Why am i so addled, i seek retort through this creation.
Can't understand a thing, anymore. I just need Salvation
What am i gonna gain, if anything, why do i need revelation.
I do just fine without mass, getting back to isolation?
Why is it so important, why look for identification?
Is it the curiosity or the fear of seperation?
There is inspiration, there is recreation, there is manipulation, sensation, violation & frustration but is there anything that's necessary? Is there any elevation?
I know it bothers none but please, tell me, where am i heading to, what is my destination?
#Snowy #review
Can't understand a thing, anymore. I just need Salvation
What am i gonna gain, if anything, why do i need revelation.
I do just fine without mass, getting back to isolation?
Why is it so important, why look for identification?
Is it the curiosity or the fear of seperation?
There is inspiration, there is recreation, there is manipulation, sensation, violation & frustration but is there anything that's necessary? Is there any elevation?
I know it bothers none but please, tell me, where am i heading to, what is my destination?
#Snowy #review
Do you see me?
Do you see my body?
Does it interest you?
Do you feel it too?
Do you see me?
Do you see my mouth?
Do you like the words?
Or just the way it sounds?
Do you see me?
Do you see these eyes?
Do you see the pain ?
Do you see what it hides?
Do you see me?
Do you see these scars?
Do you hear the stories they tell?
Do you think I have gone too far?
Do you see me?
Do you see my mind?
Do you think I'm crazy?
But isn't it just what you like?
Do you see me?
Do you see my imperfections?
Would you still love me?
I ask my reflection.
#review
Do you see my body?
Does it interest you?
Do you feel it too?
Do you see me?
Do you see my mouth?
Do you like the words?
Or just the way it sounds?
Do you see me?
Do you see these eyes?
Do you see the pain ?
Do you see what it hides?
Do you see me?
Do you see these scars?
Do you hear the stories they tell?
Do you think I have gone too far?
Do you see me?
Do you see my mind?
Do you think I'm crazy?
But isn't it just what you like?
Do you see me?
Do you see my imperfections?
Would you still love me?
I ask my reflection.
#review
Meek mildred mark me a move
Sequester sparkles to dawn dews
For I coat not a hearty gardener's worth
And humility of your bloom alone
Quest my quench in the living doom .
Prior policies did prune piety ,
Freedom be a fief furnace for foliage ,
And borrowed songs is all i bequeth
Unworthy hands at your marvel
Lucky enough for a sun to shine ,
And see you smile to hope
In a pleasure of day to be fine
Meek mildred, to smile as you bloom.
#review
Sequester sparkles to dawn dews
For I coat not a hearty gardener's worth
And humility of your bloom alone
Quest my quench in the living doom .
Prior policies did prune piety ,
Freedom be a fief furnace for foliage ,
And borrowed songs is all i bequeth
Unworthy hands at your marvel
Lucky enough for a sun to shine ,
And see you smile to hope
In a pleasure of day to be fine
Meek mildred, to smile as you bloom.
#review
I often loved the idea
of sitting in a corner,
folded like a fatherless kid,
befriending the wrong spiders
then I learnt to love
my white fragrance,
quoted in black,
in a colorful wilderness,
lonely like an undiscovered tulip
but now,
I cage my unbridled emotions,
in words,
befriending assonance,
together hiding in metaphors,
holding quills like a father's thumb
#poetry #amtupu_ #review
of sitting in a corner,
folded like a fatherless kid,
befriending the wrong spiders
then I learnt to love
my white fragrance,
quoted in black,
in a colorful wilderness,
lonely like an undiscovered tulip
but now,
I cage my unbridled emotions,
in words,
befriending assonance,
together hiding in metaphors,
holding quills like a father's thumb
#poetry #amtupu_ #review
Of Shapes and Bones
by Joshua C. Pipkins
“Are you the devil?” The man asks me. His eyes are no longer eyes, but milk. "No," I say, "but I am dead like you."
“So I have died,” he says, and there's a hint of melancholy in his otherwise deadpan voice. His body is stiff and unmoving, caught against a collection of rocks at the edge of the stream. I plant my knees in the grass next to him.
“You are my guide,” he says.
“I am. My name is Vergil,” I say.
