#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

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

The day
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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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WORLD MAP

May night. Outside, the dark storm prowls
like a border patrol van.

I sleep uneasily, my eyes fall on the world
map, hung in the living room wall.

And lo !
All the continents have disappeared,
carried away like autumn leaves.

The oceans are now oceans of absence,
and this entire map - a map of ghostly emptiness.

Full of terror and dread inside, I drag
myself closer to that naked map, put my ears to it.

And straining hard, I heard again that deep
ancient humming filling a mother’s womb,

the same humming that holds together the oceans.

Geography blurred into pre-history blurred
into biology.

Just that humming, some sort of a starting point.

 
#review #fz #poetry

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.


#review
#poetry
#maans
@IWRITESOMTIMES

UNFAIR

 

hanging on the rusty
wall nail,

my sad wrinkled 
trousers 

wondering what kind
of an accident

it must've been
to leave

them feeling so
amputated

and me so soundly
asleep

 

 #review #fz #poetry

There are a few ancient lakes exist somewhere on earth, governed by a very specific and fearful shoal of fish. No one cared to clean the lakes for millennia, and the entire school of fish was taught to live inside those lakes and love the pond they belong to. If a fish somehow happened to clean the pond, despite all the resistance, it shall then be required to dig a tunnel that'd connect the pond with the river and eventually to the sea and then the ocean. Why? To maintain the sanctity of water and the life that dwells in it, a purpose more prominent than the lake itself. Water with no medium to flow through collects dirt, breeds disease causing insects, and eventually dries out with time.

Now, if the lakes are still considered "holistic" regardless of how filthy they have become over time, the creatures living inside the lakes will eventually become immune to it. Over time, no one will realize the toxicity they live in and that there's a whole different dimension to the quality of life way beyond those lakes.

If somehow managed to escape the pond, a few creatures unquestionably create a possibility for others to create a life full of freedom, like Nemo and Dory. But such creatures are endangered because the danger is always great for fish that directly challenge the status quo. Despite all the challenges, the age-old altruistic creation drives a few fish to do their bit to bring the much-needed transformation in their surroundings.

Creating a tunnel and connecting the lake to the river, the sea, and eventually to the oceans will open a whole different world to swim through and explore the vastness of consciousness and the life where consciousness resides.

#review #philosophy

#review #iwritesometimes #loverhyme

I met a girl who was like an open book,
Wanting to be read from the very start,
Someone who’d flick through her every page ,
And tie again the strings of her very heart,

So I peeked into her ribcage,
Holding my brittle pieces in my hands,
From the girl I once gave my heart to,
My soul’s revolt who could never understand

We were both left with empty spaces,
Within us our past self was no more,
And we let our souls feel each other's touch,
Like waves embracing the sea shore

She kept spilling out all her stories,
Until She melted from head to her toes,
And I stood ablaze before her eyes,
With no judgement or asking the cause

Too soon she ran out of paper and ink,
But her words found a home on the skin of mine,
As she inked down her final story,
With the love that poured down my spine

Together we learnt a lesson,
Of how sometimes things fall apart,
To make way for better things,
Which leaves a solid thud on your heart

So next time when the rain hits the ground,
Do not run reaching out for cover,
Just stand and smell the petrichor,
You'll find an umbrella held by a broken lover !

~ IWRITESOMETIMES | Maansi :)

I love you Maansi :)
@Maansiibajaj

Feelings

Feelings;sometimes mixed while sometimes crystal clear,
Sometimes genuine while sometimes made up,
But for u they were always there,
And will stay there forever.

Even if u rip off my heart,
Still it will feel for u,
And will continue to feel,
Till the very second it stops to beat.

The moment it stops to beat,
Just conclude that u scribbled on the pages of my life,
By the pen of your apathy,
With my blood in lieu of the ink.

In the way the worth of a book can't be determined,
Solely by its mere cover,
Similarly the amount of pain can't be determined,
By merely reading a poem composed by a broken lover.

#review #San #poetry