Don't know why, but all time I feel like smiling,
Singing a new song with each day passing,
There's something special in your capers,
Thats why like everyone, for you I too have fallen...
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Singing a new song with each day passing,
There's something special in your capers,
Thats why like everyone, for you I too have fallen...
#review
A World Apart
Chapter 6 and 7
Within few days my world starts revolving around her. I couldn't get her out of my mind, my affection for her only increase, her wavy hair, her beautiful black eyes, her nose, her lips, her everything; her sight made it hard for me to breath, my heart raced, I felt like it might as well burst out of my chest.
I urged her to leave though every single day because it's dangerous here. In our world people battle with each other almost to death to become powerful and she's a non magi, if someone finds her she'll be in jeopardy.
Also, she would be seen as a trespasser if someone in my world found her out and besides she should go back to her friends and family, they must be waiting for her too. Despite of what she had told me about her life, I refuse to believe that no one love this beautiful and kind soul except me, that is impossible.
But Sinzo kept warning us both, he threw himself into the effort of knowing about why humans are not allowed and why should she leave.
I did that too, I cared for her more than anyone I have ever cared for and so I wanted to make sure she was safe. After 15 days we finally admit our love to each other as she plants a deep kiss on my lips, making me weak and strong both at once.
"I won't leave you." She said with determination
"I would love and care for you so much that you would start loving yourself" I reply and then she hugs me tightly, I wanted the time to stop right then and there, for us to forever live in that very moment when we kissed, but as they say, good moments don't last all that long.
She was my lucky charm, after she came into my life suddenly everything changed.
Before I met her I couldn't even light a candle with my magic. I was always mocked for not being able to connect and find my power.
Ofcourse, it's in our blood yet somehow for me it never worked. I always pretended that it really doesn't matter but deep inside I knew I was a failure. I had only a few years left with me, if I failed to find my powers in that time I would have been deported to human world. And to be honest I never thought I'd be able to make it happen.
But after she came into my life suddenly I became a level 10 magi. The level 10 magi are better than average magi and can perform a lot of spells and rituals that are out of bounds for average magi.
It was going well for both of us unless she started looking sick. We tried everything but by passing of each day she only looked pale and weak; even our magic couldn't fix her.
My heart sank everytime I saw her, that's before one day she ran away, I ran behind her but then she disappeared forever.
I hope she is healthy and happy but I do want to know what happened with her. Why did she run away like that. If she wanted to go back I was always ready to help, then why?
Author's Note:- I'm giving a double update to story because I felt that a single chapter would be of no consequence.
#tm #everyone #review #shortstory
Chapter 6 and 7
Within few days my world starts revolving around her. I couldn't get her out of my mind, my affection for her only increase, her wavy hair, her beautiful black eyes, her nose, her lips, her everything; her sight made it hard for me to breath, my heart raced, I felt like it might as well burst out of my chest.
I urged her to leave though every single day because it's dangerous here. In our world people battle with each other almost to death to become powerful and she's a non magi, if someone finds her she'll be in jeopardy.
Also, she would be seen as a trespasser if someone in my world found her out and besides she should go back to her friends and family, they must be waiting for her too. Despite of what she had told me about her life, I refuse to believe that no one love this beautiful and kind soul except me, that is impossible.
But Sinzo kept warning us both, he threw himself into the effort of knowing about why humans are not allowed and why should she leave.
I did that too, I cared for her more than anyone I have ever cared for and so I wanted to make sure she was safe. After 15 days we finally admit our love to each other as she plants a deep kiss on my lips, making me weak and strong both at once.
"I won't leave you." She said with determination
"I would love and care for you so much that you would start loving yourself" I reply and then she hugs me tightly, I wanted the time to stop right then and there, for us to forever live in that very moment when we kissed, but as they say, good moments don't last all that long.
She was my lucky charm, after she came into my life suddenly everything changed.
Before I met her I couldn't even light a candle with my magic. I was always mocked for not being able to connect and find my power.
Ofcourse, it's in our blood yet somehow for me it never worked. I always pretended that it really doesn't matter but deep inside I knew I was a failure. I had only a few years left with me, if I failed to find my powers in that time I would have been deported to human world. And to be honest I never thought I'd be able to make it happen.
But after she came into my life suddenly I became a level 10 magi. The level 10 magi are better than average magi and can perform a lot of spells and rituals that are out of bounds for average magi.
