Forwarded from Nosii
Intuition
My intuition stands between me and making Bad Choices,
it reminds me of roads I'm not supposed to cross,
it reminds me of stairs I'm not supposed to climb,
yet in my independence I forget myself and I choose to listen to The bickering voice in my mind telling me to do what I'm not supposed to do.
I listen to the stairs that tell me to keep walking to the wrong decision I listen to the road that tells me to keep taking the wrong path while intuition as soft as its voice can be it is still a part of me that needs to scream louder.
#review
#Nosii
My intuition stands between me and making Bad Choices,
it reminds me of roads I'm not supposed to cross,
it reminds me of stairs I'm not supposed to climb,
yet in my independence I forget myself and I choose to listen to The bickering voice in my mind telling me to do what I'm not supposed to do.
I listen to the stairs that tell me to keep walking to the wrong decision I listen to the road that tells me to keep taking the wrong path while intuition as soft as its voice can be it is still a part of me that needs to scream louder.
#review
#Nosii
Forwarded from 𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙕𝘼𝙉 💸
Today, it's okay to feel lonely. Maybe things had been tough, maybe they fell out of love and you just felt out of place. And that's ok. Today, cry as much as you can. Breathe as much as you need. And you don't have to fake a smile. No, not today.
Today, it's okay to feel rejected. I know you badly want that job, you badly need that business. But it's okay if things didn't happen the way you wanted to, you can always try again. But no, not today.
Today, it’s okay to feel demotivated, defeated, and exhausted. Maybe efforts were exerted but were not appreciated. Maybe you feel like you were not valuable, things like that happen. And even though it wes difficult, you'll be okay, You'll still thrive. But you don't have to force yourself to perform. No, not today.
You know what you're gonna do today?
Today, you are going to stop.
You are going to breathe,
You are going to rest,
You are going to trust that things are gonna work themselves out, in its own time, and in your own pace.
Today, you ere not going to rush yourself to feel ok. You are not going to rush yourself to be filled again. Today, it's okay to be empty, Todey is not the day you will try your hardest to fix all that is broken. Today you will come as you are.
And then maybe ten, twenty or two hundred days from today, when you smile, you will mean it. When you speak, it will bring life. When you work, it will be an inspiration.
Maybe ten, twenty, or two hundred days trom today, you are going to be ok and it's going to be real.
I'm rooting for you😌.
~mdfnqi
#review
#itsOkay
#Faizan
#mdfnqi
Today, it's okay to feel rejected. I know you badly want that job, you badly need that business. But it's okay if things didn't happen the way you wanted to, you can always try again. But no, not today.
Today, it’s okay to feel demotivated, defeated, and exhausted. Maybe efforts were exerted but were not appreciated. Maybe you feel like you were not valuable, things like that happen. And even though it wes difficult, you'll be okay, You'll still thrive. But you don't have to force yourself to perform. No, not today.
You know what you're gonna do today?
Today, you are going to stop.
You are going to breathe,
You are going to rest,
You are going to trust that things are gonna work themselves out, in its own time, and in your own pace.
Today, you ere not going to rush yourself to feel ok. You are not going to rush yourself to be filled again. Today, it's okay to be empty, Todey is not the day you will try your hardest to fix all that is broken. Today you will come as you are.
And then maybe ten, twenty or two hundred days from today, when you smile, you will mean it. When you speak, it will bring life. When you work, it will be an inspiration.
Maybe ten, twenty, or two hundred days trom today, you are going to be ok and it's going to be real.
I'm rooting for you😌.
~mdfnqi
#review
#itsOkay
#Faizan
#mdfnqi
Forwarded from Meer Talaash
"I am absolutely tired. This world is cruel beyond compare. I have been searching for the cure to my ills and pains since I was conferred to this world. I am disappointed for my all searches ended in smoke", protested I. Murshid paused and answered,"Which world have you been searching? You have surely barked up the wrong tree. There is a world inside you where the relief to your sufferings exists". The answer ripped my argument apart.
#review
#review
Forwarded from NK🃏
Withering soul
Little by little she dies everyday
Demons everywhere she's losing her sight
Pain has reached her bones
Breathing freely is a luxury now
she resists but she knows she is a withering soul
she is screaming but can anyone hear her?
The world's gone deaf
All eyes are shut, no one sees what's right in front of them
She is not the only one
She won't be the last one
Time is a flat circle, Nietzsche said
Once upon a time humans came into this world, cursed to repeat their doings time and time and time again
Fading souls don't await the eternal rest
There is no rest, there is no end to their agony
Trapped they are, born prisoners
Freedom was never a dream only an illusion
#review
#modern #poetry
Little by little she dies everyday
Demons everywhere she's losing her sight
Pain has reached her bones
Breathing freely is a luxury now
she resists but she knows she is a withering soul
she is screaming but can anyone hear her?
