Your Sight...
You came in my life like a blowing wind,
Took my heart to the shore like those flowing rills,
I saw your sight like a writer watches twilight,
In the midst of your eyes I attained pure delight...
You registered your name on the land of my heart,
You pierced my heart like a moving dart,
My being is mesmerised by your glowing fragrance,
Like a devotee raptured by God's reminiscence...
My entire being wants to assimilate in you,
Like a ripple on the surface of ocean,
The embers of my heart are revived by your shimmering sight,
Like living life again became worthwhile...
I am lost in you like sun and moon in eclipse,
I crave for your sight like a man begging for life,
Enchanting your name every moment like vedic hymns,
I want to be a devotee dissolving in your eyes and feel your mollifying vibes...
#san
#review
#poetry
You came in my life like a blowing wind,
Took my heart to the shore like those flowing rills,
I saw your sight like a writer watches twilight,
In the midst of your eyes I attained pure delight...
You registered your name on the land of my heart,
You pierced my heart like a moving dart,
My being is mesmerised by your glowing fragrance,
Like a devotee raptured by God's reminiscence...
My entire being wants to assimilate in you,
Like a ripple on the surface of ocean,
The embers of my heart are revived by your shimmering sight,
Like living life again became worthwhile...
I am lost in you like sun and moon in eclipse,
I crave for your sight like a man begging for life,
Enchanting your name every moment like vedic hymns,
I want to be a devotee dissolving in your eyes and feel your mollifying vibes...
#san
#review
#poetry
Pain
#review #poetry #Abhijit
I only wished for peace
From this life
I only wished to be happy
In the world of despair, demise
The strength to endure the suffering
Are no more in me
It’s like broken umbrella at rain
That’s the irony
Even the devil gives a chance for penance
For the sin of one
On the contrary life takes back
Somethings you never wanted to return
Broken from the very mind
One thinks and hears
While it is a parody
It’s the mind I truly fear
Still deep inside me there is one soul
Kindling like a charcoal
Longing for the peace
In search of my ultimate goal
#review #poetry #Abhijit
I only wished for peace
From this life
I only wished to be happy
In the world of despair, demise
The strength to endure the suffering
Are no more in me
It’s like broken umbrella at rain
That’s the irony
Even the devil gives a chance for penance
For the sin of one
On the contrary life takes back
Somethings you never wanted to return
Broken from the very mind
One thinks and hears
While it is a parody
It’s the mind I truly fear
Still deep inside me there is one soul
Kindling like a charcoal
Longing for the peace
In search of my ultimate goal
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#review #ad #article
Creating a Balance: Mental Health and Physical Fitness
We see that there is a huge emphasis put on physical fitness. Creating body images that are accepted and some that are not has shaped the perspective of today’s world. In this article, we shed light on the importance of a balance between mental health and physical fitness. We will give you some handheld tips to assist you while you find a middle ground to give mental health and physical fitness equal importance.
Why should there be a balance between mental health and physical fitness?
We are trained to be masters of our bodies, but never masters of our minds. We come with a pamphlet of instructions when what we really need is a manual. We are often taught that we run our lives, although we love to believe that it is scientifically proven that we do not!
Did we get your attention with that one? We are right! Our actions, both planned and unplanned, our wild spirit of spontaneity, and more, are all designed by experience, exposure, and perspective. Also, nothing is random.
So, how do you curb uncertainty?
Creating a balance between mental health and physical fitness can only be done by creating a way of life. These two elements should be incorporated into our lives. It should not be inserted, but rather a transformation or fusion should take place.
The manner in which this issue can be eliminated is by creating a steady pattern. This will help remove areas of daily challenges when motivation is down and your body and mind are not pumped up to do them.
This can be done by
Creating habits
Setting routines
Planning
Balancing
How to balance mental health and physical fitness?
#1 Walk as much as you journal
How to do it? In the morning, when there’s fresh air and quiet to take a walk in. We do not recommend that you walk miles every morning. Keep it short and brisk. A short 20-minute walk is more than sufficient to maintain a balance between mental health and physical fitness.
Physical benefits - Keeps you fit, gets your blood running.
Mental benefits - Clears your head, gives you thinking time.
#2 Play as much as you read
Choose a sport. This doesn't have to be every day. Instead, choose a few days in the week where you dedicate an hour to playing a sport. The goal here is not to make it to the Olympics but to allow you to clear your head, meet people, laugh, have fun, and most of all, move your body.
Physical benefits - Move your body, energise and revitalise.
Mentel benefits - Destress the mind, gives the cerebrum a break.
#3 Run as much as you meditate
Taking a short jog at the end of the day will not only tone your body, but give you the time to destress. We are aware that the day would have demanded a little more than what you could give, but you made it. Push yourself to physically make it to the end of the target. It teaches you to be persistent. Along with strengthening your mind.