It was going well for both of us unless she started looking sick. We tried everything but by passing of each day she only looked pale and weak; even our magic couldn't fix her.
My heart sank everytime I saw her, that's before one day she ran away, I ran behind her but then she disappeared forever.
I hope she is healthy and happy but I do want to know what happened with her. Why did she run away like that. If she wanted to go back I was always ready to help, then why?
Author's Note:- I'm giving a double update to story because I felt that a single chapter would be of no consequence.
#tm #everyone #review #shortstory
The light of the moon
Want to see you soon
Whenever I throw a stone in the river
It gives me the best pleasure,
You gave me consolation
When I cry
I still wait here
Why you don't say hi,
You scold me
Why are you in fright
No need for awe
I have the best moonlight,
You have the best intended
You gave me light
I see the star
They are very bright,
I'm not dumb
I have a mind
You always come
With pleasure wind,
You are very stout
How can I feel apathy
You are gone
Can I ask you why,
My mind is fully off
So I say good night
I want to meet again
You came again with the peaceful light.
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Want to see you soon
Whenever I throw a stone in the river
It gives me the best pleasure,
You gave me consolation
When I cry
I still wait here
Why you don't say hi,
You scold me
Why are you in fright
No need for awe
I have the best moonlight,
You have the best intended
You gave me light
I see the star
They are very bright,
I'm not dumb
I have a mind
You always come
With pleasure wind,
You are very stout
How can I feel apathy
You are gone
Can I ask you why,
My mind is fully off
So I say good night
I want to meet again
You came again with the peaceful light.
#review #everyone #rosy #poem
I'd always build courages
To confront you
Speak how I feel
Tell you things, everything;
I'av had varieties of mirrors display
Showing show to commence and adjoin
Did a lot of practice, only to tell you,
what's going on within me.
Loving you from the shadow
Isn't what I want anymore.
But whenever we meet
It's just a like reverie
I become dumbell,
I hope you will understand,
This piece, know it meant.
Every little wielded here
Are what I meant.
Simi poetry ✍️
#review #everyone #poetry
To confront you
Speak how I feel
Tell you things, everything;
I'av had varieties of mirrors display
Showing show to commence and adjoin
Did a lot of practice, only to tell you,
what's going on within me.
Loving you from the shadow
Isn't what I want anymore.
But whenever we meet
It's just a like reverie
I become dumbell,
I hope you will understand,
This piece, know it meant.
Every little wielded here
Are what I meant.
Simi poetry ✍️
#review #everyone #poetry
It's been whole day and it's going to be night
It's seems too good and it's seems too right
I wanted to forget it all
And then it all rewind
I never wanted to see him again
Now he is sitting beside
The books on my left
And the books on my right
I have read them all
Now I need a something to divert my mind
I marched towards the racks
A good book, so I can find
But my companions are pulling tricks
He held the same book I like
I was staring at him only if I could realize
I have been caught and now I feel shy
I'm sure I'll be good as dead
because of the way he smiles
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It's seems too good and it's seems too right
I wanted to forget it all
And then it all rewind
I never wanted to see him again
Now he is sitting beside
The books on my left
And the books on my right
I have read them all
Now I need a something to divert my mind
I marched towards the racks
A good book, so I can find
But my companions are pulling tricks
He held the same book I like
I was staring at him only if I could realize
I have been caught and now I feel shy
I'm sure I'll be good as dead
because of the way he smiles
#vivektavinita #poem #Review
My box of memories
My box of memories
Holds two crystal tears from her cheeks
The smell of her on silk
A black rose with no petals
And a million shards of my hearts
Lurking in bloody vials
My box of memories
Stores the feel of the sun upon my back
The joy of being amongst friends
Plus the crackle of the bonfire in the dark
Along with dreams of My Dearest’s bosom
And the feel of her kisses on my lips
Longing for a real work some
Irony of these lonely tips
#poetry#poetry #review#review #everyone#everyone
My box of memories
Holds two crystal tears from her cheeks
The smell of her on silk
A black rose with no petals
And a million shards of my hearts
Lurking in bloody vials
My box of memories
Stores the feel of the sun upon my back
The joy of being amongst friends
Plus the crackle of the bonfire in the dark
Along with dreams of My Dearest’s bosom
And the feel of her kisses on my lips
Longing for a real work some
Irony of these lonely tips
#poetry#poetry #review#review #everyone#everyone
TWO FACES
It was a night
Night like every other night
Tranquil, dark and utter silence
Stillness and a state of deep slumber
Lying besides my grandma
Keeping my phone at the side table
All set to sleep
Just as I was switching off the lights
I witnessed a moment of serendipity
It was my grandma's aging face
The face of a book
The face of a history
The face of a relentless struggle
A face that was so simple yet so powerful
The face which can teach you far more than any academics could
This moment, it was an epiphany.