The world's gone deaf
All eyes are shut, no one sees what's right in front of them
She is not the only one
She won't be the last one
Time is a flat circle, Nietzsche said
Once upon a time humans came into this world, cursed to repeat their doings time and time and time again
Fading souls don't await the eternal rest
There is no rest, there is no end to their agony
Trapped they are, born prisoners
Freedom was never a dream only an illusion
#review
#modern #poetry
Our speech is not understood
By those who rule.
Like creatures in a zoo
But here, predators can roam
We keep yelling for help
Yet raised grounds continue to grow
Some killed by thirst, hunger and
Some by the humanoid beasts.
Are we still humans to them
Or is it our fantasy?
Or is it our screams that isn't enough
To gain their attention.
#review
#poem
#AhmadMusa
By those who rule.
Like creatures in a zoo
But here, predators can roam
We keep yelling for help
Yet raised grounds continue to grow
Some killed by thirst, hunger and
Some by the humanoid beasts.
Are we still humans to them
Or is it our fantasy?
Or is it our screams that isn't enough
To gain their attention.
#review
#poem
#AhmadMusa
Armed Forces
They are our brothers and sisters
Who gave up their freedom
So that ours can grow
They are our fathers and mothers
Who left their homes
So that families can live
They are our friends, our fellow humans
Who sacrificed their souls
To wall and limit the blasts
Which could have consumed us all.
They witness the souls of their comrades
Dimming, until only a corpse is left
They see the bodies of their companions
Shattering, until no bone to entomb
Yet except for the bright uniform hanging
Behind them, their melting front
Remains hidden from us
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
They are our brothers and sisters
Who gave up their freedom
So that ours can grow
They are our fathers and mothers
Who left their homes
So that families can live
They are our friends, our fellow humans
Who sacrificed their souls
To wall and limit the blasts
Which could have consumed us all.
They witness the souls of their comrades
Dimming, until only a corpse is left
They see the bodies of their companions
Shattering, until no bone to entomb
Yet except for the bright uniform hanging
Behind them, their melting front
Remains hidden from us
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
Come to success!
Come to success!
The call has been made
It's time to join the row
And grow the line of hearts
That falls and rises together
In hope of achieving success
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
Come to success!
The call has been made
It's time to join the row
And grow the line of hearts
That falls and rises together
In hope of achieving success
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
Me, at every moment left tormented of drowsy moonlight.
Exposes me to the scenarios unbearable to me.
Precisely the flinging knives in air, chasing me all through.
Mistaken as friendly whisperers until they pierce me red.
To my associates, it's blood oozing from my hub.
They always ignorant of there is left mere a void.
Nothing left over now to be shed, as my blood and tears
Have enhanced themselves to my illegally throbbing heart.
Yes an illegal throbbing as we are often told.
No one has the whole day left for an emotional bloodbath.
The bloodbath that can certainly wash down our spangle.
And lay it down for people to get it trampled under their feet.
No, not that spangle to what i sometimes call an illusion.
As you contend the crowd at the cost of your peace.
By what doesn't belong to you but seems to be belonging
So, it seems baseless sobbing over our own dead souls.
As they become invisible, admirers mourning their carton.
What is actually a signal of one's availability and eventually immortality.
Wait! Does immortality turn them engaged with our own trade?
Maybe, that's why they are deaf towards our lament.
Yes, we are left wailing for what is even unknown to us!
We often ignorant of the dead arranging things for us.
Hahah! Things arranged for us in turn arranged by us.
On the demand of nobody but merely to proceed with the flow.
They flow, eventually leading us to a glossy dayspring.
There everything being pretty visible to the perceptive and conscious.
Now the whisperers can no more deceive me, but Alas!
My wounds getting unveiled of darkness out to the world.
The world of 7 billion or more, crowds chuckling at me!
Their clear white enamels visible, inside a dark red clot.
Not always but sometimes i am fully distressed with my being.
As i am deceived of heaven leaving inside my veins a hefty mass.
Of the suffering what aren't mine but surely of my being.
Sufferings gradually sublimated, turning the air painful manifolds.
Please! Let me rest peacefully, shutting my valves tight.
Storing away the scent of sufferings in my blood all night.
It is just scandalous for the modish to be a stock of misery.
The era of robots ought to pull us out from cambrian infancy.
