My Friend Today
Hey! you Today!
do you remember those shiny days;
when happiness coming from many ways.
it was nice, cosy, sweet; like floating ganga:
and now only a deep void sound lays
Oh! that time,
burden was just a word from thrilling story;
hailing Seemed irrigation, like God gives exciting lottery.
and in this stave of life, I know that was a superstition;
Oof! cause now all those loathsome words are a part of my drizzling poetry.
#review #rupesh_sharma_gandhi
Hey! you Today!
do you remember those shiny days;
when happiness coming from many ways.
it was nice, cosy, sweet; like floating ganga:
and now only a deep void sound lays
Oh! that time,
burden was just a word from thrilling story;
hailing Seemed irrigation, like God gives exciting lottery.
and in this stave of life, I know that was a superstition;
Oof! cause now all those loathsome words are a part of my drizzling poetry.
#review #rupesh_sharma_gandhi
#short_story
#kr
#review
#everyone
The Price is Paid
Part 9
The altar smells of fresh body boiling. Lolopi watches the boy with a tremendous smile on his face, both of his hands raised skyward as for worship. Danro's screeches are thin, sharp, and rapid enough to conclude that he has gone mad. The disastrous temperature has driven him insane. His body, unlike a person burning alive, is shivering instead of struggling to get out of the altar, as though drowning in a pond of ice cubes.
Lolopi looks upward and stares at the empty ceiling, uttering words Danro's filled ears could not listen, let alone comprehend. Lolopi's voice competes to dominate the atmosphere over Danro's hideous screams. Every corner of his body, with the exception of his face, melts and unites with the boiling, yellow fluid. The yellow is accepting the red of his blood and is eventually birthing orange.
Danro's body is resisting to give in, fighting and thriving. His animalistic instinct to stay alive, to defy death, holds him conscious for as long as it could, even if he sincerely wishes it to be quick. His throat, and around it, turns into mere liquid. Gargling sounds elude his dispersing throat. When the heat becomes too unbearable, his whole body shuts down. The open eyes lose power and lifelessly stare upward. He floats like a dead body would on a surface of water, but only his bones are floating. The rest of him has dissolved.
Lolopi never quits yelling strange words. The torches hanging around the hell increase their lights greatly, and in the dark sky above, a symbolic moon appears. The moon's coloration resembles the orange on the altar. Lolopi's sweaty body glitters orange, the moon shining; the whole hell glows orange. The moon looks like an eye, its iris crimson. Confined in the iris, its lens is white.
"Your parents betrayed their word," Lolopi said, looking away from the eye-shaped moon. His own eyes has begun glowing red, those pleasant, dim burns. "You belonged to me and now they're late for the delivery. Those bastards—the contract must have murdered them by now. I've been needing this for a long time. This energy."
Danro's bones never melted and are still floating over the bubbling liquid, as are his eyes gazing at the moon. The eyes are attached in their sockets, in the skull, and each of the lenses send two thin rays of light at the moon's lens. The lens of the moon shines in white and reflects a blighter, bigger beam that spotlights the center of Lolopi's forehead.
Lolopi exhales satisfaction when the beam lands on him. He inhales through his teeth. "Yes, boy, let go. You are mine now." His hands form a strong pair of fists. The beams from Danro's eyes become too bright for the eye, and Lolopi closes his eyes. Penetrating the forehead, the ray from the moon grows strong, as does Danro's.
He roars when his forehead smokes. "Yes! YOU ARE MINE!"
The rays from Danro's eyes traveling in the moon are no more. The moon's line of light fully jumps in Lolopi's burrowed forehead. Lolopi kneels, invisible force goading him downward. The white beams disappear, the moon is fading in the darkness, and the eyes of Danro melt.
"That's a dinner I have missed for a long while now," Lolopi says; his voice has gotten deeper. He evaluates his hands fisting and releasing, and his muscles have gained better strength and weight. His forehead is a black hole. He stomps on foot, the ground cracking as he stepped.
"UGGGRRRRRHHHHH!"
The owl-faced demons screech their worship, flying in the dark skies, through the dark clouds, as his roar causes turmoil in hell. Facing the pit black sky, he raises an arm to put his new energy to test—
His heart begins racing and aching. A heavy series of cough scratches and pummels his esophagus. The whites of his eyes turn red, and blood is pouring from his ears. He falls to his knees. "What is this? What have you done, boy?"
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The Price is Paid
Part 9
The altar smells of fresh body boiling. Lolopi watches the boy with a tremendous smile on his face, both of his hands raised skyward as for worship. Danro's screeches are thin, sharp, and rapid enough to conclude that he has gone mad. The disastrous temperature has driven him insane. His body, unlike a person burning alive, is shivering instead of struggling to get out of the altar, as though drowning in a pond of ice cubes.
