That night
That night will always be special. The first time we were all alone with each other. How many times i had imagined us like this. With anticipation of something beautiful to happen, there was nervousness in me. Thank God that it was the breeze which eased up the tension in the air. I was thinking of ways to talk with you, when you held my hand by my wrist.
Yes I will admit that my heart skipped a beat but I was happy that it happened finally. You made me face you. I was so nervous as to whether to kiss you or not. My breath was getting heavy. I could hear the silence which has fallen over the night. All I could hear was the beating of my own heart which was waiting to be yours tonight.
We both were sitting with our legs folded. I could feel your eyes on me. And that was the thing which was making it hard for me to look at you. You started caressing my hand. I was wearing that spaghetti top which I knew would make you not to able to resist me. My hair was open as usual. And I guess moonlight was falling just at the right angle on my face.
I heard you say, "You look beautiful tonight." I tried to hide my smile but i rather not. I smiled and looked at you. Your eyes were beaming just like mine. I wanted to kiss you so bad but still I was controlling myself not to show you how much I want you. You were running your fingers over the length of my arm. Up and down. You could see it in the way my body was reacting to your touch. That soft touch was making me feel like to melt just right there.
The breeze flowing was touching me too. I could see you leaning in and there you kissed my right cheek. I smiled and let you know that i am blushing. You entwined your fingers with mine and pulled me close. My eyes met yours. For the first time, we were this close. My cheeks were flushing red. You caressed my left cheek with your fingertip. I laughed. You know I laugh when I am nervous. I wanted to escape and not at the same time.
I finally leaned into you, cupped your face and put my lips on you.
What we felt at that moment I can't write because we have not experienced it. But I look forward to that night when we will share our first kiss. When that one kiss will lead to a 1000 more. When we will finally erupt like two dormant volcanoes. Our salivas mixing like hot lava. Our bodies finally feeling each other's touch. Only never to forget it. I miss you.
#review #Musings
That night will always be special. The first time we were all alone with each other. How many times i had imagined us like this. With anticipation of something beautiful to happen, there was nervousness in me. Thank God that it was the breeze which eased up the tension in the air. I was thinking of ways to talk with you, when you held my hand by my wrist.
Yes I will admit that my heart skipped a beat but I was happy that it happened finally. You made me face you. I was so nervous as to whether to kiss you or not. My breath was getting heavy. I could hear the silence which has fallen over the night. All I could hear was the beating of my own heart which was waiting to be yours tonight.
We both were sitting with our legs folded. I could feel your eyes on me. And that was the thing which was making it hard for me to look at you. You started caressing my hand. I was wearing that spaghetti top which I knew would make you not to able to resist me. My hair was open as usual. And I guess moonlight was falling just at the right angle on my face.
I heard you say, "You look beautiful tonight." I tried to hide my smile but i rather not. I smiled and looked at you. Your eyes were beaming just like mine. I wanted to kiss you so bad but still I was controlling myself not to show you how much I want you. You were running your fingers over the length of my arm. Up and down. You could see it in the way my body was reacting to your touch. That soft touch was making me feel like to melt just right there.
The breeze flowing was touching me too. I could see you leaning in and there you kissed my right cheek. I smiled and let you know that i am blushing. You entwined your fingers with mine and pulled me close. My eyes met yours. For the first time, we were this close. My cheeks were flushing red. You caressed my left cheek with your fingertip. I laughed. You know I laugh when I am nervous. I wanted to escape and not at the same time.
I finally leaned into you, cupped your face and put my lips on you.
What we felt at that moment I can't write because we have not experienced it. But I look forward to that night when we will share our first kiss. When that one kiss will lead to a 1000 more. When we will finally erupt like two dormant volcanoes. Our salivas mixing like hot lava. Our bodies finally feeling each other's touch. Only never to forget it. I miss you.
#review #Musings
When i saw you for first time you were looking like an angle of night. i was standing there drinking my tea that you don't even like. I still remember your beautiful eye's big smile and you lips telling me to not even try. watching you go back with your friends was so hard so i told myself let's just try. My hands were shivering my mind was high when i ask you can i talk to you for a while just want to let you know that while was enough because that day you replied.
Guys I'm new in this please tell if if there's any mistakes and how can i improve
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Guys I'm new in this please tell if if there's any mistakes and how can i improve
#review
You push me up to explore the highs,
And drag me down to search the lows,
When I'm tired and think it's enough,
You come up again with so much more,
Why do I need the highs and lows,
To live and be noticed and to fit.