He falls silent, the water sparkling like stars against his skin. After several moments, he answers. “I was a good father. I need you to know that.”
“I know,” I tell him, “I know everything about you, Daniel.”
“Then take me,” he says, “I want to see my husband.”
A gust of wind blows through the meadow. Trees bend and rustle. The flowers whisper solemnly in my ears. I take his hand into my own, flesh and bone intertwined, and snatch the Shape from his body.
I lead him into the Crossing, where the pit awaits at the heart of the sea, vast mounds of colors falling and rising like time-struck mountains beneath our feet. “It’s beautiful,” he says as we walk. “I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
Then I ask him, “If you’d seen everything in life, what would be the mystery in death?”
“I guess that’s true,” he laughs, though it sounds more like leaves being blown in the wind. “It’s just… I stopped believing in a Heaven so long ago. I figured that if one did actually exist, I wouldn’t ever see it.”
I say, “You loved who you loved.”
“Yes, I loved who I loved,” he says.
Then he asks, “Am I going to hell, Vergil?”
“Do you believe you’re going to hell, Daniel?”
“I don’t know,” he says, “I spent my entire life hearing that I would. I guess I’d be a little disappointed if I didn’t. All that time spent wondering when I ran away from home with Henry, worrying that I’d done something unforgivable.”
“There’s no such thing,” I tell him, “In the end, love is still love. I don’t think there’s anything more worthy of Heaven than a man who sacrifices for love.”
He can’t smile, but I feel as if he is, and as we near the pit at the heart of the Crossing, a deep sapphire light burning in its core, he lets go of my hand and drifts toward the edge.
“My daughter,” he says, “Does she… know about me?”
“She received a call this morning. She’s grieving, but she’ll be okay.”
“I became so… distant after Henry died,” he says, “I closed myself off from the world when she was still in college. I stopped accepting her calls. I wanted nothing to do with the world if he wasn’t there by my side. I just lied in bed and let the time take me. I was so selfish, Vergil.”
Then he says, “I was a good father. I need you to know that.”
“I know. I know everything about you, remember?”
He nods, then stares down into the light with apprehension. For an eternity he stands there, saying nothing, the world around him living and dying again and again.
He jumps.
“Are you God?” the little girl asks me. “No,” I tell her. “But I am dead like you.”
#review #ShortStory
by Joshua C. Pipkins
“Are you the devil?” The man asks me. His eyes are no longer eyes, but milk. "No," I say, "but I am dead like you."
“So I have died,” he says, and there's a hint of melancholy in his otherwise deadpan voice. His body is stiff and unmoving, caught against a collection of rocks at the edge of the stream. I plant my knees in the grass next to him.
“You are my guide,” he says.
“I am. My name is Vergil,” I say.
He falls silent, the water sparkling like stars against his skin. After several moments, he answers. “I was a good father. I need you to know that.”
“I know,” I tell him, “I know everything about you, Daniel.”
“Then take me,” he says, “I want to see my husband.”
A gust of wind blows through the meadow. Trees bend and rustle. The flowers whisper solemnly in my ears. I take his hand into my own, flesh and bone intertwined, and snatch the Shape from his body.
I lead him into the Crossing, where the pit awaits at the heart of the sea, vast mounds of colors falling and rising like time-struck mountains beneath our feet. “It’s beautiful,” he says as we walk. “I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
Then I ask him, “If you’d seen everything in life, what would be the mystery in death?”
“I guess that’s true,” he laughs, though it sounds more like leaves being blown in the wind. “It’s just… I stopped believing in a Heaven so long ago. I figured that if one did actually exist, I wouldn’t ever see it.”
I say, “You loved who you loved.”
“Yes, I loved who I loved,” he says.
Then he asks, “Am I going to hell, Vergil?”
“Do you believe you’re going to hell, Daniel?”
“I don’t know,” he says, “I spent my entire life hearing that I would. I guess I’d be a little disappointed if I didn’t. All that time spent wondering when I ran away from home with Henry, worrying that I’d done something unforgivable.”
“There’s no such thing,” I tell him, “In the end, love is still love. I don’t think there’s anything more worthy of Heaven than a man who sacrifices for love.”
