Hideout

I'm still hungry because you gave me water
Don't you know
Water quenches thirst
It can never satiate hunger?

Though I needed shelter, you gave me clothes
Don't you know
Clothes can only cover nakedness,
It can never keep me from cold?

I need love but you became close
Don't you know
Closeness only gives comfort,
It can never give me warmth?

#review #poetry #oba

Sealed windows of my heart,
Need a breeze to open them away!
To conquer the rains and the clouds!
Need a flight high in the sky!
The lanes will become roads someday!
The hollow holes will change to mines
The night is dark!
Deep black without the moon light!
The fortnight is standing far far away!
And I started the journey with a candle !
Beyond the clouds!
Beneath the sea!
In my heart!
There's Only victory!
Give me my wings!
Give me my flight!
I am made up for the victory!
Give me the right time!


#poetry
#review
#lotus

Sealed windows of my heart,
Need a breeze to open them away!
To conquer the rains and the clouds!
Need a flight high in the sky!
The lanes will become roads someday!
The hollow holes will change to mines
The night is dark!
Deep black without the moon light!
The fortnight is standing far far away!
And I started the journey with a candle !
Beyond the clouds!
Beneath the sea!
In my heart!
There's Only victory!
Give me my wings!
Give me my flight!
I am made up for the victory!
Give me the right time!


#lotus #poetry #review

Title : Wallflower


While tying up pony, she was thinking,
declining would had been a better idea,
her unwillingness, had always been her panacea,
To bring down all the worldly hassle.
Lingering over self is one of her fav bustle.
Even,when I got no friends, I love my company extremely,
she was murmuring while strolling along an alley.
Mama, Am I looking ugly?!, she asked sadly,
Although she knew the answer so sure already.
Mum likes me even when I can't like myself.
How cute she's, unlike all.
Going to a party isn't her Idea at all, but for mama she can do whatsoever,at one call.
As we set foot on the party, I got easily distracted by everyone's keen eyes.
Is my hair alright, what about my cosmetics?
My plumpy body isn't party fit at all.Aah! what a melodrama!
I couldn't hide the vehemence of my reaction, from mama.
She came to me, put her hand on my shoulder, all I did is stare.
She told, Even Wallflowers can be grown in garden. why don't you try to communicate?
Being a wallflower was not my choice, but this is what I'm, I won't deny.
Ohkay, I can do it, C'mon,take a deep breath and let's give it a try.
I teetered, towards a girl, and hushed in a
muffled voice, " Hi "!
She looked, direct into my eyes,I almost got to cry.
After that, all I could heard is,"You are the one from south block of the town, "Right"?!
I said, " Yes ".Hi ,Can I be your friend ?,She asked upright.
I glanced, at mama, she nodded in agreement,"Yes", was I said.

Mama, was always right, even wallflowers
can get along with peeps without hatred.

#rks
#poetry
#review

"YOU WANT IT, JUST GET IT".


Please don't stop, ask for it, claim it.
it's yours, totally yours, you deserve more.
What can be yours, what should be yours, doesn't decided by them, you want it, just get it.
you can't defined by their set of rules, because you make your own and follow them.
“In a society that profits from your self-doubt, Start investing in your growth just start liking yourself, don't make them profit, not a buck".
Self contemplating can't help you,
you're not just a toy, not for pleasing one's libido. Please, you are the hope of many fettered feet, fettered by being hopeless, worthless, useless for this patriarchal society.
If you gonna raise your voice, this would be gift to thousands of voiceless mouths.
You'll be guide to them, so please take a step, take a lead,for riding speed.
You're much more than you know yourself.
You are the Goddess Spes , full of hopes and lives.
Stop believing them, they want you to be always clueless.

So, don't let your guards down, show them you're the Jupiter.


#rks
#poetry
#review

"I PROMISE".


What can you do for me? He asked!!!
Well! I can tell you my cosiest place
Where you can bellow out your ache.
You can put your head on my shoulder in hard time.
And I promise, I'll not budge for a while.
I can paste our pictures in my diary.
To keep our memories alive for eternity.
I'll make you feel wanted in the streets of my heart.
I'll make you believe in yourself after your every defeat.
When you'll get annoyed by my presence I'll give you space, make you free from me & my thoughts.
I'll please your eyes by my beautiful smile, also tease you by your funny names. Whenever you feel low, there would be my shoulder,so you can cry upon.
I'll love you till my last breath, and especially when you feel unattended, I'll give you all of me,
I'll give you all of the best parts of me. I promise.

