#review #poetry #loftymuse
Goodnight
Goodnight chickens
Goodnight numbers
I'll count you all again
In the morning
And if it was any wonder of yours
It was mine too
Still
I chose to slumber
To find my rest
No pillow
No breast
Only solitude to console me
And so
And so again I would go
A far away place
Not in space
Or time
Though it helps
To be alone
Like the ones who
So desperately crave
To be alone
But first
To find someone
To be alone with
This search that drives
So many around the bend
It must be like the Truth
To know anything at all
You must begin by forgetting
Everything
So everything can find you
In the End
Goodnight
Goodnight chickens
Goodnight numbers
I'll count you all again
In the morning
And if it was any wonder of yours
It was mine too
Still
I chose to slumber
To find my rest
No pillow
No breast
Only solitude to console me
And so
And so again I would go
A far away place
Not in space
Or time
Though it helps
To be alone
Like the ones who
So desperately crave
To be alone
But first
To find someone
To be alone with
This search that drives
So many around the bend
It must be like the Truth
To know anything at all
You must begin by forgetting
Everything
So everything can find you
In the End
Waking up in the morning
To the freshly brewed aroma
Drawing the curtains
To invite the bliss around
Blinded by the shining sun
Deftly chasing away the darkness in and out
Musing about the day before
Dreaming about the one ahead
I relish in the flush of daylight
Weaving it's path in all it's rite
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#pooj
#poetry
To the freshly brewed aroma
Drawing the curtains
To invite the bliss around
Blinded by the shining sun
Deftly chasing away the darkness in and out
Musing about the day before
Dreaming about the one ahead
I relish in the flush of daylight
Weaving it's path in all it's rite
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#pooj
#poetry
[Untitled]
If I could take your hand
Steal you away and elope
To a life filled with dreams and hopes
Darling you know I would.
If I could follow you around
Even if in circles we go round and round
Darling you know I would.
If I could take you on a cruise
On an infinite ocean of the universe
Darling we could live peacefully
Because amongst the stars is a wonderful place to be.
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If I could take your hand
Steal you away and elope
To a life filled with dreams and hopes
Darling you know I would.
If I could follow you around
Even if in circles we go round and round
Darling you know I would.
If I could take you on a cruise
On an infinite ocean of the universe
Darling we could live peacefully
Because amongst the stars is a wonderful place to be.
#review #salonikulkarni #poetry
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[Randomness]
Still remember the day we met.
My heart was saying all these things.
It never meant.
As I was watching you, I was dying in your debt.
Those black earrings,
Killing me like a cigerrate,
You were sitting in that cafe.
Drinking your coffee sip by sip,
Ignoring the redness on the cup and my cheeks, due to your lips.
(Had to repost this, as it was deleted by bot :/ )
#poetry #review #asthir
Still remember the day we met.
My heart was saying all these things.
It never meant.
As I was watching you, I was dying in your debt.
Those black earrings,
Killing me like a cigerrate,
You were sitting in that cafe.
Drinking your coffee sip by sip,
Ignoring the redness on the cup and my cheeks, due to your lips.
(Had to repost this, as it was deleted by bot :/ )
#poetry #review #asthir
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Łøve øf mÿ lìfe
You're the absolute perfection with much to commend,
With utterly no flaws in u there's nothing to amend.
I'd hand over the world my resignation,
Staying in your arms would be my only designation.
That angelic beauty,that great charm to which no one could resist,
Such the addiction which continues to exist.
The rare gem which only few deserved,
Glad to have got it which needs to be preserved.
Love wasn't my thing until I found u and started it to embrace,
You're the one on whom I could rely upon for solace.
Wish to have u along with me in my every single birth,
To me such is your worth.
Wish to give u happiness of my part,
Not possible to stay even for a second from u apart.
#review #San #poetry
You're the absolute perfection with much to commend,
With utterly no flaws in u there's nothing to amend.
I'd hand over the world my resignation,
Staying in your arms would be my only designation.