He can’t smile, but I feel as if he is, and as we near the pit at the heart of the Crossing, a deep sapphire light burning in its core, he lets go of my hand and drifts toward the edge.
“My daughter,” he says, “Does she… know about me?”
“She received a call this morning. She’s grieving, but she’ll be okay.”
“I became so… distant after Henry died,” he says, “I closed myself off from the world when she was still in college. I stopped accepting her calls. I wanted nothing to do with the world if he wasn’t there by my side. I just lied in bed and let the time take me. I was so selfish, Vergil.”
Then he says, “I was a good father. I need you to know that.”
“I know. I know everything about you, remember?”
He nods, then stares down into the light with apprehension. For an eternity he stands there, saying nothing, the world around him living and dying again and again.
He jumps.
“Are you God?” the little girl asks me. “No,” I tell her. “But I am dead like you.”
#review #ShortStory
A cloud of possibility gathers
Of me loving you from a distance
And you being closer to me than a vein
Let me know your chaos
And douse me like the sweet rain.
#review
Of me loving you from a distance
And you being closer to me than a vein
Let me know your chaos
And douse me like the sweet rain.
#review
Cold Feet
As a mumbled day roars into the night
You awe at turmoil within sight
You rally hope deciphering in blind
And snap dead over guilty grind
You howl oppression to a tyranny inclined
While a stone numbs you too in hind
You are a masquerade charade of a time
Also drowned in an unworthy slime -
All that gained in revolt to a tornado
A subtle breeze oozes in
A drop from the eye
Mind over matter into
An invisibility you shatter
As crippled regards for matters of mind
You fall a shadow to own reflection
And curse the mirror in drab fashion
Thus you summon
An adventure into the night
Within all the while
Chatters anger your fright.
#review
As a mumbled day roars into the night
You awe at turmoil within sight
You rally hope deciphering in blind
And snap dead over guilty grind
You howl oppression to a tyranny inclined
While a stone numbs you too in hind
You are a masquerade charade of a time
Also drowned in an unworthy slime -
All that gained in revolt to a tornado
A subtle breeze oozes in
A drop from the eye
Mind over matter into
An invisibility you shatter
As crippled regards for matters of mind
You fall a shadow to own reflection
And curse the mirror in drab fashion
Thus you summon
An adventure into the night
Within all the while
Chatters anger your fright.
#review
Silent Night
Staring at the moon
Wondering how it was made
The soft light
The unbothering silence
Echoing winds
Chasing down the roughness of the day
Clearing the way for a new day
Looking forward to brighten people's day
I look at the silent houses
The ones with light outside but inner darkness
Waiting for another day
For people to bring their darkness out
I then feel a cold breeze
Of all unreached goals of the day
The lost hopes
And all the disappointments
The breeze is too strong
It reaches out to my bones
But then I look at the stars
And I get embraced by the dreams yet to be true
Slowly I turn my back and head back in
For the night speaks a lot to those who listen
To those who don't
It is a silent night
#review
Staring at the moon
Wondering how it was made
The soft light
The unbothering silence
Echoing winds
Chasing down the roughness of the day
Clearing the way for a new day
Looking forward to brighten people's day
I look at the silent houses
The ones with light outside but inner darkness
Waiting for another day
For people to bring their darkness out
I then feel a cold breeze
Of all unreached goals of the day
The lost hopes
And all the disappointments
The breeze is too strong
It reaches out to my bones
But then I look at the stars
And I get embraced by the dreams yet to be true
Slowly I turn my back and head back in
For the night speaks a lot to those who listen
To those who don't
It is a silent night
#review
/anon And I stand here again
In this not-so-real rain
Feeling every bit of it,
Feeling every kind of pain.
I can see myself standing
Asking me to let go
Let go of the hurt
Let go of the strain.
As I look out of the window
The sun is starting to rise
Birds are singing again
And the moon is paying the price.
#review
In this not-so-real rain
Feeling every bit of it,
Feeling every kind of pain.
I can see myself standing
Asking me to let go
Let go of the hurt
Let go of the strain.
As I look out of the window
The sun is starting to rise
Birds are singing again
And the moon is paying the price.