#review
#poetry
#rks

"ARE NOT WE"?


The truth is we all are selfish.
The Humanity, Welfare, selflessness are mere words.
We are good to others until they are with us.
If you don't believe me, ask yourself will you be good to others when they would constantly hating you?
Will you do wellbeing when you yourself are at pain?
So why don't you uncover the mask of Naivety, and come out?
Don't tell me you love him, don't tell me you love her.
You don't, you only love yourself.
You're with them because you want to be cared, loved and what not?
So, don't get offend when you're told you're selfish, self_ centered.
Because this is what you're, we are.
But there's also criteria of doing good to whom and how much.
The greater you want to get from someone the greater you would be good to them.
Right?!!!!!!!!


#rks
#review

I'm merely a stranger in your life, Yet I have known is only you.
I'm a summer noon in your life,and you're appealing sunset.
I'm scattered beads in your life, And, you're like my fav sautoir.
I'm unspoken feelings of a lover, you're the moment of confession.
I'm a stammering mouth, yet I have spoken first word is your name.
I'm like a love triangle in your life, but you're the only love line in mine.
I'm a broken glass of wine,but you're a vessel well design,
I'm a dark swampy forest, you're the only sunshine.
I'm merely a sentence in your life, yet I have filled library's with thoughts of you.

#review
#rks
#poetry

Why don't we see what looms around?
The hollowness inside and the ceaseless baffling sound
The darkness in deed, haunting everyone indeed
The ever growing need, degrading every creed
The ugliness they breed, all slaves of greed

A sea of sickness with no shore
Manhood of men like a lion with no roar
So dreadful disgusting desires in disguise
Thirst of bloodshed, rampant regime of rampage in rejoice
Beware of the monsters who seep blood in their throats
Betrays the innocent, plants detestation in their thoughts
Is the fate of men to be crushed by his own kin?
Is this the price we have to pay for our own sin?
Unseen, inconceivable, incomprehensible, inevitable?
The Verge of extinction, hideous unison of death and destruction?

Is that what we seek?
Rivers of blood, corpses in every street
Anticipation of consequences crumbles the soul
Breath starts fainting and the heart just falls
The "sacred distinction" why don't we bother to see
The ability to reason, a free will to be happy
Come Friends! Let's become some more wise
Spread happiness, ignite inspiration
So we can escape that price

#Revenant
#review

there's a river flowing 
inside my head, and
i can hear the sound 
of words dancing
to the tune of violent
turbulence and pebbles.

life is a barren vacuum,
there's no light here.
darkness has a way of 
shutting those who blink 
even the slightest
but poetry is my last hope,
to bring me into existence again.

if my poem doesn't rhyme,
set my feet free please, 
and I'll run fierce 
like a free verse.

there are broken crayons 
inside my bag and i wish 
they befriend my emotions 
and tell each other stories
of how it's impossible
to be whole again.

i've learnt quicker that 
behind a broken heart
is a brain that feeds it 
and that if a house 
is full of demons, maybe
there are better confessions 
than vacate and leave it empty.

#amtupu_ #review #poetry

Trapped (this is about sexual assault that a woman faces)

There are deep scars down below my cheeks ,
Deep lines added to my beauty ,
Lines that are not yet defined ,
Yet leaving a huge impact on me ;
Forcing me to think about the past ,
Future uncertain with limited boundaries ,
Trying to break the knot to let me free ,
Handkerchief stained with blood of brutal honesty ,
Trying to wipe the tears ,
A ray of sunshine covering my face with warmth ,
Wounds are so fresh like a morning dew ,
Takes time to cover it with layers of skin folds ;
Trapped inside finding it difficult to take one more breath ,
Finding a way to free my wounded body ,
Cause I can't bear the pain ,
Set my soul free apart for an unassailable lead .