I don't wanna fly or don't wanna dig in,
I just want a little ground to sit.
I wanna gaze the blue sky and feel the green grass,
Instead of chasing them because you want,
I want my little life to be a sweet lullaby,
Not a dreadful dream that haunts.
The intermediate makes me happy,
I feel beautiful being average among all,
No hell no heaven is what I need,
I just need ground to have a good stroll.
#maans
#poetry
#review
And drag me down to search the lows,
When I'm tired and think it's enough,
You come up again with so much more,
Why do I need the highs and lows,
To live and be noticed and to fit.
I don't wanna fly or don't wanna dig in,
I just want a little ground to sit.
I wanna gaze the blue sky and feel the green grass,
Instead of chasing them because you want,
I want my little life to be a sweet lullaby,
Not a dreadful dream that haunts.
The intermediate makes me happy,
I feel beautiful being average among all,
No hell no heaven is what I need,
I just need ground to have a good stroll.
#maans
#poetry
#review
It came from something we can't even see,
It took so many lives and gave us the malady,
The death, the pain, the anger the disability,
Old people say they never witnessed such calamity.
With heave heart, Hope is high, will is strong and this is the fact,
May the God help us to face all of this,
Some people are still doing something wrong,
Hope they'll get the fruits of their
Unholy act.
#anon
#noob
#review
It took so many lives and gave us the malady,
The death, the pain, the anger the disability,
Old people say they never witnessed such calamity.
With heave heart, Hope is high, will is strong and this is the fact,
May the God help us to face all of this,
Some people are still doing something wrong,
Hope they'll get the fruits of their
Unholy act.
#anon
#noob
#review
It came from something we can't even see,
It took so many lives and gave us the malady,
The death, the pain, the anger the disability,
Old people say they never witnessed such calamity.
With heavy heart, Hope is high, will is strong and this is the fact,
May the God help us to face all of this,
Some people are still doing something wrong,
Hope they'll get the fruits of their
Unholy act.
#anon
#noob
#review
It took so many lives and gave us the malady,
The death, the pain, the anger the disability,
Old people say they never witnessed such calamity.
With heavy heart, Hope is high, will is strong and this is the fact,
May the God help us to face all of this,
Some people are still doing something wrong,
Hope they'll get the fruits of their
Unholy act.
#anon
#noob
#review
It came from something we can't even see,
It took so many lives and gave us the malady,
The death, the pain, the anger the disability,
Old people say they never witnessed such calamity.
With heavy heart, Hope is alive and this is the fact,
May the God help us to face all of this,
Some people are still doing something wrong,
Hope they'll get the fruits of their
Unholy act.
#anon
#noob
#review
It took so many lives and gave us the malady,
The death, the pain, the anger the disability,
Old people say they never witnessed such calamity.
With heavy heart, Hope is alive and this is the fact,
May the God help us to face all of this,
Some people are still doing something wrong,
Hope they'll get the fruits of their
Unholy act.
#anon
#noob
#review
#review The way you penned. It's good. The pain is really unbearable. As a good human being. We should pray for everyone and hope for the best. Let's be positive and spread it as much as we can nandini.!
In the eyes of god we all are ramblers
Travelling purposelessly to find our ways
At the death of every darkness there is morning
We all try , being one step away from grace
The himalayan saint displaying his Adobe
Cryptic den with a single cloth being his wardrobe
Yet he is crystal clear of worshipping divine as his goal
And therefore effortlessly is playing his role
The sun knows that it had to lighten
Bright rays to make the dark frightened
Hence no sense of stupefaction involved
As soon as done playing it's role, the sun haults
The moon knows of playing the guiding light
Accompanied by stars without any brawl/fight
Both of them being aware about their goals
Thereby effortlessly playing their duty roles.
The flowers are aware about spreading fragrance
Follow's symbiotic relationship with bee marked with reverence
Aware about its umbilical cord with nature
Thereby no sense of greed involved with any creature.
Then why as human beings we still lack clarity
Wishing to fulfill all our desire in brevity
Why our role is still not cleared to us
Our minds and hearts constantly involved in a ruckus
Insatiable hunger inducing greed in our eyes
Wishing for everything in a jiffy without any tries
We have misunderstood our goals and roles
Thereby pushing ourselves in never ending rigmaroles.
