ONE FINE DAY...
So what's the point.
Eventually it's all gonna end.
Ultimately it's gonna be over.
If not today, maybe tomorrow.
In a year?
Two year?
Ten years?
Fifty years?
Nobody lives for 100 years anymore.
So all we do here is just a series of planning, preparing, hoping and dreaming of a tomorrow which may or may not come.
And blinding throwing wishes in the air that tomorrow will come.
And it may or may not come.
Eventually one day it will stop coming.
All those empty promises of tomorrow.
And one fine day…
We all cease to exist.
Until that day all we do is waste our today in the hopes of tomorrows.
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So what's the point.
Eventually it's all gonna end.
Ultimately it's gonna be over.
If not today, maybe tomorrow.
In a year?
Two year?
Ten years?
Fifty years?
Nobody lives for 100 years anymore.
So all we do here is just a series of planning, preparing, hoping and dreaming of a tomorrow which may or may not come.
And blinding throwing wishes in the air that tomorrow will come.
And it may or may not come.
Eventually one day it will stop coming.
All those empty promises of tomorrow.
And one fine day…
We all cease to exist.
Until that day all we do is waste our today in the hopes of tomorrows.
#review
The ring of love#1
How far it is? Where are we leading to? What are we? Why we cry? Why we become happy? These thoughts been running in my mind while I am watching the waves on the sea shore. The pleasant music of the waves diverted me from those unanswered questions. The cool breeze touched my hot skin and I just shivered for a moment and smiled with a pleasant face.
Through this long journey human race struggled a lot to be here what we are now is a long way journey that the human race has come to.
Everyone are different in their own aspects of life. If a man/women is rough, then he might have faced more in his/her life and that's why he/she looks rough and tough to handle. And in other hand if a man or a women is cool and soft, then it means they had built their life in a completely different manner. Everyone has their own way of sculpting their own life.
Every one has to face both types of characters in their life and should learn to face all these people. We can't use any filters and neglect them. Because it is a real life where only unexpected things happens. But we dream many things we expect many things in our life and we have the freedom to do so. No one could tell us not to dream and making it true is not in our hand. This doesn't meant that we should not dream we have to dream to move on in our life, so don't stop dreaming...
"There can't....." "Hey Aashiv come here man see what we found" a voice interrupted my conversation with my "inner me". I turned towards her and waved my hands and signalled them that I am coming. I got up from the sand and ran towards them. My team found some oldest ring while excavating inside the sand. The ring looked gorgeous and I ran towards the sea and washed the ring with the water. And I just observed something written on the ring it said "Samuthra kumaari", which means "The Princess of Ocean". Suddenly a fictional character came to my mind which I studied in the novel called "Ponniyin selvan". With the sudden reminder of that character I put that ring in my pocket and ran from that place. I reached my bike and I went to kushi beach which is situated near Rameswaram. I consider that place as my soulful site and whenever I feel low I will go to that sea shore and stay there until I feel good.
I went there and sat there for a moment and cried hard. I don't know why I am crying like this. But I cried without any thoughts and after a moment everything in my mind settled and I became clear enough to think deep in to my past.
A name suddenly came to my mind and I spelled "Riya". Suddenly a single drop of tear came out of my left eye and it fell on the sand. It's been ten years... I didn't even spell her name. When I saw the name in the ring, the dark side of my mind came out and it took me to the darkest part of my life. With this I fainted in the sand and I heard the sound of my friends saying "Aashiv get up man what happened to you?"
When I opened my eyes I was going in the car with my "Riya". And...
To be continued...
Dm me to know more about Aahsiv
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How far it is? Where are we leading to? What are we? Why we cry? Why we become happy? These thoughts been running in my mind while I am watching the waves on the sea shore. The pleasant music of the waves diverted me from those unanswered questions. The cool breeze touched my hot skin and I just shivered for a moment and smiled with a pleasant face.
Through this long journey human race struggled a lot to be here what we are now is a long way journey that the human race has come to.
Everyone are different in their own aspects of life. If a man/women is rough, then he might have faced more in his/her life and that's why he/she looks rough and tough to handle. And in other hand if a man or a women is cool and soft, then it means they had built their life in a completely different manner. Everyone has their own way of sculpting their own life.