#Shruti
#review
#poetry

The sound of rain echoed,
And cracks
Began to spread
Through the lifeless land.
Creatures that were thought
To have gone forever
Appeared, rising to their feet;
Their leaves, branches and flowers
Were emerging like their decay
Was a type of hiding.
And their display
Of the fading greenland
Was a facade, not the end of life.

#poem #review #AhmadMusa

🥀Stranger🥀

In the silence of the night
You said goodbye
This hit so hard
My tears are heavy
Carrying my feelings
We talked about everything
Except what's on our minds
It's like the craziest place to be
You're my worst familiar stranger

You left with a part of me
And I'm still bleeding,
Believing in recovery
I wake up everyday,
wondering if you're ok
I know it's over
But my heart's a dreamer
You know all my secrets
And you're now a stranger

It's hard to move on
When we keep asking
What could have been
But...It's funny how we adjust
Like scary eyes in the dark night

#review
#poem
#RosemeneSaintLouis🥀

/the sky that fell/.

to the sky 
that fell on the 
palm of my poems:

when I asked 
for your number,
what I really 
meant was;

//I saw you 
in reverie once//.

you took a human 
form to live on 
the line of my 
imaginations,

when I woke up,
I still couldn't
fasten up the urge
to introduce myself.

so I vanished, 
to a place where 
I still couldn't gather 
the courage behind the scourge
to say before galaxies, 
"you're beautiful." 

so I say,
"you remind me
of the wand flowers 
my Momma showed me yesterday,"

to which you said,
"_______________."

whatever happens next,
is a sign before the sky 
called celestial,

a signal for me to reignite the stars 
and confect your scars,
to our beautiful,

and I want to swallow 
every sad and bitter 
thing that has happened
to you before me,

and conquer the sound 
of your every instrument,
before you play my ribs 
like the strings of your 
favorite guitar.

everyday I want 
to hold you 
like you're the only thing 
my palms have ever touched.

I'm sorry Miss, me?
I just can't let you 
go anymore,

and to anybody that 
asks me if you're
my girlfriend,

"No, she's my language.
I speak her.
And, me? 
I'm her favorite page." 

#poetry #amtupu_ #review

You don't need to put "PIN DROP SILENCE" board outside or inside the lecture room, your voice and words should have that much power that people keep "PIN DROP SILENCE".

#Akash #quote #review

The wet weather in the winter months

_____________________________________

Amidst the deep slumber,
Heard I the loud thunder;
The droplets were in number,
That made me not remember.

Rejoicing in the cool ambience,
Forgot I the homework:
And danced with the dalliance,
Making myself look like a berserk.

Granny rushed to say,
"For God sake Child,
Put your slippers under your foot!"
While I scowled uttering,
"No, I love the cold marbles!"
And continued pressing my feet to the ground,
And she, walked off profanities muttering!

As I looked out the window,
My imagination turned aglow,
Walked I haste to kitchen,
As I going to the unknown Aachen!
Quickly made a black tea,
Sat on the balcony as an attendee,
Drank the hot tea in swift,
Like a man to slake the thirst,
Enjoying the rain sat I,
The winter drizzle making my mood Berry!