Lolopi looks upward and stares at the empty ceiling, uttering words Danro's filled ears could not listen, let alone comprehend. Lolopi's voice competes to dominate the atmosphere over Danro's hideous screams. Every corner of his body, with the exception of his face, melts and unites with the boiling, yellow fluid. The yellow is accepting the red of his blood and is eventually birthing orange.
Danro's body is resisting to give in, fighting and thriving. His animalistic instinct to stay alive, to defy death, holds him conscious for as long as it could, even if he sincerely wishes it to be quick. His throat, and around it, turns into mere liquid. Gargling sounds elude his dispersing throat. When the heat becomes too unbearable, his whole body shuts down. The open eyes lose power and lifelessly stare upward. He floats like a dead body would on a surface of water, but only his bones are floating. The rest of him has dissolved.
Lolopi never quits yelling strange words. The torches hanging around the hell increase their lights greatly, and in the dark sky above, a symbolic moon appears. The moon's coloration resembles the orange on the altar. Lolopi's sweaty body glitters orange, the moon shining; the whole hell glows orange. The moon looks like an eye, its iris crimson. Confined in the iris, its lens is white.
"Your parents betrayed their word," Lolopi said, looking away from the eye-shaped moon. His own eyes has begun glowing red, those pleasant, dim burns. "You belonged to me and now they're late for the delivery. Those bastards—the contract must have murdered them by now. I've been needing this for a long time. This energy."
Danro's bones never melted and are still floating over the bubbling liquid, as are his eyes gazing at the moon. The eyes are attached in their sockets, in the skull, and each of the lenses send two thin rays of light at the moon's lens. The lens of the moon shines in white and reflects a blighter, bigger beam that spotlights the center of Lolopi's forehead.
Lolopi exhales satisfaction when the beam lands on him. He inhales through his teeth. "Yes, boy, let go. You are mine now." His hands form a strong pair of fists. The beams from Danro's eyes become too bright for the eye, and Lolopi closes his eyes. Penetrating the forehead, the ray from the moon grows strong, as does Danro's.
He roars when his forehead smokes. "Yes! YOU ARE MINE!"
The rays from Danro's eyes traveling in the moon are no more. The moon's line of light fully jumps in Lolopi's burrowed forehead. Lolopi kneels, invisible force goading him downward. The white beams disappear, the moon is fading in the darkness, and the eyes of Danro melt.
"That's a dinner I have missed for a long while now," Lolopi says; his voice has gotten deeper. He evaluates his hands fisting and releasing, and his muscles have gained better strength and weight. His forehead is a black hole. He stomps on foot, the ground cracking as he stepped.
"UGGGRRRRRHHHHH!"
The owl-faced demons screech their worship, flying in the dark skies, through the dark clouds, as his roar causes turmoil in hell. Facing the pit black sky, he raises an arm to put his new energy to test—
His heart begins racing and aching. A heavy series of cough scratches and pummels his esophagus. The whites of his eyes turn red, and blood is pouring from his ears. He falls to his knees. "What is this? What have you done, boy?"
This world is amazing sometimes,
Birds are searching for home and men for wings.
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Birds are searching for home and men for wings.
#review #rupesh_sharma_gandhi
"Happy" is home "happy" is my wife
Her Who colors my balck, white life
She gives it pink, a little green
Takes me to places i've never been
My emotion roller coaster
Source of true love a true laughter
She breaths joy right through me
To the woman who made me....me
To the woman who rasies my kids
To the women who won't bend knees
To the the strongest person that i know
To our grand love that only grow
To your patience that has no end
My injured heart that has been saved
"Thankful" i am everyday
God gave me you he made his way
You are my gift right from above
You are my peace my whitest dove
Your existance, it's just priceless
Only payment for my prayers
For all those things because of you
I will never stop loving you.
#poetry #GG #review #everyone
Her Who colors my balck, white life
She gives it pink, a little green
Takes me to places i've never been
My emotion roller coaster
Source of true love a true laughter
She breaths joy right through me
To the woman who made me....me
To the woman who rasies my kids
To the women who won't bend knees
To the the strongest person that i know
To our grand love that only grow
To your patience that has no end
My injured heart that has been saved
"Thankful" i am everyday
God gave me you he made his way
You are my gift right from above
You are my peace my whitest dove
Your existance, it's just priceless
Only payment for my prayers
For all those things because of you
I will never stop loving you.