#review
Beyond the shores of thought and reason,
The seas of emotion suddenly swell
Tempest clouds roar without season,
Growing the gloom with every decibel
I shrink with grief and crouch in despair,
Fighting tears with each rasping breath
What would you say if you were here,
If you could forsake the veil of death
How do I know if you are in a better place,
That there you no longer feel any pain,
That you watch over us from across the space,
That you have found your place in God's domain
Did the old familiar voices of wise ancestors
Welcome you back with warmth and love?
Beyond the bondage of all wordly matters
Have you found your freedom in heavens above?
Memories, they meet me in silence only to remind
Time, the eater of worlds now consumes my peace
Love, what you took along and what you left behind,
Now holds us together and comforts like a breeze
Life will go on with this burden to bear,
My heart will heal but will it be the same?
I harbor happy memories of all that we shared,
Your words in my thoughts and pictures in frames
All the legends and tales of the other side,
Oh, how I wish now for them to be true!
I pray and surmise what I once denied,
For someday again I will get to see you
In a place somewhere that is off the map
Where I can choose to be a child once more,
Feeling cheerful and safe, sitting on your lap
Innocent and happy, contented forevermore
#review #poetry #garuda
The seas of emotion suddenly swell
Tempest clouds roar without season,
Growing the gloom with every decibel
I shrink with grief and crouch in despair,
Fighting tears with each rasping breath
What would you say if you were here,
If you could forsake the veil of death
How do I know if you are in a better place,
That there you no longer feel any pain,
That you watch over us from across the space,
That you have found your place in God's domain
Did the old familiar voices of wise ancestors
Welcome you back with warmth and love?
Beyond the bondage of all wordly matters
Have you found your freedom in heavens above?
Memories, they meet me in silence only to remind
Time, the eater of worlds now consumes my peace
Love, what you took along and what you left behind,
Now holds us together and comforts like a breeze
Life will go on with this burden to bear,
My heart will heal but will it be the same?
I harbor happy memories of all that we shared,
Your words in my thoughts and pictures in frames
All the legends and tales of the other side,
Oh, how I wish now for them to be true!
I pray and surmise what I once denied,
For someday again I will get to see you
In a place somewhere that is off the map
Where I can choose to be a child once more,
Feeling cheerful and safe, sitting on your lap
Innocent and happy, contented forevermore
#review #poetry #garuda
#review
Hold my hands and take me.
Take me back to our supernova, the distant galaxy, where you paint the sky in black and I heal your scars, under the light of a thousand stars.
Take me to a place where I no longer crave for your love; a love that unleashes the demons within. My life's a wall you have built in between two homes, one, where my heart breathes and other, where my heart bleeds.
Take me back to the start, where my intoxicated eyes speak of the dreams they had witnessed with you and you somehow, tend to fathom the words unspoken.
Hold my hands and take me!
Hold my hands and take me.
Take me back to our supernova, the distant galaxy, where you paint the sky in black and I heal your scars, under the light of a thousand stars.
Take me to a place where I no longer crave for your love; a love that unleashes the demons within. My life's a wall you have built in between two homes, one, where my heart breathes and other, where my heart bleeds.
Take me back to the start, where my intoxicated eyes speak of the dreams they had witnessed with you and you somehow, tend to fathom the words unspoken.
Hold my hands and take me!
I mutilate myself, no matter what i do.
Acting all spirit, i maim when I'm disregarded, when I'm passed over.
Acting all foul isn't my cup of tea either, i maim again, i incapacitate either way.
Being ignoble and or moral, both roads are noxious to me. What do i fancy then?
You blemish me, your bygones. I can't condone it. I can't strand you either. You, your, it impedes me, candidly but won't gash you by disclaim, renounce.... Won't? Well, can't is more apt, can't bestow to soar your agony.... But about my torment? I have nowhere to go, no door left open, I'm stuck, stuck with you. I'll dwell, I'll persist, that's what I've been doing, that's what i can keep up with. No possibility, either at whim or reluctantly, i have to adhere, no recourse.... I'd be thrusting here, i don't know the stretch, the extent, maybe perpetuity.
#review #Snowy
Acting all spirit, i maim when I'm disregarded, when I'm passed over.
Acting all foul isn't my cup of tea either, i maim again, i incapacitate either way.