And all those flashbacks coming back
Unconditional love and all the pats on the back
These pats were not ordinary, they were momentous
Simply because these didn't come in package with achieving something
These were for existing.
Fixated on her face, now there is one more face that comes into light
Tha face lurking in the shadows
The face of a guilt
The face of a person
The face is me.
And once more there is a flashback
We both sitting together, yet so distant
My hands occupied with the phone
Her mind occupied with so many queries
She is shooting questions at me
I am smiling, looking at my phone
Asking her questions absentmindedly
She, playfully, takes my phone off my hands
I am not playful
Annoyed, I yell 'Do you even know how important this is? How will you, you are illiterate old school!'
I snatch my phone, dismissing her
Flashback ends
Tears does not.
I sleep with a heavy chest.
Alarm rings.
Dark changes into balmy morning.
I open my eyes.
There is a figure infront of me.
The same that has been there since the day I could remember
With a cup of tea and breakfast in her hands
She says 'Wake up, betaa.'
The face with a smile.
#review #poetry #everyone
It was a night
Night like every other night
Tranquil, dark and utter silence
Stillness and a state of deep slumber
Lying besides my grandma
Keeping my phone at the side table
All set to sleep
Just as I was switching off the lights
I witnessed a moment of serendipity
It was my grandma's aging face
The face of a book
The face of a history
The face of a relentless struggle
A face that was so simple yet so powerful
The face which can teach you far more than any academics could
This moment, it was an epiphany.
And all those flashbacks coming back
Unconditional love and all the pats on the back
These pats were not ordinary, they were momentous
Simply because these didn't come in package with achieving something
These were for existing.
Fixated on her face, now there is one more face that comes into light
Tha face lurking in the shadows
The face of a guilt
The face of a person
The face is me.
And once more there is a flashback
We both sitting together, yet so distant
My hands occupied with the phone
Her mind occupied with so many queries
She is shooting questions at me
I am smiling, looking at my phone
Asking her questions absentmindedly
She, playfully, takes my phone off my hands
I am not playful
Annoyed, I yell 'Do you even know how important this is? How will you, you are illiterate old school!'
I snatch my phone, dismissing her
Flashback ends
Tears does not.
I sleep with a heavy chest.
Alarm rings.
Dark changes into balmy morning.
I open my eyes.
There is a figure infront of me.
The same that has been there since the day I could remember
With a cup of tea and breakfast in her hands
She says 'Wake up, betaa.'
The face with a smile.
#review #poetry #everyone
TWO FACES
It was a night
Night like every other night
Tranquil, dark and utter silence
Stillness and a state of deep slumber
Lying besides my grandma
Keeping my phone at the side table
All set to sleep
Just as I was switching off the lights
I witnessed a moment of serendipity
It was my grandma's aging face
The face of a book
The face of a history
The face of a relentless struggle
A face that was so simple yet so powerful
The face which can teach you far more than any academics could
This moment, it was an epiphany.
And all those flashbacks coming back
Unconditional love and all the pats on the back
These pats were not ordinary, they were momentous
Simply because these didn't come in package with achieving something
These were for existing.
Fixated on her face, now there is one more face that comes into light
Tha face lurking in the shadows
The face of a guilt
The face of a person
The face is me.
And once more there is a flashback
We both sitting together, yet so distant
My hands occupied with the phone
Her mind occupied with so many queries
She is shooting questions at me
I am smiling, looking at my phone
Asking her questions absentmindedly
She, playfully, takes my phone off my hands
I am not playful
Annoyed, I yell 'Do you even know how important this is? How will you, you are illiterate old school!'
I snatch my phone, dismissing her
Flashback ends
Tears does not.
I sleep with a heavy chest.
Alarm rings.
Dark changes into balmy morning.
I open my eyes.
There is a figure infront of me.