#poetry #GG #review #everyone
Son of Satan
In the realm of evil,
on the seabed of blood,
the lone heir of chaos,
the son of great demon
has born
Feeding on the blood,
riding on the weak mind,
the ghoule kills all the smiles
and spreads tears everywhere
He hates the love
in the heart,
he loves the hate
in the mind
The light of truth
is his enemy,
the darkness of lie
is his army
All the mortal cowards
step aside,
down your sight,
bend your knees
With the weapon of violence,
to conquer the throne of bad,
The eternal,
The son of Satan
has arrived.
#poetry #review #everyone #K_Mohan
In the realm of evil,
on the seabed of blood,
the lone heir of chaos,
the son of great demon
has born
Feeding on the blood,
riding on the weak mind,
the ghoule kills all the smiles
and spreads tears everywhere
He hates the love
in the heart,
he loves the hate
in the mind
The light of truth
is his enemy,
the darkness of lie
is his army
All the mortal cowards
step aside,
down your sight,
bend your knees
With the weapon of violence,
to conquer the throne of bad,
The eternal,
The son of Satan
has arrived.
#poetry #review #everyone #K_Mohan
Jump off the cliff, cut your wrist
Do what you gotta do to make it at ease
They Keep telling me these noises inside
When it's all blurry, no where to hide
Tention build inside my
head
Trying to escape the darkness ahead
Numb your soul drug it down
Like every kid in the town
There is no biggie it's just this once
My mind tells me to cut my arms
"Free me" " free me" shouts outloud
Gloomy dark like the rain cloud
Deep with in me i hear it's sound
My soul trapped in my own blood
It hurts too much....Cut is the key
A little sting won't stop me
I close my eyes i let it free
For the relive i let it be
As the blade press across my skin
As my mind marks blood as "seen"
Instant joy hits my body
Cutting is my remedy.
#poetry #review #everyone #G
Do what you gotta do to make it at ease
They Keep telling me these noises inside
When it's all blurry, no where to hide
Tention build inside my
head
Trying to escape the darkness ahead
Numb your soul drug it down
Like every kid in the town
There is no biggie it's just this once
My mind tells me to cut my arms
"Free me" " free me" shouts outloud
Gloomy dark like the rain cloud
Deep with in me i hear it's sound
My soul trapped in my own blood
It hurts too much....Cut is the key
A little sting won't stop me
I close my eyes i let it free
For the relive i let it be
As the blade press across my skin
As my mind marks blood as "seen"
Instant joy hits my body
Cutting is my remedy.
#poetry #review #everyone #G
My first Post here; it's from 2015.
#ShortStory #love #Shadowfall #review #everyone
Winter's Mercy
The area lay tranquil. Not the slightest breeze was to disturb the white masses. Soft hills had taken over the landscape and still more of the white stars kept falling, dancing from the sky. Their descend was beauty, a movement with grace, slow enough one could think time was defied. And, protected by a blanket of white, the scene lay in utter silence. No noise, no sound, no breath dared to raise its voice..... but one.
The soft beating of a little heart vibrated in her ears. Cold air filled those tiny lungs, exhaled in white clouds. Her mere presence disturbed this peaceful place. The small figure interrupted a smooth fall, even destroyed the pretty stars made of snow on her skin. Warmth was the enemy of this place.
Each step she took, her bare feet left tiny imprints on the snow. Very slowly, they disappeared, coped by the steady settling of more icy stars. Who was this person to dare and set foot into such a hostile place?
Her skin was exposed to the piercing cold. A minor textile, far too thin and barely able to be called a dress, was the only cloth she wore. Her fragile body was already at the point past shivering. It had given up to tremble and try to warm itself. She couldn't feel her toes anymore and her fingers had taken on a hue of blue. Each step was hard as her flesh struggled, yet, a stubborn mind carried her on. She'd barely seen nineteen winters; this seemed the coldest. As the struggle to lift her left leg grew almost unbearable, she dropped onto her knees. Icy claws digged into her lower legs. Her dress was soaked by melted snow and frozen to a stiff armour upon her figure by now. Others would have been dead already. It wouldn't take long for the cold to defeat her as well. Life was like warmth seeping out of her petite figure with every heartbeat, every painful breath. She pushed herself onto her legs again, pulling herself up. Just as hope ignited, just as the image was given she could go on, her legs gave in on her weight. Face first, she hit the snow. It cussioned her fall whilst crawling into mouth and nose. There was no air, no oxygen reached her lungs. The ice held her in its grasp..... there was nothing. Why was she even here? Why had she left the house with its warm fires? Why had she done what seemed nothing but retarded? And then, she remembered again. With immense effort, she brought herself into an upright position, getting rid of the snow in her face.
A single tear escaped the edge of her left eye. The sparkling drop slowly ran down her face, leaving a trail of ice...until it froze upon her pale cheek. A crown of white lay on her hair. The ginger color might still be guessable, but droplets of molten water had given them a darker shade. A strange feeling below her palm caught her attention. There was something like ice below the white blanket, ice and frozen clothes. Robotic movements parted the white crystals to allow her to peek below. A frozen puddle of blood, a frozen piece of clothes, a frozen body was revealed. A warm feeling spread in her chest... she had not failed.....she'd made it!