Being ignoble and or moral, both roads are noxious to me. What do i fancy then?
You blemish me, your bygones. I can't condone it. I can't strand you either. You, your, it impedes me, candidly but won't gash you by disclaim, renounce.... Won't? Well, can't is more apt, can't bestow to soar your agony.... But about my torment? I have nowhere to go, no door left open, I'm stuck, stuck with you. I'll dwell, I'll persist, that's what I've been doing, that's what i can keep up with. No possibility, either at whim or reluctantly, i have to adhere, no recourse.... I'd be thrusting here, i don't know the stretch, the extent, maybe perpetuity.
#review #Snowy
Payback
Lost and trapped in a hole six feet deep, the king screamed for help as no one could hear him. Few minutes later, an anaconda struggling to make her way to the whole where the king was.
King Ahmatep Okole was the greatest king there is. His voice was like the roar of a lion. Lives will be taken at the snap of his fingers. So great he was, yet a dictator. His people were no longer in support of him for the all wanted to overthrow him for his ruthlessness was becoming too much.
He was so great, even demons trembled at his feet.
Marysel, a beautiful maiden came to serve his highness. For she was so beautiful that his majesty couldn't resist. His highness immediately after seeing her ordered for a grand ceremony to make her his wife.
The ceremony went well until later that night, marysel being an assassin and witch, made some incantations and with the speed of light, she together with the king disappeared and appeared in a six feet deep hole. Immediately she turned to an anaconda and later took away the king's life by cutting off his head. For darkness was upon the land. But in a period of 10 minutes, light touched every part of the kingdom. For the king is dead.
When this news got to the villagers, there was great celebration in the land for the king was no more.
#review #Clarence
Lost and trapped in a hole six feet deep, the king screamed for help as no one could hear him. Few minutes later, an anaconda struggling to make her way to the whole where the king was.
King Ahmatep Okole was the greatest king there is. His voice was like the roar of a lion. Lives will be taken at the snap of his fingers. So great he was, yet a dictator. His people were no longer in support of him for the all wanted to overthrow him for his ruthlessness was becoming too much.
He was so great, even demons trembled at his feet.
Marysel, a beautiful maiden came to serve his highness. For she was so beautiful that his majesty couldn't resist. His highness immediately after seeing her ordered for a grand ceremony to make her his wife.
The ceremony went well until later that night, marysel being an assassin and witch, made some incantations and with the speed of light, she together with the king disappeared and appeared in a six feet deep hole. Immediately she turned to an anaconda and later took away the king's life by cutting off his head. For darkness was upon the land. But in a period of 10 minutes, light touched every part of the kingdom. For the king is dead.
When this news got to the villagers, there was great celebration in the land for the king was no more.
#review #Clarence
we’ve reached the edge of the cutting party.
this is the edge where you hate me—
—and where I hate you
—and where we glare at each other across our own little capsules of time,
one half of each memory just out of the others sight,
one half of each heart just out of the others reach,
and I say,
in all my misguided sense of good intention,
that I love you in that special little way that darkness loves the moon,
only ever yearning for your presence,
when I just want to consume.
#review
this is the edge where you hate me—
—and where I hate you
—and where we glare at each other across our own little capsules of time,
one half of each memory just out of the others sight,
one half of each heart just out of the others reach,
and I say,
in all my misguided sense of good intention,
that I love you in that special little way that darkness loves the moon,
only ever yearning for your presence,
when I just want to consume.
#review
Relativity
A tangled web of space and time,
meticulously crafted by patient time.
We have fallen because of gravity,
yet gravity wasn't there;
it was simply the web of space and time.
Clocks run slower everything seems fair,
In deeper gravitational wells.
He became more confident as he thought,
"Everything appears to be correct," she thought,
but it was all an illusion,
Is an object's gravity nothing more than a curvature?
We began to stray,
as the cosmos expand.
#review
A tangled web of space and time,
meticulously crafted by patient time.
We have fallen because of gravity,
yet gravity wasn't there;
it was simply the web of space and time.
Clocks run slower everything seems fair,
In deeper gravitational wells.
He became more confident as he thought,
"Everything appears to be correct," she thought,
but it was all an illusion,
Is an object's gravity nothing more than a curvature?
