son? So they dragged the matter to court. Nobody asked Sarthak what he wanted. Not even once.
Tonight, Sarthak is dead. He did not flutter. He did not make a sound. None of the two speak tonight. For now there is no point of conflict – now the petition will be withdrawn from court, and the marriage terminated by mutual agreement.
SARTHAK DAS.
Author Notes
The names of the central character and the author of the story being identical is an unfortunate coincidence readers are requested to overlook.
#sarthakdas #microfiction #review
MY VANITY
The stars, they are bright,
But under my bed, is the darkest night.
Tell me why tonight,
These ink smudges seem to smile.
And there the graphite smears,
It smirks as if clouds ready to burst.
O dear I don't like rain, I exclaimed.
Why this night seems so wry,
It makes me so worried.
Stupid how stupid,
This reality is so vapid.
Now I conspire to bribe,
These elements of life.
Here is my vanity,
In my prolonged bubble of insanity.
Let me just stagnantly reside.
©Pakhi
19.03.2021
#pm #poetry #review #selfmuse
The stars, they are bright,
But under my bed, is the darkest night.
Tell me why tonight,
These ink smudges seem to smile.
And there the graphite smears,
It smirks as if clouds ready to burst.
O dear I don't like rain, I exclaimed.
Why this night seems so wry,
It makes me so worried.
Stupid how stupid,
This reality is so vapid.
Now I conspire to bribe,
These elements of life.
Here is my vanity,
In my prolonged bubble of insanity.
Let me just stagnantly reside.
©Pakhi
19.03.2021
#pm #poetry #review #selfmuse
I love my mother's eyes but never knew my dad's eyes could weep too.
He says he is a bit under the weather but he is lying and I know the ugly truth.
On vacations, he would be the Barbecue man but now the food is too hard to swallow.
My brother is narrating my dad's jokes and tricks.
Would you stand by your superhero if he was powerless?
I know you would but without his strengths, you wouldn't recognise him at all.
Mom blames it on the smoke but it isn't just his lungs, he lost the spark in his eyes and the spirit in his voice.
Another hero defeated by time.
Pour the parting glass and put me in a casket.
Don't keep waiting I will be the donor my dad needs.
When he opens his eyes tell him how I wished that I should have held hands when he walked me to classes.
Oh, my mother's eyes and love.
None can hold up the family like my father. #review #minndofmine
He says he is a bit under the weather but he is lying and I know the ugly truth.
On vacations, he would be the Barbecue man but now the food is too hard to swallow.
My brother is narrating my dad's jokes and tricks.
Would you stand by your superhero if he was powerless?
I know you would but without his strengths, you wouldn't recognise him at all.
Mom blames it on the smoke but it isn't just his lungs, he lost the spark in his eyes and the spirit in his voice.
Another hero defeated by time.
Pour the parting glass and put me in a casket.
Don't keep waiting I will be the donor my dad needs.
When he opens his eyes tell him how I wished that I should have held hands when he walked me to classes.
Oh, my mother's eyes and love.
None can hold up the family like my father. #review #minndofmine