Haider Ali Mir...
#poem #review.
Exposes me to the scenarios unbearable to me.
Precisely the flinging knives in air, chasing me all through.
Mistaken as friendly whisperers until they pierce me red.
To my associates, it's blood oozing from my hub.
They always ignorant of there is left mere a void.
Nothing left over now to be shed, as my blood and tears
Have enhanced themselves to my illegally throbbing heart.
Yes an illegal throbbing as we are often told.
No one has the whole day left for an emotional bloodbath.
The bloodbath that can certainly wash down our spangle.
And lay it down for people to get it trampled under their feet.
No, not that spangle to what i sometimes call an illusion.
As you contend the crowd at the cost of your peace.
By what doesn't belong to you but seems to be belonging
So, it seems baseless sobbing over our own dead souls.
As they become invisible, admirers mourning their carton.
What is actually a signal of one's availability and eventually immortality.
Wait! Does immortality turn them engaged with our own trade?
Maybe, that's why they are deaf towards our lament.
Yes, we are left wailing for what is even unknown to us!
We often ignorant of the dead arranging things for us.
Hahah! Things arranged for us in turn arranged by us.
On the demand of nobody but merely to proceed with the flow.
They flow, eventually leading us to a glossy dayspring.
There everything being pretty visible to the perceptive and conscious.
Now the whisperers can no more deceive me, but Alas!
My wounds getting unveiled of darkness out to the world.
The world of 7 billion or more, crowds chuckling at me!
Their clear white enamels visible, inside a dark red clot.
Not always but sometimes i am fully distressed with my being.
As i am deceived of heaven leaving inside my veins a hefty mass.
Of the suffering what aren't mine but surely of my being.
Sufferings gradually sublimated, turning the air painful manifolds.
Please! Let me rest peacefully, shutting my valves tight.
Storing away the scent of sufferings in my blood all night.
It is just scandalous for the modish to be a stock of misery.
The era of robots ought to pull us out from cambrian infancy.
Haider Ali Mir...
#poem #review.
Vitality
We all plot it flawlessly
It's like a precise art we yearn about!
The alley will be ample of thorns,
Few abandon before striving
Few attain till another end
Few get relinquished in the twilight
Few eternally strive to discover the limelight
Giving up faith in existence,
Never striving to stride ahead
Darkness will always be around you.
Let's discover sunshine in spirit
Let's accept the hard existences of vitality
Without battle, it will be an imperfect masterpiece!
#review #poetry #ae
We all plot it flawlessly
It's like a precise art we yearn about!
The alley will be ample of thorns,
Few abandon before striving
Few attain till another end
Few get relinquished in the twilight
Few eternally strive to discover the limelight
Giving up faith in existence,
Never striving to stride ahead
Darkness will always be around you.
Let's discover sunshine in spirit
Let's accept the hard existences of vitality
Without battle, it will be an imperfect masterpiece!
#review #poetry #ae
Self reminder
Learn to love yourself , it's your life live the way you want light every bit of it like a dynamite . Don't think about the people of this world ,
Make mistakes, take risk to grow , your growth is important for yourself , Bloom in your own pace, in your own space away from rat race with your own grace.
#review #thoughts
Learn to love yourself , it's your life live the way you want light every bit of it like a dynamite . Don't think about the people of this world ,
Make mistakes, take risk to grow , your growth is important for yourself , Bloom in your own pace, in your own space away from rat race with your own grace.
#review #thoughts
She's a mother, a daughter,
She's brave, courageous,
Is She's feeble ? Helpless ?
No! It's you, your frame of mind,
Still let's her freedom to rescind!
She's not disabled,
Just the scenario made her existence confined,
Even in the century of 21st,
She's still defenseless over the set of your mind!
She never got the freedom, which a boy gets at his age,
So could you please let me know,
How She's guilty at every stage ?
Either She's LAXMI to NIRBHAYA and PRIYANAKA in 2019,
Nothing has changed,
Every single day, every single minute, nd in every single second,
She's molested, burnt and raped!
This act is plaintive enough,
We can't even think of,
Only a question I wanted to ask,
When she'll get rid of!
💯
-Gurpreet Bhatia
#guri #poetry #review #write
She's brave, courageous,
Is She's feeble ? Helpless ?
No! It's you, your frame of mind,
Still let's her freedom to rescind!
She's not disabled,
Just the scenario made her existence confined,
Even in the century of 21st,
She's still defenseless over the set of your mind!
She never got the freedom, which a boy gets at his age,
So could you please let me know,
How She's guilty at every stage ?