That angelic beauty,that great charm to which no one could resist,
Such the addiction which continues to exist.
The rare gem which only few deserved,
Glad to have got it which needs to be preserved.
Love wasn't my thing until I found u and started it to embrace,
You're the one on whom I could rely upon for solace.
Wish to have u along with me in my every single birth,
To me such is your worth.
Wish to give u happiness of my part,
Not possible to stay even for a second from u apart.
#review #San #poetry
{My last song}
she said to me ,
"why don't you write anything for me?"
" we are friends na thats why," i said
That was 3 weeks before i told her how i felt for her.
She said no.
I felt something different,
I...felt like crying, tearing me apart
Uh..those tears..
Broken, sad , started writing for her..
Without her..
Wrote about her hairs,
Maybe she still cares?
Wrote about her eyes,
Oh those little lies,
Wrote about her lips,
Deleted our clips from school trips,
Wrote about her smile,
It's been a while,
Then after some years ,
She saw me through the window of social media,
Broken me posting sad poetry,
Only if i could undo,
Loving she asked
"you write so well, but for who?"
(Fictional)
#review #poetry #asthir
she said to me ,
"why don't you write anything for me?"
" we are friends na thats why," i said
That was 3 weeks before i told her how i felt for her.
She said no.
I felt something different,
I...felt like crying, tearing me apart
Uh..those tears..
Broken, sad , started writing for her..
Without her..
Wrote about her hairs,
Maybe she still cares?
Wrote about her eyes,
Oh those little lies,
Wrote about her lips,
Deleted our clips from school trips,
Wrote about her smile,
It's been a while,
Then after some years ,
She saw me through the window of social media,
Broken me posting sad poetry,
Only if i could undo,
Loving she asked
"you write so well, but for who?"
(Fictional)
#review #poetry #asthir
SWEET MORNING HUSH
Out of the suffocating crowd,
When I'm all alone at last.
I put off everything I wore for the world,
My clothes and my mask.
I look at the mirror on my bathroom wall,
I find myself all alone,
Lying with my mind at ease,
On the cold bathroom floor.
I look at my reflection painted on the mirror,
Utterly beautiful yet so painful.
My eyes filled with pouring grace,
That's healing yet baneful.
I run my fingers through my short hair,
And then to my high held neck.
I look at the eternal womanly beauty,
Residing on my flesh.
I looked at the stars like marks on my back,
My own beautiful constellation.
You might have not seen them,
Actually, they don't like much invasion.
My sight melts down to my legs,
Long, symmetric and freshly shaved.
Yet some wounds on them appear so clear,
Like memories peeking out that earlier encaved.
And as I caress my legs my focus,
Suddenly shifts on my left arm,
That have beautiful parallel lines engraved,
Possessing an unignorable charm.
And I sit there in complete silence,
Hearing the voices inside my head,
Admiring the womanly beauty I've got,
On both sides of my flesh,
The morning light barges in from the little window,
Making my pinks and browns of my skin glow,
Reminding me I have to put the clothes and masks again.
It's morning so it's time to go.
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#mans
Out of the suffocating crowd,
When I'm all alone at last.
I put off everything I wore for the world,
My clothes and my mask.
I look at the mirror on my bathroom wall,
I find myself all alone,
Lying with my mind at ease,
On the cold bathroom floor.
I look at my reflection painted on the mirror,
Utterly beautiful yet so painful.
My eyes filled with pouring grace,
That's healing yet baneful.
I run my fingers through my short hair,
And then to my high held neck.
I look at the eternal womanly beauty,
Residing on my flesh.
I looked at the stars like marks on my back,
My own beautiful constellation.
You might have not seen them,
Actually, they don't like much invasion.
My sight melts down to my legs,
Long, symmetric and freshly shaved.
Yet some wounds on them appear so clear,
Like memories peeking out that earlier encaved.
And as I caress my legs my focus,
Suddenly shifts on my left arm,
That have beautiful parallel lines engraved,
Possessing an unignorable charm.