Physical benefits - Moves your body, tones your body.
Mental benefits - Strengthens the mind in persistence, master discipline.
Bottomline
Maintaining a balance between physical health and mental fitness has a reciprocal effect. Physical fitness allows you to feel confident, have good self-esteem, and be aware of yourself. It removes the limitations and every opportunity that passes your way can be accepted because you will be in the right physical and mental state to accept it.
Conclusion
We have plenty more where this came from. In this article, we discussed the importance of maintaining a balance between mental health and physical fitness. Along with its importance, we also have the coinciding effects it has and the progress you will experience. Prowritist strongly believes in striking a balance between mental health and physical fitness.
Creating a Balance: Mental Health and Physical Fitness
We see that there is a huge emphasis put on physical fitness. Creating body images that are accepted and some that are not has shaped the perspective of today’s world. In this article, we shed light on the importance of a balance between mental health and physical fitness. We will give you some handheld tips to assist you while you find a middle ground to give mental health and physical fitness equal importance.
Why should there be a balance between mental health and physical fitness?
We are trained to be masters of our bodies, but never masters of our minds. We come with a pamphlet of instructions when what we really need is a manual. We are often taught that we run our lives, although we love to believe that it is scientifically proven that we do not!
Did we get your attention with that one? We are right! Our actions, both planned and unplanned, our wild spirit of spontaneity, and more, are all designed by experience, exposure, and perspective. Also, nothing is random.
So, how do you curb uncertainty?
Creating a balance between mental health and physical fitness can only be done by creating a way of life. These two elements should be incorporated into our lives. It should not be inserted, but rather a transformation or fusion should take place.
The manner in which this issue can be eliminated is by creating a steady pattern. This will help remove areas of daily challenges when motivation is down and your body and mind are not pumped up to do them.
This can be done by
Creating habits
Setting routines
Planning
Balancing
How to balance mental health and physical fitness?
#1 Walk as much as you journal
How to do it? In the morning, when there’s fresh air and quiet to take a walk in. We do not recommend that you walk miles every morning. Keep it short and brisk. A short 20-minute walk is more than sufficient to maintain a balance between mental health and physical fitness.
Physical benefits - Keeps you fit, gets your blood running.
Mental benefits - Clears your head, gives you thinking time.
#2 Play as much as you read
Choose a sport. This doesn't have to be every day. Instead, choose a few days in the week where you dedicate an hour to playing a sport. The goal here is not to make it to the Olympics but to allow you to clear your head, meet people, laugh, have fun, and most of all, move your body.
Physical benefits - Move your body, energise and revitalise.
Mentel benefits - Destress the mind, gives the cerebrum a break.
#3 Run as much as you meditate
Taking a short jog at the end of the day will not only tone your body, but give you the time to destress. We are aware that the day would have demanded a little more than what you could give, but you made it. Push yourself to physically make it to the end of the target. It teaches you to be persistent. Along with strengthening your mind.
Physical benefits - Moves your body, tones your body.
Mental benefits - Strengthens the mind in persistence, master discipline.
Bottomline
Maintaining a balance between physical health and mental fitness has a reciprocal effect. Physical fitness allows you to feel confident, have good self-esteem, and be aware of yourself. It removes the limitations and every opportunity that passes your way can be accepted because you will be in the right physical and mental state to accept it.
Conclusion
We have plenty more where this came from. In this article, we discussed the importance of maintaining a balance between mental health and physical fitness. Along with its importance, we also have the coinciding effects it has and the progress you will experience. Prowritist strongly believes in striking a balance between mental health and physical fitness.
"THE LAST MESSAGE"
Oh! poor soul you had time, but denied
Oh! poor your family you left behind
Oh! I envy those who could make amends
I envy Myself getting off your wrath
Is this the price for calmness
Or is this the deception of mahem
The old wise tree has shed
And the bird has lost it's egg
The heavy boxes are a burden now
But have to march out of house
The weaker ones would be thrown away
The stronger ones will find a way
My pain will never reach you
But who cares about that
So was your pain bigger
But it's me who is writing the poem
So don't haunt me with a new chapter
You don't have the power to make me read
I don't need your fake smiles anymore
Instead...., grace me with a good night sleep
#Einstestine #poetry #review
@SUAN25
Feelings can't be measured and compared.
A friend thinks of a last message for his dead friend in form of a poetry at his funeral who has committed suicide. Though he feels an unimaginable pain, he still thinks it's his parents right to be in most pain for the moment so he expressed himself in this poetry but still mention his family first, at the end he couldn't control his pain and tells him that it hurts him more than anyone.