#mr #poetry #review
Travelling purposelessly to find our ways
At the death of every darkness there is morning
We all try , being one step away from grace
The himalayan saint displaying his Adobe
Cryptic den with a single cloth being his wardrobe
Yet he is crystal clear of worshipping divine as his goal
And therefore effortlessly is playing his role
The sun knows that it had to lighten
Bright rays to make the dark frightened
Hence no sense of stupefaction involved
As soon as done playing it's role, the sun haults
The moon knows of playing the guiding light
Accompanied by stars without any brawl/fight
Both of them being aware about their goals
Thereby effortlessly playing their duty roles.
The flowers are aware about spreading fragrance
Follow's symbiotic relationship with bee marked with reverence
Aware about its umbilical cord with nature
Thereby no sense of greed involved with any creature.
Then why as human beings we still lack clarity
Wishing to fulfill all our desire in brevity
Why our role is still not cleared to us
Our minds and hearts constantly involved in a ruckus
Insatiable hunger inducing greed in our eyes
Wishing for everything in a jiffy without any tries
We have misunderstood our goals and roles
Thereby pushing ourselves in never ending rigmaroles.
#mr #poetry #review
In the womb
a lifeless creature
is confined
In the soil
a lifeless creature
is buried
In the grave
a lifeless creature
is entombed
In the end
a living creature
is born
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
a lifeless creature
is confined
In the soil
a lifeless creature
is buried
In the grave
a lifeless creature
is entombed
In the end
a living creature
is born
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
The day
man shall stand
before the Master
Stripped
of clothes and titles.
From womb
or tomb
humans are weak
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
man shall stand
before the Master
Stripped
of clothes and titles.
From womb
or tomb
humans are weak
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
Glimmer
I thought I saw it.
Just there.
Beyond the trolling,
The slander
And arrogant, self-important posturing.
Just there:
A shred of decency,
A scrap of compassion.
Beyond all bounds.
Growing.
#meb #review #micropoetry
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I thought I saw it.
Just there.
Beyond the trolling,
The slander
And arrogant, self-important posturing.
Just there:
A shred of decency,
A scrap of compassion.
Beyond all bounds.
Growing.
#meb #review #micropoetry
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Like a beam of light,
You were guiding my way,
In an abyss marked with darkness and perils,
To a brighter day.
Until it got blocked by the cloud,
Until the sun went down,
When my face turned pale,
Causing a total breakdown.
I sunk deeper in the abyss,
I sunk deeper in my past,
Having flashbacks of those good old memories,
Which were easier to reminisce.
#review #San #sonnet
You were guiding my way,
In an abyss marked with darkness and perils,
To a brighter day.
Until it got blocked by the cloud,
Until the sun went down,
When my face turned pale,
Causing a total breakdown.
I sunk deeper in the abyss,
I sunk deeper in my past,
Having flashbacks of those good old memories,
Which were easier to reminisce.
#review #San #sonnet
Will u?
Will u sit next to me?
While I play your favourite song on the guitar,
Without u my darling,
I'm like a lonely star.
Wandering somewhere in the sky,
All the mistakes that I made,
Won't u rectify?
Can't stay away from u,
No matter how hard I try,
Darling will u kiss me tonight?
Will u capture me within your sight?
When I'll say those 3 magical words,
Down on my knees underneath the moonlight.
Will u accept my flowers?
Baby will you dance with me for hours?
While we get drenched,
Dancing in the mighty showers.
Will u give your hands in mine?
Baby will u be my lifeline?
The way I touch u,
Will always make u feel fine.
#review #poetry
Will u sit next to me?
While I play your favourite song on the guitar,
Without u my darling,
I'm like a lonely star.
Wandering somewhere in the sky,
All the mistakes that I made,
Won't u rectify?
Can't stay away from u,
No matter how hard I try,
Darling will u kiss me tonight?
Will u capture me within your sight?
When I'll say those 3 magical words,
Down on my knees underneath the moonlight.
Will u accept my flowers?
Baby will you dance with me for hours?
While we get drenched,
Dancing in the mighty showers.
Will u give your hands in mine?
Baby will u be my lifeline?
The way I touch u,
Will always make u feel fine.
#review #poetry
I knew a girl who liked to draw,
Pictures for only her eyes.
She was more artistic
late at night.
Her drawings were different,
No paper,
No pen.
But she needed a bandage,
And wore long sleeves twenty-four/seven.
We stood by the river,
Under the stars,
When she rolled up her sleeves
And showed me her scars.
She felt embarrassed
and stared at her shoe.
Then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered,
"I draw too."
#review #yourreview #noob
Pictures for only her eyes.
She was more artistic
late at night.