Every one has to face both types of characters in their life and should learn to face all these people. We can't use any filters and neglect them. Because it is a real life where only unexpected things happens. But we dream many things we expect many things in our life and we have the freedom to do so. No one could tell us not to dream and making it true is not in our hand. This doesn't meant that we should not dream we have to dream to move on in our life, so don't stop dreaming...
"There can't....." "Hey Aashiv come here man see what we found" a voice interrupted my conversation with my "inner me". I turned towards her and waved my hands and signalled them that I am coming. I got up from the sand and ran towards them. My team found some oldest ring while excavating inside the sand. The ring looked gorgeous and I ran towards the sea and washed the ring with the water. And I just observed something written on the ring it said "Samuthra kumaari", which means "The Princess of Ocean". Suddenly a fictional character came to my mind which I studied in the novel called "Ponniyin selvan". With the sudden reminder of that character I put that ring in my pocket and ran from that place. I reached my bike and I went to kushi beach which is situated near Rameswaram. I consider that place as my soulful site and whenever I feel low I will go to that sea shore and stay there until I feel good.
I went there and sat there for a moment and cried hard. I don't know why I am crying like this. But I cried without any thoughts and after a moment everything in my mind settled and I became clear enough to think deep in to my past.
A name suddenly came to my mind and I spelled "Riya". Suddenly a single drop of tear came out of my left eye and it fell on the sand. It's been ten years... I didn't even spell her name. When I saw the name in the ring, the dark side of my mind came out and it took me to the darkest part of my life. With this I fainted in the sand and I heard the sound of my friends saying "Aashiv get up man what happened to you?"
When I opened my eyes I was going in the car with my "Riya". And...
To be continued...
Dm me to know more about Aahsiv
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You came unto me, like the moonlight,
somehow turned to slowly mean life itself,
while these lines kept coming to me everyday,
we'd awakened without us knowing
Are you my sunlight or rain?
My shelter or the cold breeze,
My petals or my leaf,
Or the nectar of my dreams?
Are you my night or day?
My pair or my pillar,
Come unto me as the colours of my rainbow!
#review
somehow turned to slowly mean life itself,
while these lines kept coming to me everyday,
we'd awakened without us knowing
Are you my sunlight or rain?
My shelter or the cold breeze,
My petals or my leaf,
Or the nectar of my dreams?
Are you my night or day?
My pair or my pillar,
Come unto me as the colours of my rainbow!
#review
A LETTER FOR YOU
A letter which describe how much u r to me
A letter saying that I miss u in every conversation I have someone. Thinking about how would have react, say. How we have laugh
A letter saying that how I plan to go on every vacations with u
A letter saying that whenever we fight.. How I check whether u r online or not every now and then
A letter confessing you that I imagine u in every love story I see I read.. N u r shaping in my romantic fanasty
A letter confessing u that u r not much to me.. U r whole of me.... U r the one whom I want everyday
A letter from my heart saying ....u r my everything and nothing together
#review #pain #PSP
A letter which describe how much u r to me
A letter saying that I miss u in every conversation I have someone. Thinking about how would have react, say. How we have laugh
A letter saying that how I plan to go on every vacations with u
A letter saying that whenever we fight.. How I check whether u r online or not every now and then
A letter confessing you that I imagine u in every love story I see I read.. N u r shaping in my romantic fanasty
A letter confessing u that u r not much to me.. U r whole of me.... U r the one whom I want everyday
A letter from my heart saying ....u r my everything and nothing together
#review #pain #PSP
Bring me back.
When all of this is over
Let's meet
Across the street that cradled us
In her soft sweet trees
And warm yellow lights
Let's have those candies
Of colours bright
Walk along those lanes familiar
Past our known smiles
And known songs
Of neighbour and her pet
Blushing at our crush's sight
And sighing by our auntie's gaze
Past the temple bell and past the call of mosque
Past all that the past had
Past our life that passed away
When all of this is over
Let's laugh and cry
And grin with somber
At the fate of fleeting time.
~Soleha
#lazypen #review #poetry
When all of this is over
Let's meet
Across the street that cradled us
In her soft sweet trees
And warm yellow lights
Let's have those candies
Of colours bright
Walk along those lanes familiar
Past our known smiles
And known songs
Of neighbour and her pet
Blushing at our crush's sight
And sighing by our auntie's gaze
Past the temple bell and past the call of mosque
Past all that the past had
Past our life that passed away
When all of this is over
Let's laugh and cry
And grin with somber
At the fate of fleeting time.