Oh! poor soul you had time, but denied
Oh! poor your family you left behind
Oh! I envy those who could make amends
I envy Myself getting off your wrath
Is this the price for calmness
Or is this the deception of mahem
The old wise tree has shed
And the bird has lost it's egg
The heavy boxes are a burden now
But have to march out of house
The weaker ones would be thrown away
The stronger ones will find a way
My pain will never reach you
But who cares about that
So was your pain bigger
But it's me who is writing the poem
So don't haunt me with a new chapter
You don't have the power to make me read
I don't need your fake smiles anymore
Instead...., grace me with a good night sleep
#Einstestine #poetry #review
@SUAN25
Feelings can't be measured and compared.
A friend thinks of a last message for his dead friend in form of a poetry at his funeral who has committed suicide. Though he feels an unimaginable pain, he still thinks it's his parents right to be in most pain for the moment so he expressed himself in this poetry but still mention his family first, at the end he couldn't control his pain and tells him that it hurts him more than anyone.
The Night.
The night is longer,
Longer than a distance,
From here to there,
Where you are!.
I can't sleep,
I can't sleep,
I'm stuck watching the picture of you,
The moon laughs at me for the whole night,
The stars stare at me whether i am right,
Can i be right?,
For all those days,
That you're out of my sight?.
Can i?.
No!, you don't have to worry,
It's my mistake, and hereby SORRY!.
#poetry
#review
#sbm
The night is longer,
Longer than a distance,
From here to there,
Where you are!.
I can't sleep,
I can't sleep,
I'm stuck watching the picture of you,
The moon laughs at me for the whole night,
The stars stare at me whether i am right,
Can i be right?,
For all those days,
That you're out of my sight?.
Can i?.
No!, you don't have to worry,
It's my mistake, and hereby SORRY!.
#poetry
#review
#sbm
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I lie in bed by night
Wondering if I could have
Just one feel of the universe
Having just one thing working in
My favor.
I lie in bed by night
To feel the war scars across my
Heart, war scars I got from
Being life's strongest soldier
I look on, on how
I dived into the trenches of life
Head first, and I as a soldier of life
I found my way to the war front
I look on, on how
I was ready to shoot any opponent
How I held my gun filled with bullets of love
Trying to love my opponent into giving up
On their pursuit to ruin me
I look on, on how
Every duck and dive I omitted
Placed me deeper in the trenches of war
I gave my opponents more grace
I look on, to see how
I lost myself in the war
How it all started with me losing my mind
Then I turned into the scars I would
Never inflict on my opponents
Now, I lie in bed by night
Counting each scar as a step closer
To my death.
#Review
Wondering if I could have
Just one feel of the universe
Having just one thing working in
My favor.
I lie in bed by night
To feel the war scars across my
Heart, war scars I got from
Being life's strongest soldier
I look on, on how
I dived into the trenches of life
Head first, and I as a soldier of life
I found my way to the war front
I look on, on how
I was ready to shoot any opponent
How I held my gun filled with bullets of love
Trying to love my opponent into giving up
On their pursuit to ruin me
I look on, on how
Every duck and dive I omitted
Placed me deeper in the trenches of war
I gave my opponents more grace
I look on, to see how
I lost myself in the war
How it all started with me losing my mind
Then I turned into the scars I would
Never inflict on my opponents
Now, I lie in bed by night
Counting each scar as a step closer
To my death.
#Review
A free mind
Like the perfect fire/
Like spotless jasmine/
Like a tree without a will/
Like a pure swan /
Like a dove of peace /
Like the wind that blows/
It is like a power of giving birth like water
#review
Like the perfect fire/
Like spotless jasmine/
Like a tree without a will/
Like a pure swan /
Like a dove of peace /
Like the wind that blows/
It is like a power of giving birth like water
#review
Hello guys, please can you review the blurb/summary of my book 'Mystical Mutant'
If you liked it you can find it on wattpad @kikibtsstan
BLURB
Several years ago, legend had it that only two mystical creatures existed in the world. The Elevanas and the Glorindians.
They lived together in peace for decades until the day that the Glorindians claimed to be more powerful and superior than the Elevanas. It caused the leaders of the clans to create boundaries between them.
"Who dares fight science with nature?" The Glorindians boasted.
On the other hand, the Elevanas were certain they were stronger. Nature is like a masked devil, so beautiful yet so deadly.
...
A terrible war wiped out the entire species. But there was a survivor, and her name was Fiona.
She must overcome all obstacles to live a normal life forever in the human world.
But the question is,
How long can she hide? How long can she keep this up? How long can she keep pretending to be something she's not? How long is forever?
#review
If you liked it you can find it on wattpad @kikibtsstan
BLURB
Several years ago, legend had it that only two mystical creatures existed in the world. The Elevanas and the Glorindians.