#ShortStory #love #Shadowfall #review #everyone
Winter's Mercy
The area lay tranquil. Not the slightest breeze was to disturb the white masses. Soft hills had taken over the landscape and still more of the white stars kept falling, dancing from the sky. Their descend was beauty, a movement with grace, slow enough one could think time was defied. And, protected by a blanket of white, the scene lay in utter silence. No noise, no sound, no breath dared to raise its voice..... but one.
The soft beating of a little heart vibrated in her ears. Cold air filled those tiny lungs, exhaled in white clouds. Her mere presence disturbed this peaceful place. The small figure interrupted a smooth fall, even destroyed the pretty stars made of snow on her skin. Warmth was the enemy of this place.
Each step she took, her bare feet left tiny imprints on the snow. Very slowly, they disappeared, coped by the steady settling of more icy stars. Who was this person to dare and set foot into such a hostile place?
Her skin was exposed to the piercing cold. A minor textile, far too thin and barely able to be called a dress, was the only cloth she wore. Her fragile body was already at the point past shivering. It had given up to tremble and try to warm itself. She couldn't feel her toes anymore and her fingers had taken on a hue of blue. Each step was hard as her flesh struggled, yet, a stubborn mind carried her on. She'd barely seen nineteen winters; this seemed the coldest. As the struggle to lift her left leg grew almost unbearable, she dropped onto her knees. Icy claws digged into her lower legs. Her dress was soaked by melted snow and frozen to a stiff armour upon her figure by now. Others would have been dead already. It wouldn't take long for the cold to defeat her as well. Life was like warmth seeping out of her petite figure with every heartbeat, every painful breath. She pushed herself onto her legs again, pulling herself up. Just as hope ignited, just as the image was given she could go on, her legs gave in on her weight. Face first, she hit the snow. It cussioned her fall whilst crawling into mouth and nose. There was no air, no oxygen reached her lungs. The ice held her in its grasp..... there was nothing. Why was she even here? Why had she left the house with its warm fires? Why had she done what seemed nothing but retarded? And then, she remembered again. With immense effort, she brought herself into an upright position, getting rid of the snow in her face.
A single tear escaped the edge of her left eye. The sparkling drop slowly ran down her face, leaving a trail of ice...until it froze upon her pale cheek. A crown of white lay on her hair. The ginger color might still be guessable, but droplets of molten water had given them a darker shade. A strange feeling below her palm caught her attention. There was something like ice below the white blanket, ice and frozen clothes. Robotic movements parted the white crystals to allow her to peek below. A frozen puddle of blood, a frozen piece of clothes, a frozen body was revealed. A warm feeling spread in her chest... she had not failed.....she'd made it!
Sometimes to win Big outside,
we have to lose several battles inside.
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I tried to modify it so it may sound realistic.
we have to lose several battles inside.
#yourreview
I tried to modify it so it may sound realistic.
The walls are yellow
As the moon shines in a different colour tonight
Etching and scratching on the walls
Two lovers reminisce
And I look out of the window and see the white clouds, visible in the night sky like pretentious shadows
The universe appears to move slower
The yellow Gulmohar has acquaintance
And I for one don't
Melancholicly I will sing tonight, like the nightingale, and I will mark myself for her
For her, I will go outside and hack our names on the wide bark and wait
Till she hears my song and finally becomes mine;the moon changes colour
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As the moon shines in a different colour tonight
Etching and scratching on the walls
Two lovers reminisce
And I look out of the window and see the white clouds, visible in the night sky like pretentious shadows
The universe appears to move slower
The yellow Gulmohar has acquaintance
And I for one don't
Melancholicly I will sing tonight, like the nightingale, and I will mark myself for her
For her, I will go outside and hack our names on the wide bark and wait
Till she hears my song and finally becomes mine;the moon changes colour
#poem #review #Review #ritwikahlawat
As good as bad
For a reason
there is positive beside negative,
We have X and Y,
Do you know why there is why ?
Why don't we fly ?
Is it because we are attached ?
Or we are detached
from love ?
Some are wealthy
as there are poor.
There is a variation
consistently
as white as black,
as good as bad.
#poem #review #everyone #K_Mohan
For a reason
there is positive beside negative,
We have X and Y,
Do you know why there is why ?
Why don't we fly ?
Is it because we are attached ?
Or we are detached
from love ?
Some are wealthy
as there are poor.
There is a variation
consistently
as white as black,
as good as bad.
#poem #review #everyone #K_Mohan