And I sit there in complete silence,
Hearing the voices inside my head,
Admiring the womanly beauty I've got,
On both sides of my flesh,
The morning light barges in from the little window,
Making my pinks and browns of my skin glow,
Reminding me I have to put the clothes and masks again.
It's morning so it's time to go.
#review
#mans
you...
who stood there firm with the mountain breeze
whose chantings echoed through the valleys,
you came down as the summer ended
down the heights, down the slopes
blessing the lands with a melody,
gentle breezes that ran through the streets
gently touching every soul
pure heart that cured all
cross the streets, near the shore
who came from farlands
stood was a stranger, seeking the cure
whose prayers could be heard with eyes closed
#micky
#review
#poetry
who stood there firm with the mountain breeze
whose chantings echoed through the valleys,
you came down as the summer ended
down the heights, down the slopes
blessing the lands with a melody,
gentle breezes that ran through the streets
gently touching every soul
pure heart that cured all
cross the streets, near the shore
who came from farlands
stood was a stranger, seeking the cure
whose prayers could be heard with eyes closed
#micky
#review
#poetry
you...
who stood there firm with the mountain breeze
whose chantings echoed through the valleys,
you came down as the summer ended
down the heights, down the slopes
blessing the lands with a melody,
gentle breezes that ran through the streets
gently touching every soul
pure heart that cured all
cross the streets, near the shore
who came from farlands
stood was a stranger, seeking the cure
whose prayers could be heard with eyes closed
#micky
#review
#poetry
who stood there firm with the mountain breeze
whose chantings echoed through the valleys,
you came down as the summer ended
down the heights, down the slopes
blessing the lands with a melody,
gentle breezes that ran through the streets
gently touching every soul
pure heart that cured all
cross the streets, near the shore
who came from farlands
stood was a stranger, seeking the cure
whose prayers could be heard with eyes closed
#micky
#review
#poetry
“Don’t give up. Don’t give up,” the old man said. His voice seemed to be distant, even though he was much closer to me. The waves came rushing forward, and before they touched our feet, the waves retreated. Life seemed to be going good, and it almost feels like an earthquake now. Not small, but a really bad one.
The man stood opposite to me as if in a nightmare. He caught hold of my hands, “Don’t give up. Don’t give up this soon.” I looked at the man, with eyes filled with tears. The moon, which stayed directly opposite to us, shone in full. Its reflection made the sea shine. It was so real, to be a nightmare.
“Who are you?” I asked him.
“I am the king of this country,” he told me. He had almost white, grey eyelids. His body looked so old, devoid of any flesh. He had some long hairs spurting out of his chin and cheeks, which can’t be called a beard. He was almost bald, and the remaining hair was grown long. I laughed lightly at his response, and I stopped the laughter, understanding that insanity is not something to be laughed at. I stopped, heaving only one puff of air.
“Come. Come with me,” the man said, taking my hand. I followed him to his house. It was so small, I understood that he lived alone.
Thus, my plan to kill myself was aborted. The man’s voice echoed in my mind, like it got strongly registered there. “Don’t give up. Don’t give up.”
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#story
The man stood opposite to me as if in a nightmare. He caught hold of my hands, “Don’t give up. Don’t give up this soon.” I looked at the man, with eyes filled with tears. The moon, which stayed directly opposite to us, shone in full. Its reflection made the sea shine. It was so real, to be a nightmare.
“Who are you?” I asked him.
“I am the king of this country,” he told me. He had almost white, grey eyelids. His body looked so old, devoid of any flesh. He had some long hairs spurting out of his chin and cheeks, which can’t be called a beard. He was almost bald, and the remaining hair was grown long. I laughed lightly at his response, and I stopped the laughter, understanding that insanity is not something to be laughed at. I stopped, heaving only one puff of air.
“Come. Come with me,” the man said, taking my hand. I followed him to his house. It was so small, I understood that he lived alone.
Thus, my plan to kill myself was aborted. The man’s voice echoed in my mind, like it got strongly registered there. “Don’t give up. Don’t give up.”