They lived together in peace for decades until the day that the Glorindians claimed to be more powerful and superior than the Elevanas. It caused the leaders of the clans to create boundaries between them.
"Who dares fight science with nature?" The Glorindians boasted.
On the other hand, the Elevanas were certain they were stronger. Nature is like a masked devil, so beautiful yet so deadly.
...
A terrible war wiped out the entire species. But there was a survivor, and her name was Fiona.
She must overcome all obstacles to live a normal life forever in the human world.
But the question is,
How long can she hide? How long can she keep this up? How long can she keep pretending to be something she's not? How long is forever?
#review
The Freely Eagle...
Oops Conditons Applied.
what's life ?
Happines today in journey, there might be a Sad turn tomorrow.
Slipped if on that turn, just stand smile and move ahead.
That's what a life for me.
Oblivious about what's gonna happen fews day ahead, was enjoying his journey of life fully.
Like a free fierce Eagle at high above the Limit less sky.
Boards were going on, and he was blindfolded by the next twist waiting for him.
Someone was waiting to gain his love, in the mid of his boards.
who..? Some call her/him Danger, Dead end, life threatening, etc. But the Common name was
Cancer. Yes!!!
Was unknown about it and flying high in his journery of life. That turn came, was encountered too.
The moment he got to know. His wings were cut, and the Eagle was Caged.
All the dreams, aims, were shattered.
Like all his hopes were slaughtered.
Was Broken, hurted, and lost all the hopes.
Bacause, he was still and Fierce Eagle; but wiith conditions applied,
Who used to jump and Run, was now caged where he can just walk.
Who dreamt of many things, but was caged because he wasn't able to do of his wish,
But still, he dealed with it. Accepted the long life inprisonment of conditions applied.
If not the aims and dreams hi choosed, then
He went by making new dreams of he can.
If not sports and physical activities anymore
He went with Pen as his Passion.
Not the Happiness he used to dream of
But by happiness of bringing best of his words.
Yeah, it's my life like a caged bird now,
But if are caged by conditions or sort of same. It isn't mean you can't fly anymore.
Have faith and believe in you, and just have a take off with the cage of conditions with you above the Sky.
#sc
#review
#shortstory
@the_critpic_hunter
Oops Conditons Applied.
what's life ?
Happines today in journey, there might be a Sad turn tomorrow.
Slipped if on that turn, just stand smile and move ahead.
That's what a life for me.
Oblivious about what's gonna happen fews day ahead, was enjoying his journey of life fully.
Like a free fierce Eagle at high above the Limit less sky.
Boards were going on, and he was blindfolded by the next twist waiting for him.
Someone was waiting to gain his love, in the mid of his boards.
who..? Some call her/him Danger, Dead end, life threatening, etc. But the Common name was
Cancer. Yes!!!
Was unknown about it and flying high in his journery of life. That turn came, was encountered too.
The moment he got to know. His wings were cut, and the Eagle was Caged.
All the dreams, aims, were shattered.
Like all his hopes were slaughtered.
Was Broken, hurted, and lost all the hopes.
Bacause, he was still and Fierce Eagle; but wiith conditions applied,
Who used to jump and Run, was now caged where he can just walk.
Who dreamt of many things, but was caged because he wasn't able to do of his wish,
But still, he dealed with it. Accepted the long life inprisonment of conditions applied.
If not the aims and dreams hi choosed, then
He went by making new dreams of he can.
If not sports and physical activities anymore
He went with Pen as his Passion.
Not the Happiness he used to dream of
But by happiness of bringing best of his words.
Yeah, it's my life like a caged bird now,
But if are caged by conditions or sort of same. It isn't mean you can't fly anymore.
Have faith and believe in you, and just have a take off with the cage of conditions with you above the Sky.
#sc
#review
#shortstory
@the_critpic_hunter
Author's note: I wrote this story as part of a challenge to write suspense-thriller-horror in 1000 words.
Guilty Conscience
Part 1
The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his knees shaking like jelly. Then he faces his arch enemy, the door to his study room. Finneas's study room is located in the darkest part of the house, even in the day time there is no natural light here. Finneas stops right outside and looks over his shoulder, his whole being trembling with the fear of unknown. "Relax, you are just overreacting, there's nothing here." He solaces himself and pushes the door only half way through. The darkness inside the room overwhelms him and the courage in him dies, he couldn't tell if he is being coward or careful; afterall, those who are too brave die first in horror movies. He discards the thought and with trembling hands searches for the light switch in the darkness located right beside the gate. He makes it a point to not set a foot inside before light is turned on. He does it with such anxiety as though he has put his hand inside a hungry lion's mouth. He sighs audibly with relief when finally, he reaches the switch he wanted to turn on. His heart still hammering inside his chest he steps inside the room almost reluctantly, he avoids glancing at the mirror for the fear of finding anything around him that he couldn't bear to see. Finally, he starts studying almost simultaneously cursing his parents to have left him alone for a week and they are due to come only after two days. Hours pass, he forgets his fear and immerses himself in studying, the silence, the paranoia, everything is forgotten.