- Aliya Aqeela M. M

#review #rainpoem

#review The Ultimate tool of Every Writer

We can say,” we all have a writer in us”. Because to become a writer it is not necessary to be someone with a Ph.D. in literature or someone who has read hundreds of books or probably has taken a course on how to write. Most of us have just developed some basic skills which we use and practice a lot. No one can deny the fact that writing an essay, forming sentences, or simply writing a note to ourselves is taught to us at elementary school. Almost all of us use the same in our everyday life.
What makes a writer so different is their observation of the environment and their imagination power. Both go hand in hand. We can always get better at English but these two skills take years to develop.
Let me give you an example, suppose you and your friend who is a writer go for a walk every morning at the park, now what you will see or observe in your surrounding is fresh air, people walking/running, trees and sound of birds. Your friend who is a writer will look at people, observe them, and will form characters of his upcoming story in his head, he will look at the park and probably will create a scene of his story. He will always have a small notebook in which he will scribble whatever comes to his mind no matter what he is doing or where he is. This is why you will never find a writer multitasking and this is the ultimate tool that every existing or would-be professional writer requires and uses.
When you observe things closely you know that everything has its backstory, its own characteristic, and its own essence. Every man or woman in this world possesses different characteristics from each other, we react differently in different situations.
For a writer, if he masters the skill of close observation and imagination, he is golden. Now all he needs is to link everything which also takes practice.
Look at the ancient texts, at that time there were no cameras to take pictures no recorders to have any recordings of the words said. The whole world relied on those manuscripts written by people at the time and we all imagined and created the characters accordingly in our heads. Those writers only had observation and their imagination as their tools to write.
Anyone can practice these and become a great writer and these tools are absolutely free.
Now, how do we work upon these skills? As we all know these simple skills take time to develop and master.
When we were in elementary school we were taught to imagine right from The Thirsty Crow story to how our heart looks when it pumps blood to our arteries just by showing some sketches. It was all “easy peasy lemon squeezy” till that time for us because we had years of practice. But when we step out of elementary school, we were introduced to the internet, which has almost answer to every question and even sometimes questions for every answer. Which ultimately wouldn’t require us to think or imagine or even look closely at something. It’s like the boy who was champion of basketball at school would still require practice to even score a goal after years of disengagement.
So how do we do it? We would be required to meditate and start focusing on our surrounding. Often we become unaware of what is going on around us because we are indulged at the screen of our phones. We would be required to stop multitasking to increase focus ultimately which gives our brain room to think and observe and create images and stories. Once we start observing the surrounding closely we notice everyone has their own version and perspectives. The sun could be seen rising at one place and could be setting on the other side. All we need to do is observe, think and imagine.
Something which looks so complex might be so easy and simple that it might only take some small steps of effort.

On the canvas of universe, she is too small to be seen
On the surface of earth, she is too extreme to fit

She was born not to belong
Not to a nation
Not to a home
And not among her species

Rootless, her mind flys
Drowning she is, from dawn till dusk
Unsatisfying curiosity never leaves her
Paralyzed she is,
by the weight of her unravelling thoughts
By the eyes on her
By the world itself

She was born not to belong
Not to a society
Not to a soul
Not to life itself

Rootless she is
Filled with pain she is
Belonged she isn't,
any where
any land
any water
any planet

She longs to be out
Out of this world
Out of this universe

Perhaps from her very beginning she got off on the wrong stop
Her words, misjudged
Her thoughts, misunderstood
Her identity, unbeknownst

- N

#review #poem

To Be a Woman

With stars in the eyes
I came into the world
Dreaming to fly like a butterfly
Dad told me countless
I was his princess
But all I wanted
Was to be fearless
I went to school
Did pretty good
I worked so hard
And succeeded
But the world had other plans for a no-man
Girl you should settle
They starded to tell
You should get a man
While you get the chance
But I wasn't ready
To accept my duty
I wish I knew then
Celibacy was no sin
nor marriage "but" a win
Everyone should be free
To choose their own glee
Whether it's a ring
Or nothing.....at all

#review
#poem
#RosemèneSaintLouis🥀

saddest road.
by Authur Michael Tupu.

"in peace,
sons burry their fathers.
in war,
fathers burry their sons."

brothers, an ode to you,
you went down
the saddest road.
//oh you went oh furthest//.

when the world fights a war,
there are those who perish
from not knowing
there existed a battle.

a part of me
is holding back tears,
for i look for you
in places i know you
can't fit no more.

call me wind if you please,
for i know not how to weep
in secrecy.

i breathe, wait and hope
that my fears
are not only
that i lost you,

but I'll be able
to stomach the bruises
your departure printed
on this blood core.

#poetry #amtupu_ #review

I crave touch...

I'm not asking for much

I stopped praying years ago
Hands running on my body, in slow mo
There's no hand here though

I am marred, you know

Scared, wanting for waves to carry me, as they flow..

But I won't do so
I want it... but it's me who needs to row

I want your hands on me
Smoothing my soul, crease free
And that soft peck of glee
That's just what I ask for, trust me

But that hold frights me, you see

So I'm begging,  to be clutched by thee
Smothered, not even gasping to flee
I'm yours... do me

Staring me, what do you see?









#poem
#review