~Soleha
#lazypen #review #poetry
There are a million reasons to go,
And a million arguments can be made.
But I'll find that one excuse to stay,
And won't let our moment fade.
I stay tired but still I wander,
To collect flowers and leaves all day,
To keep on my desk and write about them,
And share them with you when you're away.
I stay strong and loud all day,
Stay persistent in everything I do.
Keep laughing till my eyes become wet,
And laugh again on my moments with you.
There are a lot of fall outs sometimes,
But I keep them safe in a jar with me.
When you smile I take them out,
And fix them back the way they used to be.
I'm scared I'll mess things up or,
Maybe won't even be there to clean,
But will love you with everything I have,
In little ways seen or unseen.
@IWRITESOMTIMES
#review
#poetry
#mans
And a million arguments can be made.
But I'll find that one excuse to stay,
And won't let our moment fade.
I stay tired but still I wander,
To collect flowers and leaves all day,
To keep on my desk and write about them,
And share them with you when you're away.
I stay strong and loud all day,
Stay persistent in everything I do.
Keep laughing till my eyes become wet,
And laugh again on my moments with you.
There are a lot of fall outs sometimes,
But I keep them safe in a jar with me.
When you smile I take them out,
And fix them back the way they used to be.
I'm scared I'll mess things up or,
Maybe won't even be there to clean,
But will love you with everything I have,
In little ways seen or unseen.
@IWRITESOMTIMES
#review
#poetry
#mans
#review #kp #poetry
Time Will Tell
Time was a foe of mine.
I always thought it was against me.
I never accepted its decisions,
Or that it was just doing what it was supposed to.
It flew, it flowed, it ran and it stood still as well,
But it was always a foe.
I was afraid that it will put me in place once it tells itself.
Time became a friend of mine.
I started trusting it.
It brought me to a good place.
It healed me by making me realize that,
It was just doing its job.
It flew, it flowed, it ran and it stood still as well.
It was finally a friend.
I was happy as I saw better things once it told itself.
Time has become a frenemy of me.
I trust it but sometimes I am scared of it.
I ponder, what if in doing what it is supposed to,
I wonder, what if its job takes it all away from me.
It flies, it flows, it runs and it stands still as well.
It will hurt and care, together,
Like a bittersweet memory.
I am confused to give in to it.
However, with this fear, I am curious as well.
Curious to find out what more possibilities it has stored in for me,
Which other happy moments it will give me,
What other hardships it will make me face.
Because in the end, it is just living upto its name.
To fly, to flow, to run and to stand still.
So, I am at peace with it.
I have decided to be with it.
I know I am scared but still I will have faith in it.
Because I know one day,
Time will tell me another story.
Another chapter to add to my life.
So, I am just waiting for time to tell,
A sweet lullaby or a harsh reality.
Whatever it will be,
I am sure I will be ready to experience it.
Because no one tells better stories than TIME.
Time Will Tell
Time was a foe of mine.
I always thought it was against me.
I never accepted its decisions,
Or that it was just doing what it was supposed to.
It flew, it flowed, it ran and it stood still as well,
But it was always a foe.
I was afraid that it will put me in place once it tells itself.
Time became a friend of mine.
I started trusting it.
It brought me to a good place.
It healed me by making me realize that,
It was just doing its job.
It flew, it flowed, it ran and it stood still as well.
It was finally a friend.
I was happy as I saw better things once it told itself.
Time has become a frenemy of me.
I trust it but sometimes I am scared of it.
I ponder, what if in doing what it is supposed to,
I wonder, what if its job takes it all away from me.
It flies, it flows, it runs and it stands still as well.
It will hurt and care, together,
Like a bittersweet memory.
I am confused to give in to it.
However, with this fear, I am curious as well.
Curious to find out what more possibilities it has stored in for me,
Which other happy moments it will give me,
What other hardships it will make me face.
Because in the end, it is just living upto its name.
To fly, to flow, to run and to stand still.
So, I am at peace with it.
I have decided to be with it.
I know I am scared but still I will have faith in it.
Because I know one day,
Time will tell me another story.
Another chapter to add to my life.
So, I am just waiting for time to tell,
A sweet lullaby or a harsh reality.
Whatever it will be,
I am sure I will be ready to experience it.