Her drawings were different,
No paper,
No pen.
But she needed a bandage,
And wore long sleeves twenty-four/seven.
We stood by the river,
Under the stars,
When she rolled up her sleeves
And showed me her scars.
She felt embarrassed
and stared at her shoe.
Then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered,
"I draw too."
#review #yourreview #noob
You may not be able to see me with your naked eyes
Just know that my soul and blessings are always by your side
This world is a beautiful place and
my morals you imbibe will forever be your guide
I know you are going through trauma
Wishing your heart out if here was your momma
The day bleeds for you into nightfall
I feel terrible to not be there to help you through it all
But ,remember my teaching son that told you to be firm and brave
You will overcome your devils no matter how much they are grave
But please don't let that tear slide through your eye
My soul gets shattered inch by inch whenever i see you cry
For if it would be in my hands, i had made your all troubles ban
But heaven sent my child is now a capable man
For he has grown enough to deal with all the deeds
Jubilant i am seeing the growing tree of morality out of my seeds.
#mr #poetry #review
Just know that my soul and blessings are always by your side
This world is a beautiful place and
my morals you imbibe will forever be your guide
I know you are going through trauma
Wishing your heart out if here was your momma
The day bleeds for you into nightfall
I feel terrible to not be there to help you through it all
But ,remember my teaching son that told you to be firm and brave
You will overcome your devils no matter how much they are grave
But please don't let that tear slide through your eye
My soul gets shattered inch by inch whenever i see you cry
For if it would be in my hands, i had made your all troubles ban
But heaven sent my child is now a capable man
For he has grown enough to deal with all the deeds
Jubilant i am seeing the growing tree of morality out of my seeds.
#mr #poetry #review
It's summer in the north
Yet the land is muddy,
From tears of sorrow
Raining season had left for long
Yet the sky isn't silent
The screams are deafening
Fear, despair and grief
Has petrified people
Into walking clouds
O Lord, we admit our sins
Grace us with peace
You are the Oft-Forgiving
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
Yet the land is muddy,
From tears of sorrow
Raining season had left for long
Yet the sky isn't silent
The screams are deafening
Fear, despair and grief
Has petrified people
Into walking clouds
O Lord, we admit our sins
Grace us with peace
You are the Oft-Forgiving
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
Me and Her!
Once there was time
We used to be together
From the dawn
To the dusk till down.
We liked to see
Countless stars,
And shy moon
Under the sky
Of midnight town.
Hot summer days
Or icy winter night,
Pain of rain or
Pleasant spring,
We always walk
Holding each others
Relying hand
Side by side.
I was her heaven
And she was my oxygen
If I were
Lines of a page
Then she would be
Highlighter in them.
Now everything
In life
Is upside down
Love has turned
Into a mess
And the river
Is dead
From where we come.
Today
Me and Her
Neither lovers,
Nor friends
We are
Just strangers
With broken
Heart
And twilight
Memories
That will fade.
#poetry #review #tony
Once there was time
We used to be together
From the dawn
To the dusk till down.
We liked to see
Countless stars,
And shy moon
Under the sky
Of midnight town.
Hot summer days
Or icy winter night,
Pain of rain or
Pleasant spring,
We always walk
Holding each others
Relying hand
Side by side.
I was her heaven
And she was my oxygen
If I were
Lines of a page
Then she would be
Highlighter in them.
Now everything
In life
Is upside down
Love has turned
Into a mess
And the river
Is dead
From where we come.
Today
Me and Her
Neither lovers,
Nor friends
We are
Just strangers
With broken
Heart
And twilight
Memories
That will fade.
#poetry #review #tony
I'd kiss her cheek.
I'd feel the bump that she makes when she smiles.
Withdraw myself to look her in the eyes with her pupils dilated and her lips curving slowly to form a smile made for me.
I'd see my own reflection in her eyes.
My own pupils dilating in her dilated pupils.
My own lips forming a smile as they get closer to touch her smiling lips.
The air filling itself with a heavy blanket under which only us two exist now.
No sound penetrating us.
No outside world being a part.
Only us two in the grazing of our skins, feeling each other's sadness and sorrows mixing together into desire as we become one to be one.
To withdraw from this moment would be criminal.
To withdraw from her would be disastrous.
I don't want to leave her.
I don't want the air to have a space between us.
I want to feel her skin so long our temperatures become one and the sensation that this isn't a part of me vanishes.
I want to see her smile.
I want to hear her whisper with it's soft high and soft lows in its quietened sincerity.
