Wrinkles around your eyes,
Be it those strech marks on your thighs,
Or scars peeking through your tee,
I adore them genuinely.

U always tryna hide your belly fat,
I know u hate cracks on your feet,
But I adore all of them honestly,
It's our flaws that makes us complete.

Cuz I love your imperfections,
As if they're mine,
So baby promise me to never feel insecure,
Of your looks; that beauty is divine.

It's these imperfections,
That makes u stand out from the crowd,
No there's nobody perfect like u,
Vow to me you'd never deem yourself a dowd.

Of all these societal beauty standards,
Crumbling down your morale,
Look up darling you're perfect in my eyes,
Burying any doubts moment they arise.

#review #poetry #San

She was like the resistant sculpture,
Languished in the corner,
Witnessing the wars,witnessing blood & devastation.
Standing there lifeless like a mourner.
Bearing rainstorms,covered in dust,
Holding her shape still,
Keeping away any cracks or rust.

She was once like the turtle,
Thrown out of the ocean by the raging tides,
As it continues battling the odds,
With each failure its devotion intensifies.

She was like a fragment of rock,
Lurking for millennials in the far flung space,
She was once like a budding flower,
Thriving slowly with her own pace.

She was once like the jigsaw puzzle,
Baffling and hard to figure out,
She was once like fading embers,
Drifting slowly into a total blackout.

#review #poetry #San

Haiku

Flowers in garden
Basking in the petrichor
Sway in balmy wind.

#review #haiku #Florence

Mind had no more muse
The poet in me, died and rot
And my haiku cried.

#review #haiku #nandini

Nights either end too quickly or carry on for far too long- it's the always-present unwillingness to accept that things have to end, have to finish, have to disappear in eternity.
The creatures, they come out at dusk, full of unanswered yearning within their souls, searching, in hopeful desperation pushing the façade of good times still to be had.
Drops of poison remaining on the strained, painted lips, and powders disappear through the rolled-up notes into the nostrils.
Long enough and everyone starts getting lost in the moment of these Dionysian nights.
Masks start to slip off, falling to the sticky floor covered in sick and expectations.
The works of art carved in stone start to crumble like granite.
The horror lies not in strangers seeing you for the beautiful mess you are; it's the inevitable face off in the mirror with a naked reflection of a subdued mind.
Fear stripped the outer layer of paint, leaving a defenceless medley of colours, rust and raw emotions;
this swaying creature that's supposed to be you, having fun, is just you – confused and unsure of who you are any more.
All you do know is what you don't want – to spend your life as a shadow.
You know that a night spent embracing a stranger is better than a stranger night alone.

#review #shortstory #whatever

Im trapped in this nightmare,is it my premonition that tends to behold my suspicion?the waves are still engulfed into the darkness,but cant afford to be snared by myriads of sizzling thoughts that take hold of my soul,do i know where i am ?or i may be sinking in the mire trying to find every single hole that could find me way,but alas! My faith still makes me reminisce on the kind of colours i choose.

#review
#linville

with the flame of desire
it's hard to remain still
but no amount can char
the thin fabric beneath
yet it drives many
toward the flame of hell


#AhmadMusa #review #poem

Spare me a kiss
#review #Abhijit #poetry
You know, it still feels as if the first time we met was nature’s ploy.
The looks of yours were nothing less from the ‘Helen of Troy’.
I experienced that day Einstein’s General theory of relativity,
The moment my gaze was upon you, everything stopped for me.

Your words were some cadence,
A music so soothing that my ears dies to hear.
Your elegance so pristine and pure.
Many times, I thought someday I would lose you, oh dear!

That cursed day came when she was about to leave me.

I wish we could spend a little more time together.
A little more laugh,
A bit more of joy,
If time will ever be sold, I would squander all to buy.

Ever wondered the despair I would have to go through,
So, give me something I remember my whole life.
Leave me something to hold on to,
Spare me a kiss, would you?

For the sake of love, we have between us, let me ask for something
Let me have the taste of your lips,
Let me drink the tears at your cheeks,
Let me have some final instances of my ecstasy.