The same that has been there since the day I could remember
With a cup of tea and breakfast in her hands
She says 'Wake up, betaa.'
The face with a smile.
#review #everyone #firsttry
It was a night
Night like every other night
Tranquil, dark and utter silence
Stillness and a state of deep slumber
Lying besides my grandma
Keeping my phone at the side table
All set to sleep
Just as I was switching off the lights
I witnessed a moment of serendipity
It was my grandma's aging face
The face of a book
The face of a history
The face of a relentless struggle
A face that was so simple yet so powerful
The face which can teach you far more than any academics could
This moment, it was an epiphany.
And all those flashbacks coming back
Unconditional love and all the pats on the back
These pats were not ordinary, they were momentous
Simply because these didn't come in package with achieving something
These were for existing.
Fixated on her face, now there is one more face that comes into light
Tha face lurking in the shadows
The face of a guilt
The face of a person
The face is me.
And once more there is a flashback
We both sitting together, yet so distant
My hands occupied with the phone
Her mind occupied with so many queries
She is shooting questions at me
I am smiling, looking at my phone
Asking her questions absentmindedly
She, playfully, takes my phone off my hands
I am not playful
Annoyed, I yell 'Do you even know how important this is? How will you, you are illiterate old school!'
I snatch my phone, dismissing her
Flashback ends
Tears does not.
I sleep with a heavy chest.
Alarm rings.
Dark changes into balmy morning.
I open my eyes.
There is a figure infront of me.
The same that has been there since the day I could remember
With a cup of tea and breakfast in her hands
She says 'Wake up, betaa.'
The face with a smile.
#review #everyone #firsttry
Like any other ordinary days
It is also a very simple time
But I chose to appreciate
The little things in my life
World is always been discouraging
Hurtful, insolent and full of lies
And on those throbbing moments
I was blessed to have you by my side.
All the things you did for me
Can't be compared with anything in world
Those acts and words of appreciation
Brother, holds a big piece of my little heart
#Review #poem #vivektavinita
It is also a very simple time
But I chose to appreciate
The little things in my life
World is always been discouraging
Hurtful, insolent and full of lies
And on those throbbing moments
I was blessed to have you by my side.
All the things you did for me
Can't be compared with anything in world
Those acts and words of appreciation
Brother, holds a big piece of my little heart
#Review #poem #vivektavinita
The opening to my latest story
The footsteps echo in the silence of the night like the sirens of fire truck ringing endlessly on a loop. Sean hides behind a car, his chest ready to burst from the pressure of rapid breathing, the sides of his stomach hurting like they had been punchered with an ice peak. His thighs have all but given out, he couldn’t remember how far or how long he has run but he was sure that he was at the end of his rope; no more running, he decides. He lowers himself besides the car, his eyes searching from under the car’s bottom for shadows, his ears trying to pick up sounds of ghosts. Satisfied that he has left everyone behind, Sean closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, his lungs are on fire. Sean opens his eyes and his nerves feel like they have underwent a short circuit, he quails and if it wasn’t for the car he would’ve run away but now there was no way, a man is standing upon him, his head tilted to one side he is playing with the baseball bat in his hand like it was nun chucks. Next time Sean opens his eyes he finds himself in a dark dank place. His hands hurt from being tied behind for long enough, his torso hurts twice as bad since it had been a piñata for these bastards. ‘Good morning Sean’ a man tells him in a sweet voice as if he was in a flight and this man was his flight attendant but Sean wasn’t fooled by the honey like sweetness of his tone, he knew this man had so much venom in him that could kill viper if it were to bite him. Sean tries to find this man as his eyes adjust into the darkness of the room, as his eyes meet with this man, riptides of fear and panic start forming at the pit of his stomach, he couldn’t believe it that Rex himself was standing there. Sean was a very small man in the hierarchy of his group and for Rex to be present there for whatsoever reason was both an honor and a mark of something terrible happening in future. ‘Oh Sean, my brother. I don’t understand why you have to be in so much pain when all you have to do is speak. Just tell us and freedom is all yours. Things that you have always demanded of life is yours, think rationally’ Rex tells him in a therapist kind of voice. ‘I stand by my decision’ Sean speaks firmly, Rex says nothing but grins. ‘So you think you will redeem yourself by doing this? That the society will accept you once again? That you would be able to live a normal life?’ Rex says more seriously his face closing up on Sean ‘Yes, that’s what he has told us. He said that a clean life is still possible for us, that we would be treated like humans again despite of our past’ Sean replies holding his breath ‘He lied!’ Rex roars ‘There is no redemption for people like you. You belong to my side, you belong to my world not those who live outside oblivious of the truth’ Rex says through clenched teeth while Sean stays silent holding his breath thinking of a scheme that would help him communicate this to his master, he has to inform him that Rex is here, that things are about to go batshit crazy. ‘Give me keys Sean’ Rex says once again in his honey voice but his expression looks like the stings of thousands of bees. ‘I won’t’ Sean replies defiantly. Rex glides the tip of his knife along the lines of tattoo on his torso leaving a trail of blood anywhere that it passes. ‘He has made his choice’ Rex says turns around and leaves.