Because no one tells better stories than TIME.
Time will tell
Time was a foe of mine.
I always thought it was against me.
I never accepted its decisions,
Or that it was just doing what it was supposed to.
It flew, it flowed, it ran and it stood still as well,
But it was always a foe.
I was afraid that it will put me in place once it tells itself.
Time became a friend of mine.
I started trusting it.
It brought me to a good place.
It healed me by making me realize that,
It was just doing its job.
It flew, it flowed, it ran and it stood still as well.
It was finally a friend.
I was happy as I saw better things once it told itself.
Time has become a frenemy of me.
I trust it but sometimes I am scared of it.
I ponder, what if in doing what it is supposed to,
I wonder, what if its job takes it all away from me.
It flies, it flows, it runs and it stands still as well.
It will hurt and care, together,
Like a bittersweet memory.
I am confused to give in to it.
However, with this fear, I am curious as well.
Curious to find out what more possibilities it has stored in for me,
Which other happy moments it will give me,
What other hardships it will make me face.
Because in the end, it is just living upto its name.
To fly, to flow, to run and to stand still.
So, I am at peace with it.
I have decided to be with it.
I know I am scared but still I will have faith in it.
Because I know one day,
Time will tell me another story.
Another chapter to add to my life.
So, I am just waiting for time to tell,
A sweet lullaby or a harsh reality.
Whatever it will be,
I am sure I will be ready to experience it.
Because no one tells better stories than TIME.
#review #poetry #kp
Time was a foe of mine.
I always thought it was against me.
I never accepted its decisions,
Or that it was just doing what it was supposed to.
It flew, it flowed, it ran and it stood still as well,
But it was always a foe.
I was afraid that it will put me in place once it tells itself.
Time became a friend of mine.
I started trusting it.
It brought me to a good place.
It healed me by making me realize that,
It was just doing its job.
It flew, it flowed, it ran and it stood still as well.
It was finally a friend.
I was happy as I saw better things once it told itself.
Time has become a frenemy of me.
I trust it but sometimes I am scared of it.
I ponder, what if in doing what it is supposed to,
I wonder, what if its job takes it all away from me.
It flies, it flows, it runs and it stands still as well.
It will hurt and care, together,
Like a bittersweet memory.
I am confused to give in to it.
However, with this fear, I am curious as well.
Curious to find out what more possibilities it has stored in for me,
Which other happy moments it will give me,
What other hardships it will make me face.
Because in the end, it is just living upto its name.
To fly, to flow, to run and to stand still.
So, I am at peace with it.
I have decided to be with it.
I know I am scared but still I will have faith in it.
Because I know one day,
Time will tell me another story.
Another chapter to add to my life.
So, I am just waiting for time to tell,
A sweet lullaby or a harsh reality.
Whatever it will be,
I am sure I will be ready to experience it.
Because no one tells better stories than TIME.
#review #poetry #kp
MyselfMyself
I stood there like a lifeless lighthouse
Ashore the vast and furious ocean
Beckoned by the turquoise potion
Which I chose to not drink and drowse
I looked back to find myself
Once a beacon of hope and mirth
To the lost wanderers of the earth
Now I feel dragged down by a dark elf
I stood there amid the starless sky
With no company but bitter thoughts
Where I kept untangling the knots
Of my unburied past with a deep sigh
I look forward to find myself
A rekindled flame, never to waver
Never to die out, burning forever
An illuminated soul and rejuvenated self.
#poem #review #Florence
I stood there like a lifeless lighthouse
Ashore the vast and furious ocean
Beckoned by the turquoise potion
Which I chose to not drink and drowse
I looked back to find myself
Once a beacon of hope and mirth
To the lost wanderers of the earth
Now I feel dragged down by a dark elf
I stood there amid the starless sky
With no company but bitter thoughts
Where I kept untangling the knots
Of my unburied past with a deep sigh
I look forward to find myself
A rekindled flame, never to waver
Never to die out, burning forever
An illuminated soul and rejuvenated self.
#poem #review #Florence
The death bell resounds,
Awakening the fiends while taversing the dungeons,
To the doomsday has arrived,
Opposing to comply from aeons.
Begging for mercy from Azrael,
Concealing beneath the tapestries,
Treading on the steep alleys,
Shrunk & turned pale like winter leaves.