He almost falls backwards with his chair on the sound of a loud crack coming from the cupboard that sits beside his table. He holds his heart, racing faster than any F1 car, his lungs contract. With bated breath he looks apprehensively towards the cupboard for a while, no other sound issues. "Old cupboard are like that, it could be a r-rat o-o-o-or could be wood cracking, t-t-that happens with old wood all t-too often" he talks loudly with himself trying to suppress the silence lingering after the loud noise. The lights go out, there is nothing else left to do, his legs shiver and he runs but where!? The door is locked, he bangs on the door, pushes and pulls but it's hopelessly shut.
“Going somewhere?" The voice asks him from behind, but how!? He was alone in the room, in the house! He looks behind him, terror clutching at his insides like a fist of steel. His knees give out when he sees a broad figure standing in front of him, the scar on her face glinting like lava in the dark. "Please. I'm sorry," he begs "I didn't know....." his voice trembles. "I begged you same way."
#tm #review #shortstory
Guilty Conscience
Part 1
The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his knees shaking like jelly. Then he faces his arch enemy, the door to his study room. Finneas's study room is located in the darkest part of the house, even in the day time there is no natural light here. Finneas stops right outside and looks over his shoulder, his whole being trembling with the fear of unknown. "Relax, you are just overreacting, there's nothing here." He solaces himself and pushes the door only half way through. The darkness inside the room overwhelms him and the courage in him dies, he couldn't tell if he is being coward or careful; afterall, those who are too brave die first in horror movies. He discards the thought and with trembling hands searches for the light switch in the darkness located right beside the gate. He makes it a point to not set a foot inside before light is turned on. He does it with such anxiety as though he has put his hand inside a hungry lion's mouth. He sighs audibly with relief when finally, he reaches the switch he wanted to turn on. His heart still hammering inside his chest he steps inside the room almost reluctantly, he avoids glancing at the mirror for the fear of finding anything around him that he couldn't bear to see. Finally, he starts studying almost simultaneously cursing his parents to have left him alone for a week and they are due to come only after two days. Hours pass, he forgets his fear and immerses himself in studying, the silence, the paranoia, everything is forgotten.
He almost falls backwards with his chair on the sound of a loud crack coming from the cupboard that sits beside his table. He holds his heart, racing faster than any F1 car, his lungs contract. With bated breath he looks apprehensively towards the cupboard for a while, no other sound issues. "Old cupboard are like that, it could be a r-rat o-o-o-or could be wood cracking, t-t-that happens with old wood all t-too often" he talks loudly with himself trying to suppress the silence lingering after the loud noise. The lights go out, there is nothing else left to do, his legs shiver and he runs but where!? The door is locked, he bangs on the door, pushes and pulls but it's hopelessly shut.
“Going somewhere?" The voice asks him from behind, but how!? He was alone in the room, in the house! He looks behind him, terror clutching at his insides like a fist of steel. His knees give out when he sees a broad figure standing in front of him, the scar on her face glinting like lava in the dark. "Please. I'm sorry," he begs "I didn't know....." his voice trembles. "I begged you same way."