We began to stray,
as the cosmos expand.
#review
This story is very strange, it may not be for anyone else, but it is for me.... I have never been special in my life.But I can never forget that day of my simple, straight and boring life.
That day of 11th August has been written in golden letters in the book of my greasy life.
I was waiting for my train, although the train arrives on time but that day the train was 7 minutes late. But in India 7 minutes means nothing.. Well as soon as the train came, it took everyone to catch all the seats. I was one of them too.
As soon as I got a seat, that too with a window which was my choice.
I sat outside the window looking at the people, someone's purse was stolen and someone's cat was lost.
"Strange people..."
I thought and kept watching but then my eyes saw a girl
Seeing which "MashaAllah" came out of the mouth...
That girl was standing wearing a burqa with a bag in one hand and a photo in the other…..she had many questions in her eyes…. was looking for something and maybe she was pregnant too....sometimes some stranger in life People are very happy to meet, it seems as if we have some old relation with them.....
Well after 10 minutes the train started.
I was still looking at that girl, she stood on the same wake…. I could not stay, so I asked with a loud voice,
"You don't have anywhere to go? the train will leave."
He looked at me and said no with humbleness.
The train had left......
On the second morning I got up, brushed, made tea and sat down on the sofa after picking up the newspaper, one gulp of tea must have gone and hardly, that too came out, I was shocked because it was written in it.. ...
"" A woman wearing a burqa committed suicide by jumping in front of the train.
And this wasn't any other woman but she was the one I had seen yesterday, there was a photo beside her dead body and the same bag.
How strange, the one I saw yesterday was not in the world yet....
Maybe she had already come thinking,
That this train will take him to her real destination......
#review
That day of 11th August has been written in golden letters in the book of my greasy life.
I was waiting for my train, although the train arrives on time but that day the train was 7 minutes late. But in India 7 minutes means nothing.. Well as soon as the train came, it took everyone to catch all the seats. I was one of them too.
As soon as I got a seat, that too with a window which was my choice.
I sat outside the window looking at the people, someone's purse was stolen and someone's cat was lost.
"Strange people..."
I thought and kept watching but then my eyes saw a girl
Seeing which "MashaAllah" came out of the mouth...
That girl was standing wearing a burqa with a bag in one hand and a photo in the other…..she had many questions in her eyes…. was looking for something and maybe she was pregnant too....sometimes some stranger in life People are very happy to meet, it seems as if we have some old relation with them.....
Well after 10 minutes the train started.
I was still looking at that girl, she stood on the same wake…. I could not stay, so I asked with a loud voice,
"You don't have anywhere to go? the train will leave."
He looked at me and said no with humbleness.
The train had left......
On the second morning I got up, brushed, made tea and sat down on the sofa after picking up the newspaper, one gulp of tea must have gone and hardly, that too came out, I was shocked because it was written in it.. ...
"" A woman wearing a burqa committed suicide by jumping in front of the train.
And this wasn't any other woman but she was the one I had seen yesterday, there was a photo beside her dead body and the same bag.
How strange, the one I saw yesterday was not in the world yet....
Maybe she had already come thinking,
That this train will take him to her real destination......
#review
This story is very strange, it may not be for anyone else, but it is for me.... I have never been special in my life.But I can never forget that day of my simple, straight and boring life.
That day of 11th August has been written in golden letters in the book of my greasy life.
I was waiting for my train, although the train arrives on time but that day the train was 7 minutes late. But in India 7 minutes means nothing.. Well as soon as the train came, it took everyone to catch all the seats. I was one of them too.
As soon as I got a seat, that too with a window which was my choice.
I sat outside the window looking at the people, someone's purse was stolen and someone's cat was lost.
"Strange people..."
I thought and kept watching but then my eyes saw a girl
Seeing which "MashaAllah" came out of the mouth...
That girl was standing wearing a burqa with a bag in one hand and a photo in the other…..she had many questions in her eyes…. was looking for something and maybe she was pregnant too....sometimes some stranger in life People are very happy to meet, it seems as if we have some old relation with them.....
Well after 10 minutes the train started.