Alleys leading to an unsolicited realm,
Leaving behind footprints of a lone traveller,
Recalling the good memories of the past,
A yearning to resurrect that lasts forever.
#review #poem #San
Awakening the fiends while taversing the dungeons,
To the doomsday has arrived,
Opposing to comply from aeons.
Begging for mercy from Azrael,
Concealing beneath the tapestries,
Treading on the steep alleys,
Shrunk & turned pale like winter leaves.
Alleys leading to an unsolicited realm,
Leaving behind footprints of a lone traveller,
Recalling the good memories of the past,
A yearning to resurrect that lasts forever.
#review #poem #San
You never know with whom you red string of fate is connected to.
They may be right in front of you for your whole life, but you fail to recognize them, until the right moment.
It just takes a moment to fall in love, but a lifetime to maintain it.
"I told you, you can't escape me baby. Your fate has been entangled with me since that day."
Kim Yoona was shocked by the words uttered by Lee Jihun. He sounded so controlling and cold. He wasn't like this before. But after that day, everything changed between them.
This is my second novel. I've just written a chapter, but I need reviews and suggestions.
#review
They may be right in front of you for your whole life, but you fail to recognize them, until the right moment.
It just takes a moment to fall in love, but a lifetime to maintain it.
"I told you, you can't escape me baby. Your fate has been entangled with me since that day."
Kim Yoona was shocked by the words uttered by Lee Jihun. He sounded so controlling and cold. He wasn't like this before. But after that day, everything changed between them.
This is my second novel. I've just written a chapter, but I need reviews and suggestions.
#review
ONCE LOVED...
Guess I didn't love myself enough to see how much I loved you.
I don't really miss him. Rather I miss myself when I was with him.
The way my heart pounds when I look at him.
The way my mouth can't compose a word when I talk to him.
The way my head hallucinates a life with him.
The way I used to believe in magic.
The way I used to see rainbows in the dark.
The way I used to think I could catch stars.
The way I believe love can conquer all.
So yeah I miss myself when I was with him.
The more I loved him, the more it damaged me when I was not in love with him anymore.
The harder it is to get back to the old me.
Bites by bites.
Piece by piece.
As long as all that reminding is dust of yesterday.
Which will be there for the rest of my life.
#That G!rl... #review #lifelessons
Guess I didn't love myself enough to see how much I loved you.
I don't really miss him. Rather I miss myself when I was with him.
The way my heart pounds when I look at him.
The way my mouth can't compose a word when I talk to him.
The way my head hallucinates a life with him.
The way I used to believe in magic.
The way I used to see rainbows in the dark.
The way I used to think I could catch stars.
The way I believe love can conquer all.
So yeah I miss myself when I was with him.
The more I loved him, the more it damaged me when I was not in love with him anymore.
The harder it is to get back to the old me.
Bites by bites.
Piece by piece.
As long as all that reminding is dust of yesterday.
Which will be there for the rest of my life.
#That G!rl... #review #lifelessons
#shortstory#shortstory #review#review #Florence#Florence
A Little SquirrelA Little Squirrel
It was one of those days when you could find me on the balcony sitting cross-legged on a chair, occasionally tapping my head with a pen and, of course, with an empty mind and an empty page. You could see me gazing into the distance, trying to invoke my muse. Staring at the plain sky didn’t help. I looked around; not a soul in sight, not even the fluttering of a butterfly could be heard. I was hopelessly lost. Not that I’m a great writer experiencing a writer’s block but a novice whose writing skills are still in an embryonic stage. It seemed like everything in the universe was plotting against me.
“Ah, blame the universe now! You are always deprived of ideas. I have been waiting forever to see at least one word on that paper,” he quipped when I shared my thoughts. He is such a grinch, I must say. Here I am, trying to move heaven and earth and look at him, leaving me in the lurch.
“Hey, thanks! You are so supportive!” I frowned in dismay.
“Well, what’s with the negativity? Lift the veil of your eyes and glance around. Look into nature; you have everything you are looking for. Only you have to seek and find them. You should know that it won’t be plain sailing. Always remember that,” and he left.
He always tends to skedaddle every time after giving free advice because he hates to be in a situation where I pour every blame on him even if he does nothing.
I determined to look around for ideas to come and seek me. “Oh, no, it should be the other way around,” I reminded myself.