I want to paint her.
I want to write her.
I want to sing her.
I want to be hers.
Why did it have to be too late?
#review #nirma #poetry
I'd feel the bump that she makes when she smiles.
Withdraw myself to look her in the eyes with her pupils dilated and her lips curving slowly to form a smile made for me.
I'd see my own reflection in her eyes.
My own pupils dilating in her dilated pupils.
My own lips forming a smile as they get closer to touch her smiling lips.
The air filling itself with a heavy blanket under which only us two exist now.
No sound penetrating us.
No outside world being a part.
Only us two in the grazing of our skins, feeling each other's sadness and sorrows mixing together into desire as we become one to be one.
To withdraw from this moment would be criminal.
To withdraw from her would be disastrous.
I don't want to leave her.
I don't want the air to have a space between us.
I want to feel her skin so long our temperatures become one and the sensation that this isn't a part of me vanishes.
I want to see her smile.
I want to hear her whisper with it's soft high and soft lows in its quietened sincerity.
I want to paint her.
I want to write her.
I want to sing her.
I want to be hers.
Why did it have to be too late?
#review #nirma #poetry
The man who desperately craves love is just like any other man.
There's no particular adjective of shame or kindness to associate with him.
Love is natural. Love is attractive.
I desperately crave love.
Hers would be the best.
It is familiar.
It is known.
I know her smell.
I know the intonation of her voice.
I know how tight she grips.
I know what she likes.
I know when she was born.
I know what her voice sounds like echoing in the compartment of Delhi metro.
But as she used to say it's not like time won't make us forget it.
It's not like it was permanent.
New things will come along.
I tried to desperately not desperately crave love.
But I have now come to realise to crave love is what nature wants.
I could force myself to not crave it but it would be unnatural. As unnatural as a fish swimming upstream.
Nature takes it course and nature will always take it's course.
So idc.
I want to love.
I want to be loved.
And I want to ride the Delhi metro in love once more.
#review #nirma #poetry
There's no particular adjective of shame or kindness to associate with him.
Love is natural. Love is attractive.
I desperately crave love.
Hers would be the best.
It is familiar.
It is known.
I know her smell.
I know the intonation of her voice.
I know how tight she grips.
I know what she likes.
I know when she was born.
I know what her voice sounds like echoing in the compartment of Delhi metro.
But as she used to say it's not like time won't make us forget it.
It's not like it was permanent.
New things will come along.
I tried to desperately not desperately crave love.
But I have now come to realise to crave love is what nature wants.
I could force myself to not crave it but it would be unnatural. As unnatural as a fish swimming upstream.
Nature takes it course and nature will always take it's course.
So idc.
I want to love.
I want to be loved.
And I want to ride the Delhi metro in love once more.
#review #nirma #poetry
EAVESDROPPING
The banal, midnight architecture of this
high-rise building suddenly enlivened by
the inspired sounds of crashing saucers
followed by the raised, accusative tone
of a man in rage, matched sharply by a
feminine voice, quivering & high-pitched,
in turn, the machine gun of their mouths
firing everywhere and nowhere, invisible
blood splattered across the living room
walls; after about ten minutes, a low hush
descends upon the floor, and one hears
only the occasional screech of an elevator
ferrying the late-night home comers up and
down the apartment, like a weaving loom
shuttle, even as the wounded couple curl up
to their separate beds, tossing and turning
uneasily, each unsure, whether to regard
all of this as a proof of love or its absence.
#review
The banal, midnight architecture of this
high-rise building suddenly enlivened by
the inspired sounds of crashing saucers
followed by the raised, accusative tone
of a man in rage, matched sharply by a
feminine voice, quivering & high-pitched,
in turn, the machine gun of their mouths
firing everywhere and nowhere, invisible
blood splattered across the living room
walls; after about ten minutes, a low hush
descends upon the floor, and one hears
only the occasional screech of an elevator
ferrying the late-night home comers up and
down the apartment, like a weaving loom
shuttle, even as the wounded couple curl up
to their separate beds, tossing and turning
uneasily, each unsure, whether to regard
all of this as a proof of love or its absence.
#review
She had new red shoes and egyptian eyes;
and my heart.
She liked poems & chocolates & surprises;
and my smile.
She wore a blouse that matched her shoes and eyes;
and she . . . was married
#review
and my heart.
She liked poems & chocolates & surprises;
and my smile.
She wore a blouse that matched her shoes and eyes;
and she . . . was married
#review