#review
#story
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She glared at me for a moment ‘I am tired, I’ll take the first bus in the morning’ she said still in her indescribable cute miffy anger. My heart was flying inside and though I tried to hide my happiness, but my lips betrayed me beaming a sly grin and my cheeks blushed. I didn’t even try to look at her, I immediately shifted her backpack from my back to my chest, hoped on my bike and started the engine. It was just matter of seconds that my long awaited dream was getting real and I could tell by the heartbeats and the vibration of my chest that my heart was jumping inside the ribs. I eagerly waited for her to sit on my bike, my hands grip on the handles tightened as she stepped her foot on the footrest and my heart started to beat even faster than earlier, is there a speed limit to heart beat? Touch of her hand on my shoulder while she was climbing slowed down my breath a little, my bike felt even lighter from her weight and finally wow! She was on my back seat the only girl I ever desired to be there was finally there.
Fifteen minutes in to the journey leaving my accelerator and I reached to her right hand ‘I am so sorry ammu’ I said once again.
My bike was at idle speed on snake like road passing through light dense forest, the sun was already gone, day light slowly started to fade, amid the cool breeze moonbeams come as whispers of light, a few and far between stars slowly started lighting the sky like sporadic snow-flakes appear still like an old photograph. Feeling the cool wind blow her hair into a tousled mane, like a choreographed blizzard and the ephemeral snit she maintained so far fainted, but now with her arms around my waist, her breasts slightly touching my back, and her head leaning gently on my shoulder she hugged me.
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#abitfrommynovel
Fifteen minutes in to the journey leaving my accelerator and I reached to her right hand ‘I am so sorry ammu’ I said once again.
My bike was at idle speed on snake like road passing through light dense forest, the sun was already gone, day light slowly started to fade, amid the cool breeze moonbeams come as whispers of light, a few and far between stars slowly started lighting the sky like sporadic snow-flakes appear still like an old photograph. Feeling the cool wind blow her hair into a tousled mane, like a choreographed blizzard and the ephemeral snit she maintained so far fainted, but now with her arms around my waist, her breasts slightly touching my back, and her head leaning gently on my shoulder she hugged me.
#review
#abitfrommynovel
I find the lost solitary star more refulgent than the easy close glint ones.
It's easy to see things for what they closely appear to be, but I crave to dig behind the skin. I crave to dance inside the rooms behind your voice.
So if you want to show me your world, show me where the lights are dimmer. Show me your twilit. Dawn is too clear not to feel.
#review #amtupu_ #prose
It's easy to see things for what they closely appear to be, but I crave to dig behind the skin. I crave to dance inside the rooms behind your voice.
So if you want to show me your world, show me where the lights are dimmer. Show me your twilit. Dawn is too clear not to feel.
#review #amtupu_ #prose
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THE BEAUTY OF HER BY BISWASWARUP DASH
She is the vivdity of dawn , vision of my reveries , equanimity of evenfall and illusion of my reality.
Her beguiling fishy curved eyes Drowns me in the ocean of her elegance. And her endearing petals that simper Ignites an irresistible spark within me.
Each moment shared with her turns into an artistic memory. Such is her charm even the coldest person turns warm. The touch of the shining sun and the kiss of the nighty moon reveals het fierceness and fragility.
She is a poetry in motion even in chaos, a clear notion. A work of art to behold, a treasure more precious than gold. Whenever I leer at her, everything around gets blurred. Feelings and not lust, but love spirals me into her alluring appeal.
Not the complexion or make-up but the verity in her eyes that spells the beauty of her soul makes her the most beautiful girl.
Someday I wish to tell her my emotions only if she walks down to actuality from my imagination till then let me drink the love-potion, that my mind and heart has made in unison. Look at the beauty in her eyes, A glow that shines like the sunrise. Her smile opens up the cloudy skies, Her laughter delights butterflies.
