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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

#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

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

#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

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

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

was held accused by myself, god oh god! Drowning in old sin's, bumfuzzle me tryin' figure out. Hell ya, I lied you again myself.
#l #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

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

Imperfections

In the deep woods
Mortal wounds buried,

The lies that hold us
Together in...

Our imperfections
Have become

Our enemy
For life.

#rkalimi
#review
#poetry

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

She's like a poem,
Waiting to be read.

She's like a song,
Waiting to be sung.

She's like a melody,
Waiting to be heard.

She's like a book,
Waiting to be understood.

She's like a dance,
Waiting to be performed.

She's like a beauty,
Waiting to be cherished.

She's like art,
Waiting to be crafted.

She's you,
Waiting to be found.

She's you,
Waiting to be loved.

She's not just a girl,
She's within all of you,
She resides somewhere inside,
Somewhere the golden rays don't reach,
Somewhere the silver shine doesn't work,
Somewhere in you,
She stays,
Waiting to be acknowledged.

#tyler #review

She's like a poem,
Waiting to be read.

She's like a song,
Waiting to be sung.

She's like a melody,
Waiting to be heard.

She's like a book,
Waiting to be understood.

She's like a dance,
Waiting to be performed.

She's like a beauty,
Waiting to be cherished.

She's like art,
Waiting to be crafted.

She's you,
Waiting to be found.

She's you,
Waiting to be loved.

She's not just a girl,
She's within all of you,
She resides somewhere inside,
Somewhere the golden rays don't reach,
Somewhere the silver shine doesn't work,
Somewhere in you,
She stays,
Waiting to be acknowledged.

#tyler #review

Again the fondness confronts like the thundering clouds nel sky
Eyes welled up rolling down the cheeks as if not stopping fino twilight
Withering body caressing itself in this gloomy sight
Dealing life in a plight
Neither wrath of your departure nor a hopeful sigh
Thee memories feel like a million ants bit into my flesh and left me bleeding in the cold night.

#sanjana
#poetry
#review