Right in front of the balcony was a jackfruit tree. Nature was bountiful enough to weigh it down with ample fruits. I noticed a little squirrel squeaking and scanning the tree before lying upside down, like a gymnast, on a ripened fruit and started feasting on it. The incessant screeching of the crickets could be heard from a distance as if they wouldn’t let the poor little squirrel have a peaceful meal. While my eyes were feasting on the squirrel feasting on the jackfruit, a giant squirrel jumped out of nowhere and scared the little one off, which was too chicken to start a fight. It climbed up, hid behind the leaves and waited for the big one to go back. Unfortunately, it had to wait forever to climb down and fill his tummy.
“Why didn’t he choose any other fruits as there were thousands of them? I don’t know. Why did the big one choose this fruit in particular while there were thousands of them? I don’t know.”
“You don’t know what?” returned he intending to taunt me. That’s when I realised that I was speaking aloud.
“Still staring at blank?” he continued.
I punched him in the hand and pulled him closer. I recounted the events to him. He chuckled, knowing that my only concern was about that one jackfruit that both the squirrels feasted upon and not how I overlooked his self will and also how the poor little one held his hunger till he could get hold of the fruit again.
“See, everyone is free to choose anything they like. And, I loved how it was resolute in holding on to the one he chose at first and how he remained calm even in adversities. What matters is he didn’t give up easily. We should learn from him,” explained he.
Exactly! Even though that thought didn’t cross my mind, I learnt a great lesson from that tiny creature. Feeling happy, I took my pen to write about the little squirrel.
A Little SquirrelA Little Squirrel
It was one of those days when you could find me on the balcony sitting cross-legged on a chair, occasionally tapping my head with a pen and, of course, with an empty mind and an empty page. You could see me gazing into the distance, trying to invoke my muse. Staring at the plain sky didn’t help. I looked around; not a soul in sight, not even the fluttering of a butterfly could be heard. I was hopelessly lost. Not that I’m a great writer experiencing a writer’s block but a novice whose writing skills are still in an embryonic stage. It seemed like everything in the universe was plotting against me.
“Ah, blame the universe now! You are always deprived of ideas. I have been waiting forever to see at least one word on that paper,” he quipped when I shared my thoughts. He is such a grinch, I must say. Here I am, trying to move heaven and earth and look at him, leaving me in the lurch.
“Hey, thanks! You are so supportive!” I frowned in dismay.
“Well, what’s with the negativity? Lift the veil of your eyes and glance around. Look into nature; you have everything you are looking for. Only you have to seek and find them. You should know that it won’t be plain sailing. Always remember that,” and he left.
He always tends to skedaddle every time after giving free advice because he hates to be in a situation where I pour every blame on him even if he does nothing.
I determined to look around for ideas to come and seek me. “Oh, no, it should be the other way around,” I reminded myself.
Right in front of the balcony was a jackfruit tree. Nature was bountiful enough to weigh it down with ample fruits. I noticed a little squirrel squeaking and scanning the tree before lying upside down, like a gymnast, on a ripened fruit and started feasting on it. The incessant screeching of the crickets could be heard from a distance as if they wouldn’t let the poor little squirrel have a peaceful meal. While my eyes were feasting on the squirrel feasting on the jackfruit, a giant squirrel jumped out of nowhere and scared the little one off, which was too chicken to start a fight. It climbed up, hid behind the leaves and waited for the big one to go back. Unfortunately, it had to wait forever to climb down and fill his tummy.
“Why didn’t he choose any other fruits as there were thousands of them? I don’t know. Why did the big one choose this fruit in particular while there were thousands of them? I don’t know.”
“You don’t know what?” returned he intending to taunt me. That’s when I realised that I was speaking aloud.
“Still staring at blank?” he continued.
I punched him in the hand and pulled him closer. I recounted the events to him. He chuckled, knowing that my only concern was about that one jackfruit that both the squirrels feasted upon and not how I overlooked his self will and also how the poor little one held his hunger till he could get hold of the fruit again.
“See, everyone is free to choose anything they like. And, I loved how it was resolute in holding on to the one he chose at first and how he remained calm even in adversities. What matters is he didn’t give up easily. We should learn from him,” explained he.
Exactly! Even though that thought didn’t cross my mind, I learnt a great lesson from that tiny creature. Feeling happy, I took my pen to write about the little squirrel.