Either She's LAXMI to NIRBHAYA and PRIYANAKA in 2019,
Nothing has changed,
Every single day, every single minute, nd in every single second,
She's molested, burnt and raped!
This act is plaintive enough,
We can't even think of,
Only a question I wanted to ask,
When she'll get rid of!
💯
-Gurpreet Bhatia
#guri #poetry #review #write
#poetry
#RRM
As unto the bow the cord is ,
So unto handsome is Gorgeous;
Though she bends him, she obeys him,
Though she draws him, yet she follows;
Useless each without the other !”
Thus the youthful gorgeous sherni ,
Said with in herself and danced like a morni ,
Much excited by various feelings,
Delight ,happiness, love ,like warm sun-ray,
Dreaming of her handsome bae,
Of the lovely laughing waters of Ganges gay,
Of the sacred land of Kashi,
Filled with happiness as was she.
She smiled feeling coy,
thinking of this silly boy,
Who filled her heart with love and joy.
Living this amazing dream,
Where two of them were a team,
He would walk a mile,
Just to see her beautiful smile.
*sherni - lioness
*morni - peahen (female peacock)
* Kashi - a holy city in UP, also called Banaras
Ganges - a river flowing through India
#review
#RRM
As unto the bow the cord is ,
So unto handsome is Gorgeous;
Though she bends him, she obeys him,
Though she draws him, yet she follows;
Useless each without the other !”
Thus the youthful gorgeous sherni ,
Said with in herself and danced like a morni ,
Much excited by various feelings,
Delight ,happiness, love ,like warm sun-ray,
Dreaming of her handsome bae,
Of the lovely laughing waters of Ganges gay,
Of the sacred land of Kashi,
Filled with happiness as was she.
She smiled feeling coy,
thinking of this silly boy,
Who filled her heart with love and joy.
Living this amazing dream,
Where two of them were a team,
He would walk a mile,
Just to see her beautiful smile.
*sherni - lioness
*morni - peahen (female peacock)
* Kashi - a holy city in UP, also called Banaras
Ganges - a river flowing through India
#review
When you have no fear
To shout at the top of your voice
When you have no fear
To leave a trace on the path you walk
Because you have the feeling
That nobody will come to look for you
Because you have the feeling
That no one will care to listen to you
And you feel your passage
Not causing any change in those around
The feeling of being a ghost
Deepens, you feel like not being part of the world
You feel like you alone
Are able, to feel that you exist
Then later you realize
That lonelines has always been there for you
Your friendship strengthens
And later you begin to hate the world
#AhmadMusa #poem #review
To shout at the top of your voice
When you have no fear
To leave a trace on the path you walk
Because you have the feeling
That nobody will come to look for you
Because you have the feeling
That no one will care to listen to you
And you feel your passage
Not causing any change in those around
The feeling of being a ghost
Deepens, you feel like not being part of the world
You feel like you alone
Are able, to feel that you exist
Then later you realize
That lonelines has always been there for you
Your friendship strengthens
And later you begin to hate the world
#AhmadMusa #poem #review
#RRM
#poetry
#review
Lioness-tamer !!
Set your leash on the wilderness,
And see your self flail and fail,
Impose your restrain on lush magnificent nature,
And watch your chain wither and pale.
Rein a proud,majestic,confident, love sick lioness,
Put a check on her independent free spiritual righteousness!
Can you comprehend -
Her bloody claws , broken teeth , Breathless soul unbend,
Her leash straining,
Her golden royalty waning,
I do ….
She can never embarrass the lioness- tamer,
With in her ,is a love ,which cares, corrects -protects,
He is her eternal master creator !
Akash
#poetry
#review
Lioness-tamer !!
Set your leash on the wilderness,
And see your self flail and fail,
Impose your restrain on lush magnificent nature,
And watch your chain wither and pale.
Rein a proud,majestic,confident, love sick lioness,
Put a check on her independent free spiritual righteousness!
Can you comprehend -
Her bloody claws , broken teeth , Breathless soul unbend,
Her leash straining,
Her golden royalty waning,
I do ….
She can never embarrass the lioness- tamer,
With in her ,is a love ,which cares, corrects -protects,
He is her eternal master creator !
Akash
The pursuit of happiness
There is a horrible hollow ache inside me,
That murky feeling of being loved,
That love which keeps a section apart ;
Fills the void with sadness & betrayal .
The feeling captured & wrapped around with distrust & dishonesty.
My eyes brimmed with tears of disbelief,
A society with patriarchy & misogyny
Are so selfish & yet so hopeless !!
Excruciating story of millions ..