#tm #review #shortstory
Kashmir Files
Yesterday I went to watch a movie in cinema. I was very excited for this movie as I’ve been waiting for it for almost 6 months now. ‘Kashmiri Files’ the name numbs me. Somehow, I gathered my courage, convinced my family members and friends to take out time and watch this movie with me. I’m a very sensitive person so throughout the way to the cinema hall, I kept reassuring myself “I’m strong, I must not cry”. We reached the cinema hall 10minutes late but what I saw there in the hall took away my heart. People standing up for two minutes in silence for Kashmiri Hindus who lost their lives. The movie started. It was just a few minutes into the movie and I was able to relate myself with the characters. No one moved, not even for a second for the rest of the first half. It was intermission but to my surprise there was no noisy long queue on food counter of the theatre. Nobody talking a word. Terrified and shocked, people were just looking at each other. Viewers who got their snacks before the movie, in all probability, couldn't eat as I could see trays with almost untouched food. The second half of the movie began. I didn’t have a single tear in my eyes yet but yes I was sad and terrified. The second half brought tears to the eyes of every person present in the theatre. There was a young man sitting beside me. He was almost my age and had come with her mother to watch the movie. I couldn’t help myself from seeing his mother crying throughout the second half. Tears fall of her eyes every two seconds. Those were tears of pain and persecution faced by our ancestors. The young man passed his handkerchief to his mother and helped her wipe her tears. The movie was about to end. Each and every person in the theatre got goosebumps. Everybody was crying. Everybody could relate themselves and the stories they had heard from their parents about Kashmir and how they were forced to leave their home. It was not a movie, it was reality. People had started leaving the theatre. The mother of the young man was still crying. He hugged his mother. His mother told him how his Mama (mother’s brother) was killed in a similar way to the character in the movie. The young man got shocked and numbed. So was I when I listened to the words the young man spoke next. He said “Maa, I had a Mama too?” He was never told by his mother about his Mama who was killed so that he never suffers the trauma which they suffered
#review #truestory #sid07.xo
Yesterday I went to watch a movie in cinema. I was very excited for this movie as I’ve been waiting for it for almost 6 months now. ‘Kashmiri Files’ the name numbs me. Somehow, I gathered my courage, convinced my family members and friends to take out time and watch this movie with me. I’m a very sensitive person so throughout the way to the cinema hall, I kept reassuring myself “I’m strong, I must not cry”. We reached the cinema hall 10minutes late but what I saw there in the hall took away my heart. People standing up for two minutes in silence for Kashmiri Hindus who lost their lives. The movie started. It was just a few minutes into the movie and I was able to relate myself with the characters. No one moved, not even for a second for the rest of the first half. It was intermission but to my surprise there was no noisy long queue on food counter of the theatre. Nobody talking a word. Terrified and shocked, people were just looking at each other. Viewers who got their snacks before the movie, in all probability, couldn't eat as I could see trays with almost untouched food. The second half of the movie began. I didn’t have a single tear in my eyes yet but yes I was sad and terrified. The second half brought tears to the eyes of every person present in the theatre. There was a young man sitting beside me. He was almost my age and had come with her mother to watch the movie. I couldn’t help myself from seeing his mother crying throughout the second half. Tears fall of her eyes every two seconds. Those were tears of pain and persecution faced by our ancestors. The young man passed his handkerchief to his mother and helped her wipe her tears. The movie was about to end. Each and every person in the theatre got goosebumps. Everybody was crying. Everybody could relate themselves and the stories they had heard from their parents about Kashmir and how they were forced to leave their home. It was not a movie, it was reality. People had started leaving the theatre. The mother of the young man was still crying. He hugged his mother. His mother told him how his Mama (mother’s brother) was killed in a similar way to the character in the movie. The young man got shocked and numbed. So was I when I listened to the words the young man spoke next. He said “Maa, I had a Mama too?” He was never told by his mother about his Mama who was killed so that he never suffers the trauma which they suffered
#review #truestory #sid07.xo
At the Word end
At journey unending
Left them aside
For a while
More like forever
Why does avoiding creates peace
That peace curdles heart
Into broken glass and salty waters
Unto spirit apart from me
Might the silence breaks away
Parts by parts what's left of me
At where the end lies
Meet me when the sun dies
What is more unloved than the lonely sky
And I swim through my avoidance
Ignorant life
What is more unfinished than the artist's work
Disappointment at the eyes of them
Who is me, i might die yet not know
#review #poetry
At journey unending
Left them aside
For a while
More like forever
Why does avoiding creates peace
That peace curdles heart
Into broken glass and salty waters
Unto spirit apart from me
Might the silence breaks away
Parts by parts what's left of me
At where the end lies
Meet me when the sun dies
What is more unloved than the lonely sky
And I swim through my avoidance
Ignorant life
What is more unfinished than the artist's work
Disappointment at the eyes of them
Who is me, i might die yet not know
#review #poetry
#iam a writer. It took me almost 40yrs of life on this planet before I owned that sentence. I thought because I wasn't published I couldn't claim to be a writer. Funny how our minds can be a bastard sometimes 😂
How to fall in love with you, the person created after the likeness of God.
I will never have all the answers. None of us will. I know The One who does and your church is not where He meets me. Trust me, I will die on this hill. Uncertainty we can be certain of. Be not afraid of the uncomfortable truth, swallow her like a pill. What did I have to kill? Ego, myself, I died to self. Flew away like a dove once I set her free. A dove released while loved ones grieve. You see the truth shall set you free. Owning truth, but a price gets paid. My heart becomes home to hand grenades. They say grieving is just misplaced love. They also say time heals, but time doesn't heal at all, it just teaches us how to stand tall.
-Ms. Jennifer W.
#jenniferw #review
How to fall in love with you, the person created after the likeness of God.