I was still looking at that girl, she stood on the same wake…. I could not stay, so I asked with a loud voice,
"You don't have anywhere to go? the train will leave."
He looked at me and said no with humbleness.
The train had left......
On the second morning I got up, brushed, made tea and sat down on the sofa after picking up the newspaper, one gulp of tea must have gone and hardly, that too came out, I was shocked because it was written in it.. ...
"" A woman wearing a burqa committed suicide by jumping in front of the train.
And this wasn't any other woman but she was the one I had seen yesterday, there was a photo beside her dead body and the same bag.
How strange, the one I saw yesterday was not in the world yet....
Maybe she had already come thinking,
That this train will take him to her real destination......
#review
That day of 11th August has been written in golden letters in the book of my greasy life.
I was waiting for my train, although the train arrives on time but that day the train was 7 minutes late. But in India 7 minutes means nothing.. Well as soon as the train came, it took everyone to catch all the seats. I was one of them too.
As soon as I got a seat, that too with a window which was my choice.
I sat outside the window looking at the people, someone's purse was stolen and someone's cat was lost.
"Strange people..."
I thought and kept watching but then my eyes saw a girl
Seeing which "MashaAllah" came out of the mouth...
That girl was standing wearing a burqa with a bag in one hand and a photo in the other…..she had many questions in her eyes…. was looking for something and maybe she was pregnant too....sometimes some stranger in life People are very happy to meet, it seems as if we have some old relation with them.....
Well after 10 minutes the train started.
I was still looking at that girl, she stood on the same wake…. I could not stay, so I asked with a loud voice,
"You don't have anywhere to go? the train will leave."
He looked at me and said no with humbleness.
The train had left......
On the second morning I got up, brushed, made tea and sat down on the sofa after picking up the newspaper, one gulp of tea must have gone and hardly, that too came out, I was shocked because it was written in it.. ...
"" A woman wearing a burqa committed suicide by jumping in front of the train.
And this wasn't any other woman but she was the one I had seen yesterday, there was a photo beside her dead body and the same bag.
How strange, the one I saw yesterday was not in the world yet....
Maybe she had already come thinking,
That this train will take him to her real destination......
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Silent Night
Staring at the moon
Wondering how it was made
The soft light
The unbothering silence
Echoing winds
Chasing down the roughness of the day
Clearing the way for a new day
Looking forward to brighten people's day
I look at the silent houses
The ones with light outside but inner darkness
Waiting for another day
For people to bring their darkness out
I then feel a cold breeze
Of all unreached goals of the day
The lost hopes
And all the disappointments
The breeze is too strong
It reaches out to my bones
But then I look at the stars
And I get embraced by the dreams yet to be true
Slowly I turn my back and head back in
For the night speaks a lot to those who listen
To those who don't
It is a silent night
By Price
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Staring at the moon
Wondering how it was made
The soft light
The unbothering silence
Echoing winds
Chasing down the roughness of the day
Clearing the way for a new day
Looking forward to brighten people's day
I look at the silent houses
The ones with light outside but inner darkness
Waiting for another day
For people to bring their darkness out
I then feel a cold breeze
Of all unreached goals of the day
The lost hopes
And all the disappointments
The breeze is too strong
It reaches out to my bones
But then I look at the stars
And I get embraced by the dreams yet to be true
Slowly I turn my back and head back in
For the night speaks a lot to those who listen
To those who don't
It is a silent night
By Price
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Quiet, cloudy and rainy night
There are those who see joy on this day, who see them sad
Who says it is the most beautiful days, or who says a dreary day and disappointment and one of the worst days?
This is how life does not always give you joy or sadness
One day you will be happy and one day you will be sad
Who is now asleep in slumber and deep sleep, and who is unable to sleep fights himself psychologically and physically
This is a beautiful, sad, and self-defeating life
But we always have hope in this life
Be sultan
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There are those who see joy on this day, who see them sad
Who says it is the most beautiful days, or who says a dreary day and disappointment and one of the worst days?
This is how life does not always give you joy or sadness
One day you will be happy and one day you will be sad
Who is now asleep in slumber and deep sleep, and who is unable to sleep fights himself psychologically and physically
This is a beautiful, sad, and self-defeating life
But we always have hope in this life
Be sultan
#review