The ocean greets her as she passes by. Her gorgeous toes leave their mark, saying goodbye. Gentle breeze through her hair, She walks elegantly while astonished eyes all stare. Rosy cheeks cover her face. A flower-child blossoms, kindly accepting embrace. Your lips so soft and red. The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head.
Your beauty so bright and warm, Shinning through the darkest storm. Your eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky. When I stare into them I feel like I am soaring high. My love for you is pure and true. I never stop thinking of you.
The sound of your voice saying I love you makes my heart pound, Because I know my one and only I've truly found. I promise to love you for every moment of forever and when everything else crumbles, I will never.
I am your armor to protect you from harm, Like you are to me, a lucky charm. For you are my heart, my soul. She is a thorn-less rose without compare. She is the love my heart will forever endear.
Words cannot describe your beauty , When I look at you I can't help but stare. Your looks are so precious and rare. You have such gorgeous hair and pout with such a luminous smile , It's just not fair but the beauty you have shall make moon faint.
Your laugh should be illegal because it's too cute. The way you kiss me takes my breath away. Seeing you is the best part of my day. You are so special and I'm glad that I can say you are mine, because when I'm with you I feel extraordinary all of the time.
But you have been for a while. Your eyes pierce in to my soul, Grabbing my heart, Taking complete control, You make it hard to be apart. Your lips tell me what to do I'm under a spell Doing what you tell me to do for you, I fell ... Beautiful on the inside and out for You're the most beautiful girl I know.
#review #poetry
She is the vivdity of dawn , vision of my reveries , equanimity of evenfall and illusion of my reality.
Her beguiling fishy curved eyes Drowns me in the ocean of her elegance. And her endearing petals that simper Ignites an irresistible spark within me.
Each moment shared with her turns into an artistic memory. Such is her charm even the coldest person turns warm. The touch of the shining sun and the kiss of the nighty moon reveals het fierceness and fragility.
She is a poetry in motion even in chaos, a clear notion. A work of art to behold, a treasure more precious than gold. Whenever I leer at her, everything around gets blurred. Feelings and not lust, but love spirals me into her alluring appeal.
Not the complexion or make-up but the verity in her eyes that spells the beauty of her soul makes her the most beautiful girl.
Someday I wish to tell her my emotions only if she walks down to actuality from my imagination till then let me drink the love-potion, that my mind and heart has made in unison. Look at the beauty in her eyes, A glow that shines like the sunrise. Her smile opens up the cloudy skies, Her laughter delights butterflies.
The ocean greets her as she passes by. Her gorgeous toes leave their mark, saying goodbye. Gentle breeze through her hair, She walks elegantly while astonished eyes all stare. Rosy cheeks cover her face. A flower-child blossoms, kindly accepting embrace. Your lips so soft and red. The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head.
Your beauty so bright and warm, Shinning through the darkest storm. Your eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky. When I stare into them I feel like I am soaring high. My love for you is pure and true. I never stop thinking of you.
The sound of your voice saying I love you makes my heart pound, Because I know my one and only I've truly found. I promise to love you for every moment of forever and when everything else crumbles, I will never.
I am your armor to protect you from harm, Like you are to me, a lucky charm. For you are my heart, my soul. She is a thorn-less rose without compare. She is the love my heart will forever endear.
Words cannot describe your beauty , When I look at you I can't help but stare. Your looks are so precious and rare. You have such gorgeous hair and pout with such a luminous smile , It's just not fair but the beauty you have shall make moon faint.
Your laugh should be illegal because it's too cute. The way you kiss me takes my breath away. Seeing you is the best part of my day. You are so special and I'm glad that I can say you are mine, because when I'm with you I feel extraordinary all of the time.
But you have been for a while. Your eyes pierce in to my soul, Grabbing my heart, Taking complete control, You make it hard to be apart. Your lips tell me what to do I'm under a spell Doing what you tell me to do for you, I fell ... Beautiful on the inside and out for You're the most beautiful girl I know.
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THE FRIENDSHIP LETTER FOR MAY 2022
BY BISWASWARUP DASH
They’re the few people who accept silence over conversation.