I will never have all the answers. None of us will. I know The One who does and your church is not where He meets me. Trust me, I will die on this hill. Uncertainty we can be certain of. Be not afraid of the uncomfortable truth, swallow her like a pill. What did I have to kill? Ego, myself, I died to self. Flew away like a dove once I set her free. A dove released while loved ones grieve. You see the truth shall set you free. Owning truth, but a price gets paid. My heart becomes home to hand grenades. They say grieving is just misplaced love. They also say time heals, but time doesn't heal at all, it just teaches us how to stand tall.
-Ms. Jennifer W.
#jenniferw #review
#review #salonikulkarni
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And in his soft eyes
I saw the starry sparkling night.
Twinkling with a warm love
Wrapping me in his glow.
With his smile
He spoke a thousand words unsaid
His blond hair and blue eyes
Make me weaker in the knees
I want to be right beside him
Through everything, together
I can say I love him
I'll say it a million times
And it still won't capture
What my heart feels.
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And in his soft eyes
I saw the starry sparkling night.
Twinkling with a warm love
Wrapping me in his glow.
With his smile
He spoke a thousand words unsaid
His blond hair and blue eyes
Make me weaker in the knees
I want to be right beside him
Through everything, together
I can say I love him
I'll say it a million times
And it still won't capture
What my heart feels.
#review #passionada #poetry
Game Over
Nothing lasts forever
If memory serves correct
Memories of what happened
I finally forget
The details won’t really matter
There’s nothing to correct
Holding rules of a cruel
Game over me
Game over you
Well it’s done
And there’s nothing left to be won
No moves to be made all dragons are slain
And a new day calls for omissions
Game Over
Nothing lasts forever
If memory serves correct
Memories of what happened
I finally forget
The details won’t really matter
There’s nothing to correct
Holding rules of a cruel
Game over me
Game over you
Well it’s done
And there’s nothing left to be won
No moves to be made all dragons are slain
And a new day calls for omissions
A Dried leaf
#poetry #review #Abhijit
Once I was a tiny leaf,
Under my parent’s arms.
I was lucky to have a family.
They guided me in journey of life I was about to embark.
I saw my father work every day on the hot sun,
My mother nurtured me dearly.
As I grew, I made friends.
That was the time when for me life made sense.
One of my friends was a flower,
Then she became a fruit.
I watch in wonder the ripening of her,
But then she was taken from me as a loot.
A part of me disappeared that day,
Into the abyss of sadness.
Now her smile woke me in my dreams,
And drove me to madness.
And then one day a person came,
With scissor in his hand.
He cut my parents into half.
That day I cried, until dew drops over me dried.
As the humans smiled and laughed,
While my soul died.
Slowly and steadily I turned yellow,
Withered and crumbled I was,
But then I was happy for myself.
Happy because I will find peace,
Peace of death after all.
#poetry #review #Abhijit
Once I was a tiny leaf,
Under my parent’s arms.
I was lucky to have a family.
They guided me in journey of life I was about to embark.
I saw my father work every day on the hot sun,
My mother nurtured me dearly.
As I grew, I made friends.
That was the time when for me life made sense.
One of my friends was a flower,
Then she became a fruit.
I watch in wonder the ripening of her,
But then she was taken from me as a loot.
A part of me disappeared that day,
Into the abyss of sadness.
Now her smile woke me in my dreams,
And drove me to madness.
And then one day a person came,
With scissor in his hand.
He cut my parents into half.
That day I cried, until dew drops over me dried.
As the humans smiled and laughed,
While my soul died.
Slowly and steadily I turned yellow,
Withered and crumbled I was,
But then I was happy for myself.
Happy because I will find peace,
Peace of death after all.
#review #wolfboy
Wolf boy
The wolf boy as I call him, whispered softly in my ears, “Iive” I immediately understood his last wish. As much as I wanted to unleash him from the straps, I couldn’t bear to loose the unborn child I carried in my belly and as I stood there sobbing uncontrollably, he bent his head low as if to stop himself from looking at my pathetic state.
“Leave now!” he groans when he sees his captive ,walking towards us with a spear in hand.
The captive closes in, visibly angry.
“Leave her alone!” Adel yelled catching my attention but it was too late. The captive had already got hold of my wrist and strangling my tiny neck.
I started choking in anguish, clutching my free hand on my stomach for support.
“I thought I warned you to keep put!” Another captive with blond hair appeared from the cottage. Adel who is already nearing transformation broke free from the straps much to their dismay, tearing into the captive with the spear while he screamed in pain. Blood from his arm and thigh gushes out while I looked on. The sight was too much for me as I turned away for
him to finish him up.
The transformation is complete and I looked at
him in admiration. He was beautiful in his dark coat of fur and I bent down to stroke them. “You’re beautiful” I said with passion and he nodded in acknowledgement.
The first captive was already gone and his spear was lying on the ground.
“I thought I had lost you and our pup....” he says sadly, raising his concerned after transforming back to human.