Beautifully broken
She left when you needed her,
But you stood her up alone before when she needed you.
You say karma is a b*tch,
Maybe this is your karma hitting you.
Love is a beautiful word,
Equally the worst feeling.
Those who want never find it,
Those who get it never value it.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
love is beautiful, everyone told her.
She loved me, and me alone,
Now, we are stranded alone.
Playing with her feelings,
I broke her heart into pieces,
Now we stay apart,
Wounds can be healed but not the broken heart. ©Asura
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She left when you needed her,
But you stood her up alone before when she needed you.
You say karma is a b*tch,
Maybe this is your karma hitting you.
Love is a beautiful word,
Equally the worst feeling.
Those who want never find it,
Those who get it never value it.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
love is beautiful, everyone told her.
She loved me, and me alone,
Now, we are stranded alone.
Playing with her feelings,
I broke her heart into pieces,
Now we stay apart,
Wounds can be healed but not the broken heart. ©Asura
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EXILE
I lie on my cot out in the balcony, late night cool breeze lulling me to sleep;
The super-blood-flower moon glows in its effervescent crimson hue.
A rather vivid dream ensues from the deep.
A thousand years in exile.
I see you, I talk to you
Yet, never can I come near you.
Your charm and grace melted my frosty cold heart,
Only for this barrier to swerve the flow away from you.
This screen though transparent would always be there, for a millenium or so.
Have I cursed myself?
Which of us is caged?
Or are we both shackled by past fears?
This fear strengthens this impediment;
We know it, yet we're anxious to strike it down.
How cruel is this?
To be so near yet so far,
Neither absolute sadness nor utter delight.
How am I to handle this?
To look away would only disquieten the longingness;
My vision is blurred,
Nothing can I see except the screen that separates us.
What grand design could this be?
Or just misfortune that I yearn for someone never meant for me?
Why does it feel so hollow?
The void, consuming me from within.
Knowing parts of you but restricted from the whole, breaks my heart;
Eventhough I have something, I'd rather have never known you.
Having a little piece but never able to have it whole,
Drains me, weakens me, exhausts me.
Not death nor sorrow,
Neither life nor joy,
Just this bit of hope and longing to continue,
In my thousand year exile!
A sudden jolt wakens me.
The moon is restored to it's bright white glow,
The eclipse is over, the mind goes blank;
The breeze withers slowly as clouds follow,
Ushering in a light drizzle, pitter-pattering onto the wooden plank.
©FL5
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I lie on my cot out in the balcony, late night cool breeze lulling me to sleep;
The super-blood-flower moon glows in its effervescent crimson hue.
A rather vivid dream ensues from the deep.
A thousand years in exile.
I see you, I talk to you
Yet, never can I come near you.
Your charm and grace melted my frosty cold heart,
Only for this barrier to swerve the flow away from you.
This screen though transparent would always be there, for a millenium or so.
Have I cursed myself?
Which of us is caged?
Or are we both shackled by past fears?
This fear strengthens this impediment;
We know it, yet we're anxious to strike it down.
How cruel is this?
To be so near yet so far,
Neither absolute sadness nor utter delight.
How am I to handle this?
To look away would only disquieten the longingness;
My vision is blurred,
Nothing can I see except the screen that separates us.
What grand design could this be?
Or just misfortune that I yearn for someone never meant for me?
Why does it feel so hollow?
The void, consuming me from within.
Knowing parts of you but restricted from the whole, breaks my heart;
Eventhough I have something, I'd rather have never known you.
Having a little piece but never able to have it whole,
Drains me, weakens me, exhausts me.
Not death nor sorrow,
Neither life nor joy,
Just this bit of hope and longing to continue,
In my thousand year exile!
A sudden jolt wakens me.
The moon is restored to it's bright white glow,
The eclipse is over, the mind goes blank;
The breeze withers slowly as clouds follow,
Ushering in a light drizzle, pitter-pattering onto the wooden plank.
©FL5
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Dragging myself up as if I'm hanging from a freaking cliff,
Never felt so sleepless to need a sedative,
Demons inside making it hard for me to survive,
Devouring on my soul & risking my life.
Sometimes u fail to swim in the shallowest of waters,
Paddling & sweating in vain,
Sometimes the slightest of cuts,
Gives u the greatest of pain.
When the Sun goes out of sight,
When u could walk alone in the dimmest of light,
U don't need someone to hold u tight,
U don't want anyone to dwell on your plight.