A relationship like this denies silly promises and persuasion.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
They’re the ones that guide you through when fate takes a turn. Fights, small and large, end in forgiveness, never a burn.
I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. I watered it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles with soft deceitful wiles.
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned, In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green
You don’t feel the need to second guess thoughts or measure words.
Their love comes in wholes, not halves, not thirds and it grew both day and night, till it bore an apple bright. My foe beheld it shine and he knew that it was mine and into my garden stole, When the night had veiled the pole; Ah! Yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure no pace perceived; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Has motion, and mine eye may be deceived for fear of which, hear this thou age unbarred:
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead in the morning glad I see , My foe outstretched beneath the tree. You forget about first impressions and the feelings they brought.
I hold no dream of fortune vast, nor seek undying fame. I do not ask when life is past that many know my name. I may not own the skill to rise to glory’s topmost height nor win a place among the wise but I can keep the right. You’re grateful for who they are and you forgive me for what they’re not.
I don’t think you will ever fully understand how you’ve touched my life , made me who I am.
I don’t think you could ever know , just how truly special you are that even on the darkest nights , You are my brightest star. If you’re feeling down; turn your frown upside down.
You’ve allowed me to experience something very hard to find, unconditional love that exists in my body, soul, and mind. I don’t think you could ever feel all the love I have to give and I’m sure you’ll never realize you’ve been my will to live.
Without you I don’t know where I’d be. Having you in my life
completes and fulfills every part of me. Put a smile on your face; take the world in your embrace.
You came as a ray of light made my life cheerful and bright showering your affection over me so that my face was full of glee. Ask for a little help from the man up above.
Taking away my complete loneliness giving me back all the happiness with a Midas touch of your care to keep me away from despair.
I’ll never leave you midway and tales of our bond people will say , remember you have your best friend’s love.
#review #poetry
BY BISWASWARUP DASH
They’re the few people who accept silence over conversation.
A relationship like this denies silly promises and persuasion.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
They’re the ones that guide you through when fate takes a turn. Fights, small and large, end in forgiveness, never a burn.
I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. I watered it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles with soft deceitful wiles.
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned, In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green
You don’t feel the need to second guess thoughts or measure words.
Their love comes in wholes, not halves, not thirds and it grew both day and night, till it bore an apple bright. My foe beheld it shine and he knew that it was mine and into my garden stole, When the night had veiled the pole; Ah! Yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure no pace perceived; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Has motion, and mine eye may be deceived for fear of which, hear this thou age unbarred:
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead in the morning glad I see , My foe outstretched beneath the tree. You forget about first impressions and the feelings they brought.
I hold no dream of fortune vast, nor seek undying fame. I do not ask when life is past that many know my name. I may not own the skill to rise to glory’s topmost height nor win a place among the wise but I can keep the right. You’re grateful for who they are and you forgive me for what they’re not.
I don’t think you will ever fully understand how you’ve touched my life , made me who I am.
I don’t think you could ever know , just how truly special you are that even on the darkest nights , You are my brightest star. If you’re feeling down; turn your frown upside down.
You’ve allowed me to experience something very hard to find, unconditional love that exists in my body, soul, and mind. I don’t think you could ever feel all the love I have to give and I’m sure you’ll never realize you’ve been my will to live.
Without you I don’t know where I’d be. Having you in my life
completes and fulfills every part of me. Put a smile on your face; take the world in your embrace.
You came as a ray of light made my life cheerful and bright showering your affection over me so that my face was full of glee. Ask for a little help from the man up above.
Taking away my complete loneliness giving me back all the happiness with a Midas touch of your care to keep me away from despair.
I’ll never leave you midway and tales of our bond people will say , remember you have your best friend’s love.
#review #poetry
Got Falling in love with taking care of myself,
Falling in love to be a new version of myself.
When The Infinite number of thoughts swirled around in the galaxy of my mind,
A question sprung to my mind "am I still real"?