I kiss him jokingly, locking lips with him briefly.
But he is more concerned about my pregnancy.
“This pup needs to survive Pamela”
It was always about the child. Always about how his family is eager to welcome it and it want a normal child. His family wasn’t normal but I have always felt their hostility towards me especially after Adel announced his love for me.
To be honest, I had expected everything to change after I got pregnant.
And it did.
He sees me less and less, sometimes ignoring my frantic calls.
And I came to the realization that he had spilt the love he had for me into two. You guessed it. One for me and the other for his unborn child.
I remember one night I had to complain bitterly to him concerning his attitude towards me but now it feels like it’s in the past as I stare at him in the eye clearly admiring his godly looks. He looks charming with sharp features and a toned stoned body and being a werewolf didn’t help. Meanwhile, I am petite and from what I have heard from people, they say I look like a goddess with my v-shaped face and totally white skin and hair. Yes I had white hair and it’s not surprising since I have lived in Iceland ever since I was born.
I am not a supernatural being of any sort, I just look like this and ever since my dad and I moved to caveland, I had adjusted perfectly fine except I was stalked continuously for a week in my final year of high school but I will talk about that later. A pretty embarrassing and disturbing event.
“Let’s go back” He kisses my forehead urging me onto the dark path towards the forest where his family lives.
Wolf boy
The wolf boy as I call him, whispered softly in my ears, “Iive” I immediately understood his last wish. As much as I wanted to unleash him from the straps, I couldn’t bear to loose the unborn child I carried in my belly and as I stood there sobbing uncontrollably, he bent his head low as if to stop himself from looking at my pathetic state.
“Leave now!” he groans when he sees his captive ,walking towards us with a spear in hand.
The captive closes in, visibly angry.
“Leave her alone!” Adel yelled catching my attention but it was too late. The captive had already got hold of my wrist and strangling my tiny neck.
I started choking in anguish, clutching my free hand on my stomach for support.
“I thought I warned you to keep put!” Another captive with blond hair appeared from the cottage. Adel who is already nearing transformation broke free from the straps much to their dismay, tearing into the captive with the spear while he screamed in pain. Blood from his arm and thigh gushes out while I looked on. The sight was too much for me as I turned away for
him to finish him up.
The transformation is complete and I looked at
him in admiration. He was beautiful in his dark coat of fur and I bent down to stroke them. “You’re beautiful” I said with passion and he nodded in acknowledgement.
The first captive was already gone and his spear was lying on the ground.
“I thought I had lost you and our pup....” he says sadly, raising his concerned after transforming back to human.
I kiss him jokingly, locking lips with him briefly.
But he is more concerned about my pregnancy.
“This pup needs to survive Pamela”
It was always about the child. Always about how his family is eager to welcome it and it want a normal child. His family wasn’t normal but I have always felt their hostility towards me especially after Adel announced his love for me.
To be honest, I had expected everything to change after I got pregnant.
And it did.
He sees me less and less, sometimes ignoring my frantic calls.
And I came to the realization that he had spilt the love he had for me into two. You guessed it. One for me and the other for his unborn child.
I remember one night I had to complain bitterly to him concerning his attitude towards me but now it feels like it’s in the past as I stare at him in the eye clearly admiring his godly looks. He looks charming with sharp features and a toned stoned body and being a werewolf didn’t help. Meanwhile, I am petite and from what I have heard from people, they say I look like a goddess with my v-shaped face and totally white skin and hair. Yes I had white hair and it’s not surprising since I have lived in Iceland ever since I was born.
I am not a supernatural being of any sort, I just look like this and ever since my dad and I moved to caveland, I had adjusted perfectly fine except I was stalked continuously for a week in my final year of high school but I will talk about that later. A pretty embarrassing and disturbing event.
“Let’s go back” He kisses my forehead urging me onto the dark path towards the forest where his family lives.
#review
A heartbreaker
Nothing beats a woman who wants to take revenge on a heart breaker. However, it was too late regardless of what I wanted to do. As I lay on my bed thinking back to the day before. I was an idiot. I couldn’t stop him. Not when I had dreamt of it happening numerously. But it turns out, he wanted one thing. Sadly, I let him take it and after we were done, he took out a cigarette, and smoked it while looking anywhere but my sorry figure. He then requested that I forget what had just happened between us.
A heartbreaker
Nothing beats a woman who wants to take revenge on a heart breaker. However, it was too late regardless of what I wanted to do. As I lay on my bed thinking back to the day before. I was an idiot. I couldn’t stop him. Not when I had dreamt of it happening numerously. But it turns out, he wanted one thing. Sadly, I let him take it and after we were done, he took out a cigarette, and smoked it while looking anywhere but my sorry figure. He then requested that I forget what had just happened between us.