#review #short

The look in her eyes, those nuances I used to read in them. Now they give me shivers. Now I close mine in peace.

-from my black diary

Am mere clay....
This is what I was taught
I was built at their will,
I was to be destroyed at their ought....
But if I was mere clay
Just like a pot.....
Why do I have feelings??
Why I feel the urge to cry a lot???
I have a conscience....
I have my own thoughts.....
If I was to be confined
I would have been animal of some sort....
So, am free.......
Just like the air...
I'll slip out
Like sand from their fists.......
If they don't care
Afterall I am much more than just clay
I am an idea which matters a lot......
To me.....
#ocean
#review

It started with harmless banter.
A back and forth of wits and funny remarks
Sandwiched between all of that was intelligence, the kind I like
But I brush it aside, I have been there before and nothing good ever comes of it
We continue our ping pong of words
Words turn into sentences
Sentences began to have meanings
Meaningful conversations expose the values which you hold dear
Similar to the values I hold dear
It is too much of a coincidence
So I lift my eyes up to see who is behind these words
I see you.
Yes you…. In all totality
The content and the container all mashed up into one perfect being
You may call me naïve but I think you are perfect for me
As I am for you
I start to dream.
You have unlocked a part of me I had lost hope of ever opening
I can almost touch the future
This is it, finally
I mean, what could stop this moving train?
When I am with you, I feel you in my insides
Your voice permeating every echo chamber
Your eyes piercing the void left by fate and life
I placed myself on the altar of love
Gave up the ghosts of lovers past
Reborn into your arms
I’m all yours for the taking
So why aren’t you taking me?
I feel the hesitancy
It’s written all over your face
Worry lines drawing a sad picture
I am not to have this dream I crave
You didn’t need to say anything
The silence was deafening
Whatever the reason might be is inconsequential
I have been left hanging yet again
My sacrifice of love not accepted
Not enough
Darkness wins yet again
The light retreats
The door firmly shut
It is cold all over
I’m back to an all so familiar place
I have been here before and I knew nothing good ever comes of it
I thought you’d be different
A dream come true
Alas! You’re not to be

I have come to say my goodbyes
I am at peace with my foe
You smile and tell me everything will be alright
I know this is true
Because while that door is locked
And guarded closely by the darkness that so envelopes me
There’s light and love behind it
Waiting to burst like a pressurized can
To shower a deserving person
Drenching and drowning them in all the love I can offer
So I know I will be alright
It is you I worry about.

#review #poetry #ja

You are a mirror, a mirror, my dear.
I look into the mirror and I see myself ugly, impassive, and numb.

But your surface is a little humped, I noticed.
I see my hands, are slender, and body weak everytime I stop before you.
Why is it that I cannot see my heart and mind in it.

Shall I stop seeing you?

#review #a snippet

Our talk in life


In the morning, we tend to have a talk
Little do we talk about, every talk
Often, not often, because of time to talk
Vaporising, always we are, 'cause of life
Ending the circle, worrying about our talk
Yes, to meet is to wait for the chance of life
Onto such a connection, patience in life
Uncertainty, how we got to know in life?

#review

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Drizzles

It’s drizzling
Over the half-furrowed field
A frog jumps, happy and thrilled.

It’s drizzling
On the leaves of dark green colour
An yellow bee feasts on a flower.

It’s drizzling
Over the lone banyan tree
A squirrel in the nest sits carefree.

It’s drizzling
on the brick-red rooftops
Two girls sing and dance in blue tops.

#poem #review #Florence

Sweet were our snaps,
Etched forever in my mind like the city maps.
Laying down in the sun,
Together the walks we had were fun.
Separate we always made a mess,
Together everyone can guess.
Our tale were the envies of the fairies,
But now all left are the memories;
These are now buried treasure,
Which are priceless beyond measure
©Adi

#review

Haiku

Look at the prim rose
Rain-soaked, wind-kissed and enticed
Emanating joy!