The ecosystem got me to feel The universe inside me is infinite,
to strike me up to not being trapped in the time loop where people Burrowed in a giant puddle of trauma.
It's the high time I fled and left all the problems in a heap behind,
When I was hunted by their words,
haunted by their changing colors, and the dark shadow,
was drowned in their successive sarcasm,
ultimately
these took a shape of a murder knife to kill me,
I flew away like air and raised.
I am the colorful ocean, leaping and wide
Welling and I bear in the tide.
I am a crest of the wave,
And a Thunder deafens the ears,
a Lighting blinds the eyes
The wind cools the field and flesh.
The fog swirled thickly around me when I cling unwaveringly to dreams before it dies
Held fast to dreams For when it fades away from me, broken wings got its place fly to the sky again.
I am still real
I am still here.
Aliya Nahid
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Falling in love to be a new version of myself.
When The Infinite number of thoughts swirled around in the galaxy of my mind,
A question sprung to my mind "am I still real"?
The ecosystem got me to feel The universe inside me is infinite,
to strike me up to not being trapped in the time loop where people Burrowed in a giant puddle of trauma.
It's the high time I fled and left all the problems in a heap behind,
When I was hunted by their words,
haunted by their changing colors, and the dark shadow,
was drowned in their successive sarcasm,
ultimately
these took a shape of a murder knife to kill me,
I flew away like air and raised.
I am the colorful ocean, leaping and wide
Welling and I bear in the tide.
I am a crest of the wave,
And a Thunder deafens the ears,
a Lighting blinds the eyes
The wind cools the field and flesh.
The fog swirled thickly around me when I cling unwaveringly to dreams before it dies
Held fast to dreams For when it fades away from me, broken wings got its place fly to the sky again.
I am still real
I am still here.
Aliya Nahid
#review
Weekend
Let's begin,
Feet on feet
Following each other
Across the room,
Like a fleet
Unrequited and washed up
At shores
Unreachable and silent dead
Now pace up,
Reach my hand
Sigh
And burn
With violent fumes,
Find me a blink away
In carpeted elevators
Locked
In gaze
Finally,
Race me to the longest yard
At 3
Past midnight,
Rest on this hammock
Of tacit fears
And inhibitions,
Ask me
If I know myself,
I'll pause
And say
More each day
When I'm with you.
#review #poetry #ap
Let's begin,
Feet on feet
Following each other
Across the room,
Like a fleet
Unrequited and washed up
At shores
Unreachable and silent dead
Now pace up,
Reach my hand
Sigh
And burn
With violent fumes,
Find me a blink away
In carpeted elevators
Locked
In gaze
Finally,
Race me to the longest yard
At 3
Past midnight,
Rest on this hammock
Of tacit fears
And inhibitions,
Ask me
If I know myself,
I'll pause
And say
More each day
When I'm with you.
#review #poetry #ap
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Even now I am fighting with machines. And things were going to get easier. Automation is the God that will free itself, and God only knows what will happen to the rest of us. I don’t think it will be a soft landing. The best hope is lobotomisation, and I hope I will be the first one in line...
Unless...
Do you want to fight it?
Are you nuts?
Because that will go well, won't it. The whole world collapsing on itself. The giant cluster-fuck of nuclear weapons, quantum computers, and twitter-hate. That's the dream, isn't it? We emerge from the bunkers, the smart few who distrusted everything and everyone. After years of eating tinned baked beans, we come up to the earth's sandy crust. We can start afresh. A brand new page. Let me make the first toast with our radiated water filled with rat shit. Thinking about it, it may actually happen but in reverse order.
I don't see any winners if that's the outcome at the end of all this.
It's impossible to not think about the world ending. Thinking about surviving it is worse. It disconnects from the present in all forms. I can see the appeal of already living in the imaginary future. We've done it for centuries, haven't we? The body is sinful, so there is a heaven where the soul can be free of the impurity of being. Life-deniers. Can't deal with life as it is, so something beyond our senses had to be deviously concocted in the minds of the holy men. There is no life now, there is the afterlife as the only true life worth thinking about...