Abandoned by their families
And yet finding light in the darkness .
Looking for a Messiah to bless them ,
That incongruous feeling will never die ,
It will remain buried under the deep core of the heart .
#Shruti
#poetry
#review
There is a horrible hollow ache inside me,
That murky feeling of being loved,
That love which keeps a section apart ;
Fills the void with sadness & betrayal .
The feeling captured & wrapped around with distrust & dishonesty.
My eyes brimmed with tears of disbelief,
A society with patriarchy & misogyny
Are so selfish & yet so hopeless !!
Excruciating story of millions ..
Abandoned by their families
And yet finding light in the darkness .
Looking for a Messiah to bless them ,
That incongruous feeling will never die ,
It will remain buried under the deep core of the heart .
#Shruti
#poetry
#review
During a dreadful night,
I managed to put up a fight.
Maybe the strong me died,
And weak me survived.
The constant voices in my ears,
Here I am living in my fears.
Like a painful reminder of that night,
Where I lost a outnumbered fight.
Wondering if I am even right,
While holding myself tight.
The night is long dead,
Here my tears still wetting my bed.
That dreadful night,
The cause of my fright.
These thoughts make me shiver,
The fear making me quiver.
My painful screams,
Still haunting my dreams.
Maybe the strong in me died,
And weak me survived.
I haven't given up the fight,
Because I know,
I can still make it right.
#tyler #review
I managed to put up a fight.
Maybe the strong me died,
And weak me survived.
The constant voices in my ears,
Here I am living in my fears.
Like a painful reminder of that night,
Where I lost a outnumbered fight.
Wondering if I am even right,
While holding myself tight.
The night is long dead,
Here my tears still wetting my bed.
That dreadful night,
The cause of my fright.
These thoughts make me shiver,
The fear making me quiver.
My painful screams,
Still haunting my dreams.
Maybe the strong in me died,
And weak me survived.
I haven't given up the fight,
Because I know,
I can still make it right.
#tyler #review
A boy I don’t like told me to write from the heart
I didn’t know what that meant because I never knew I had one
I never knew I had a heart
‘Til you said you kissed a boy I haven’t met
Then I knew I had a heart
Because I thought it might stop
And when I thought my heart might stop beating
I realised it had always been there
But it didn’t know how to feel
Until I thought about losing you
I knew we wouldn’t last forever
I was waiting for this day
But I hope we can fix things
And if we can’t
I will always thank you
For showing me I have a heart
#review
I didn’t know what that meant because I never knew I had one
I never knew I had a heart
‘Til you said you kissed a boy I haven’t met
Then I knew I had a heart
Because I thought it might stop
And when I thought my heart might stop beating
I realised it had always been there
But it didn’t know how to feel
Until I thought about losing you
I knew we wouldn’t last forever
I was waiting for this day
But I hope we can fix things
And if we can’t
I will always thank you
For showing me I have a heart
#review
The pursuit of happiness
There is a horrible hollow ache inside me,
That murky feeling of being loved,
That love which keeps a section apart ;
Fills the void with sadness & betrayal .
The feeling captured & wrapped around with distrust & dishonesty.
My eyes brimmed with tears of disbelief,
A society with patriarchy & misogyny
Are so selfish & yet so hopeless !!
Excruciating story of millions ..
Abandoned by their families
And yet finding light in the darkness .
Looking for a Messiah to bless them ,
That incongruous feeling will never die ,
It will remain buried under the deep core of the heart .
#Shruti
#poetry
#review
There is a horrible hollow ache inside me,
That murky feeling of being loved,
That love which keeps a section apart ;
Fills the void with sadness & betrayal .
The feeling captured & wrapped around with distrust & dishonesty.
My eyes brimmed with tears of disbelief,
A society with patriarchy & misogyny
Are so selfish & yet so hopeless !!
Excruciating story of millions ..
Abandoned by their families
And yet finding light in the darkness .
Looking for a Messiah to bless them ,
That incongruous feeling will never die ,
It will remain buried under the deep core of the heart .
#Shruti
#poetry
#review
When she is dismal,
The heart cries blart,
An auspicious time, it was
When I met her:
The world says
My heart is a stone heart,
So how did this heart
Fall in love with her?
The sun isn't so beautiful
When it rises:
I forget my self
When i look in her eyes.
#AkashAP #review #shortpoem
The heart cries blart,
An auspicious time, it was
When I met her:
The world says
My heart is a stone heart,
So how did this heart
Fall in love with her?
The sun isn't so beautiful
When it rises:
I forget my self
When i look in her eyes.
#AkashAP #review #shortpoem