Those who caused u this distress,
The raging flames they tried to suppress,
Now entangled in their own mess,
It's u who made more out of less.
Wading through the puddles of misery,
Climbing over the stacks of pain,
They don't see the struggles behind,
Just wanna see u falling again.
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Never felt so sleepless to need a sedative,
Demons inside making it hard for me to survive,
Devouring on my soul & risking my life.
Sometimes u fail to swim in the shallowest of waters,
Paddling & sweating in vain,
Sometimes the slightest of cuts,
Gives u the greatest of pain.
When the Sun goes out of sight,
When u could walk alone in the dimmest of light,
U don't need someone to hold u tight,
U don't want anyone to dwell on your plight.
Those who caused u this distress,
The raging flames they tried to suppress,
Now entangled in their own mess,
It's u who made more out of less.
Wading through the puddles of misery,
Climbing over the stacks of pain,
They don't see the struggles behind,
Just wanna see u falling again.
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No one can stand, you should support yourself,
Have to walk alone, hold yourself, thank you colleagues if you win ... then learn to correct it from your mistakes, even insist on doing it, if you have to fight for yourself
If someone loses, you should take responsibility for it only.
Yes, if you do something wrong then also be angry with yourself,
Give yourself some care, explain a little, even if you have some problems, cover the piece,
Then stand up boys by yourself, start again, if you feel bad in this phase, then later on they will
To refuse
No one can stand, you should support yourself
'You support yourself.
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Have to walk alone, hold yourself, thank you colleagues if you win ... then learn to correct it from your mistakes, even insist on doing it, if you have to fight for yourself
If someone loses, you should take responsibility for it only.
Yes, if you do something wrong then also be angry with yourself,
Give yourself some care, explain a little, even if you have some problems, cover the piece,
Then stand up boys by yourself, start again, if you feel bad in this phase, then later on they will
To refuse
No one can stand, you should support yourself
'You support yourself.
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To the first friend, I made
You are the reason to feel and realise what friendship is and how it feels.
You brought happiness to my life.
You were possessive on me.
You were sad when i wasn't talk with you.
You motivated me.
You stood by my side.
You were the one who scold when I do something wrong.
I never thought that you left me and found a new best friend(s)
But they love you more than me.
I wish you to be happy and loved always not to be with me.
We still communicate now and then.
But not with the same Friendship just like a stranger.
You fought with others to sit near with me but now you get over me and sit in other place even when there is no competition.
I'm accepted the reality.
I appreciate your choice of leaving me and get more loyal, true, lovely friends.
I still hope you didn't forget my friendship with you
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You are the reason to feel and realise what friendship is and how it feels.
You brought happiness to my life.
You were possessive on me.
You were sad when i wasn't talk with you.
You motivated me.
You stood by my side.
You were the one who scold when I do something wrong.
I never thought that you left me and found a new best friend(s)
But they love you more than me.
I wish you to be happy and loved always not to be with me.
We still communicate now and then.
But not with the same Friendship just like a stranger.
You fought with others to sit near with me but now you get over me and sit in other place even when there is no competition.
I'm accepted the reality.
I appreciate your choice of leaving me and get more loyal, true, lovely friends.
I still hope you didn't forget my friendship with you
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Radiance
I plucked a star out of the
sky
And put it in my head
Enlightened, literally, in
the eyes
Although I burned and
bled;
It fizzled loudly in my
ears
the shine was a blinding
glow
and though I broke to a
thousand pieces
I'd never felt so whole.
I plucked a star out of the
sky
And replaced my mind
and brain,
My skull had burst with
wishing dust
Although it morphed with
pain.
The star was a ball of
blazing white
that ignited and pulled me
apart
And it exploded me into
million pieces
but I felt like a radiant
art.
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I plucked a star out of the
sky
And put it in my head
Enlightened, literally, in
the eyes
Although I burned and
bled;
It fizzled loudly in my
ears
the shine was a blinding
glow
and though I broke to a
thousand pieces
I'd never felt so whole.
I plucked a star out of the
sky
And replaced my mind
and brain,
My skull had burst with
wishing dust
Although it morphed with
pain.
The star was a ball of
blazing white
that ignited and pulled me
apart
And it exploded me into
million pieces
but I felt like a radiant
art.
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