#haiku #review #Florence

Loved you more than dearly
Yet you treated mah love cavalierly,
I made you my world
And you made me travel through the netherworld
Everything that you made me feel, I guess,
The undying love you professed
Must say your love had me impressed
Whereas the truth was you couldn't care less.
Today your ignorance hit me like a truck,
To fall for your lies guess I really was a schmuck.
But now that your true self has come to light,
I think I'll take leave from your life outright;
Leaving you at your plight,
I'll now soar like a kite.
© Adi

#review

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I place the bouquet on her coffin, all yellow, white and red, hand-picked without harming the stem, still fresh, just like she has always liked. If she wasn't gone, she would take all these flowers and put them in a pot on her desk in her room right beside her window, she used to say she felt like she was in the garden.
She barely left her room anyways, she didn't quite like the outside world, just she and her passion.
Tears stream down my cheeks as I turn away from her cold grave, it's been a whole year now.

"Be strong bro" my older brother Andy tells me pressing my shoulder. I bury my head in his shoulder and cry even harder, "this wasn't supposed to happen, we were at such a happy place, we were finally at such a happy place."
"I know, I know brother." He says patting my back, trying to sooth me.
"Come, it's about to rain, we must leave." He says and drives me out of the graveyard.

He was right, soon as we get inside the home it starts to rain cat and dog. "I love this weather" I almost hear her say, I look around for her but there's no one. I sit beside the window and stare outside perhaps for hours, my eyes hurt and so does my heart.
'C'mon Ronny, how long are you going to sit in there, come get your dinner." My mom calls me.
"I'm not hungry" I tell her without even looking in her direction
"Enough of this already!" she yells. Well that's my mom, she goes from anger 0 to 120 degree in a heartbeat.
"How long are you going to sulk for that half broken girl?" She yells and this time I look at her furiously ready to launch myself on her but my brother intervenes
"Mom you can't say that!" he shouts at her.

"And tell me young man why can't I state the obvious, wasn't she half broken, wasn't she on a wheelchair for a long time, what is wrong with saying that huh!? What good she would have been for your brother." She says staring point blank at me
"Mom not now, can't you see he is still hurting?" My brother tells her
"Yes, that's the problem here, that he is still hurting after a year, it's about time he finds himself another girl." I give her dry look like she just poured sour milk into my mouth
"Look at your brother Andy, he is handsome and smart, he earns well, which girl won't want him. There he is sulking for an ugly lamb."
"Mom!" I scream in protest, enough about her. I storm off the room, I might end up forgetting my dignity if I stay here any longer.

I drive aimlessly on the rain beaten path, unable to tell where I should turn next or where should I go. I would have drove straight to her he if only..... My thoughts get fuzzy. When I finally stop I open my car's gate and get outside to breathe, somehow magically I have ended up in a painfully familiar place, her favourite ice cream parlor. I close my eyes tightly, I can't look inside, for whenever I do, I just find myself sitting with her in her wheelchair merrily chugging at her ice cream. I try to take a spoon out of her sundae and she slaps my hand away. Then she takes a spoonful and very careful puts it in my mouth, pursing her lips like she was about to hit me with an arrow. All her features tight in concentration only come to rest when I've finally taken the ice-cream in my mouth. Then she looks around as though to make sure nobody saw us but indeed a lot of people have and she blushes, her cheeks turning a prettier hue of red then her top. My heart lurchs out my chest as a cruel drop of rain that falls at the top of my head reminds me that I can never see this happen again.

#tm #review #story

NOTHINGNOTHING


There is so much to see, so much to feel.
So much to talk, so much to do.
So much to take, so much to give.
So much to make, so much to break.
So much of so much that makes time scarce.
And then there is nothing.
Nothing that withholds all the nothings that makes everything.
Nothing that subsumes everything we'll ever be.
Nothing that consumes everything as it sees.


#Hope... #poem #review

Haiku

The storm raged outside
Frightening the little blue birds
And rain fell sideways.

#haiku #review #Florence