But, anyway, not today, brain.
Not...
To...
Day...
Today is not the day.
Today I have convinced myself that things aren’t that bad. And even if they are, it won’t matter to me at all. Why should it? I can’t do anything about it. And who would want to? At least we can fantasise that we could own the world if it all went wrong because the chances are most of us won’t live long enough to even test that theory. By then we'll be gone, pulverised by the crushing streamlined processes of the bureaucratic unfreedom. And we bitch about it all the time too.
I mean, I do. Most of the people participating in it seem to as well. Because what’s the alternative? What else would you have done? Isn’t that the reason why we vote for some fuckers to make the decisions about what’s best for us anyway? This is as good as it gets. So, you and me… we better get over ourselves.
I am working on it.
I am working on it as I write this.
I will press the submit button again and see if God has changed their mind.
#review #poetry #prose
Unless...
Do you want to fight it?
Are you nuts?
Because that will go well, won't it. The whole world collapsing on itself. The giant cluster-fuck of nuclear weapons, quantum computers, and twitter-hate. That's the dream, isn't it? We emerge from the bunkers, the smart few who distrusted everything and everyone. After years of eating tinned baked beans, we come up to the earth's sandy crust. We can start afresh. A brand new page. Let me make the first toast with our radiated water filled with rat shit. Thinking about it, it may actually happen but in reverse order.
I don't see any winners if that's the outcome at the end of all this.
It's impossible to not think about the world ending. Thinking about surviving it is worse. It disconnects from the present in all forms. I can see the appeal of already living in the imaginary future. We've done it for centuries, haven't we? The body is sinful, so there is a heaven where the soul can be free of the impurity of being. Life-deniers. Can't deal with life as it is, so something beyond our senses had to be deviously concocted in the minds of the holy men. There is no life now, there is the afterlife as the only true life worth thinking about...
But, anyway, not today, brain.
Not...
To...
Day...
Today is not the day.
Today I have convinced myself that things aren’t that bad. And even if they are, it won’t matter to me at all. Why should it? I can’t do anything about it. And who would want to? At least we can fantasise that we could own the world if it all went wrong because the chances are most of us won’t live long enough to even test that theory. By then we'll be gone, pulverised by the crushing streamlined processes of the bureaucratic unfreedom. And we bitch about it all the time too.
I mean, I do. Most of the people participating in it seem to as well. Because what’s the alternative? What else would you have done? Isn’t that the reason why we vote for some fuckers to make the decisions about what’s best for us anyway? This is as good as it gets. So, you and me… we better get over ourselves.
I am working on it.
I am working on it as I write this.
I will press the submit button again and see if God has changed their mind.
#review #poetry #prose
"It's 10 PM,Do you want to walk me home?" He asked.
"Are you afraid to walk alone?" She replied.
"No one is alone after talking with a beautiful girl," He answered.
"How come?" She questioned with known eagerness.
"Thoughts occupy the fragrance of smile, nose smells beauty, eyes see wonders and tongue starts to speak never heard poetical lines"
"Hey, stop flirting.I will walk with you," she said cutely.
"We already reached the destination," He replied.
"Now, do you want to walk me home?" Craziness came out of her words.
"Of course!!! " He answered with a sense of bliss.
Both smiled.
The same thing continued for the next few hours.
"It's a boon to love and to be in love"
#review
#story
#auri
"Are you afraid to walk alone?" She replied.
"No one is alone after talking with a beautiful girl," He answered.
"How come?" She questioned with known eagerness.
"Thoughts occupy the fragrance of smile, nose smells beauty, eyes see wonders and tongue starts to speak never heard poetical lines"
"Hey, stop flirting.I will walk with you," she said cutely.
"We already reached the destination," He replied.
"Now, do you want to walk me home?" Craziness came out of her words.
"Of course!!! " He answered with a sense of bliss.
Both smiled.
The same thing continued for the next few hours.
"It's a boon to love and to be in love"
#review
#story
#auri