Author's note: I'm working on a mystery thriller right now and this is going to be my opening of chapter one. Do let me know your views about it.
#review #everyone #tm #story
The footsteps echo in the silence of the night like the sirens of fire truck ringing endlessly on a loop. Sean hides behind a car, his chest ready to burst from the pressure of rapid breathing, the sides of his stomach hurting like they had been punchered with an ice peak. His thighs have all but given out, he couldn’t remember how far or how long he has run but he was sure that he was at the end of his rope; no more running, he decides. He lowers himself besides the car, his eyes searching from under the car’s bottom for shadows, his ears trying to pick up sounds of ghosts. Satisfied that he has left everyone behind, Sean closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, his lungs are on fire. Sean opens his eyes and his nerves feel like they have underwent a short circuit, he quails and if it wasn’t for the car he would’ve run away but now there was no way, a man is standing upon him, his head tilted to one side he is playing with the baseball bat in his hand like it was nun chucks. Next time Sean opens his eyes he finds himself in a dark dank place. His hands hurt from being tied behind for long enough, his torso hurts twice as bad since it had been a piñata for these bastards. ‘Good morning Sean’ a man tells him in a sweet voice as if he was in a flight and this man was his flight attendant but Sean wasn’t fooled by the honey like sweetness of his tone, he knew this man had so much venom in him that could kill viper if it were to bite him. Sean tries to find this man as his eyes adjust into the darkness of the room, as his eyes meet with this man, riptides of fear and panic start forming at the pit of his stomach, he couldn’t believe it that Rex himself was standing there. Sean was a very small man in the hierarchy of his group and for Rex to be present there for whatsoever reason was both an honor and a mark of something terrible happening in future. ‘Oh Sean, my brother. I don’t understand why you have to be in so much pain when all you have to do is speak. Just tell us and freedom is all yours. Things that you have always demanded of life is yours, think rationally’ Rex tells him in a therapist kind of voice. ‘I stand by my decision’ Sean speaks firmly, Rex says nothing but grins. ‘So you think you will redeem yourself by doing this? That the society will accept you once again? That you would be able to live a normal life?’ Rex says more seriously his face closing up on Sean ‘Yes, that’s what he has told us. He said that a clean life is still possible for us, that we would be treated like humans again despite of our past’ Sean replies holding his breath ‘He lied!’ Rex roars ‘There is no redemption for people like you. You belong to my side, you belong to my world not those who live outside oblivious of the truth’ Rex says through clenched teeth while Sean stays silent holding his breath thinking of a scheme that would help him communicate this to his master, he has to inform him that Rex is here, that things are about to go batshit crazy. ‘Give me keys Sean’ Rex says once again in his honey voice but his expression looks like the stings of thousands of bees. ‘I won’t’ Sean replies defiantly. Rex glides the tip of his knife along the lines of tattoo on his torso leaving a trail of blood anywhere that it passes. ‘He has made his choice’ Rex says turns around and leaves.
Author's note: I'm working on a mystery thriller right now and this is going to be my opening of chapter one. Do let me know your views about it.
#review #everyone #tm #story
the darkness of my life
no need to stay here
I understood you
why you still there
what do you think
I am live in afraid
don't worry dark
I know you intended
you have no idea
who I am
you are only dark
this is not fame
see all the star
they are bright
you are only spread
you have no light
you devastated
my all the wishes
I feel bad
when you do messes
those day coming
when I feel independent
you do not reach there
where I am stand
this is your choice
you don't want to go
I m very stubbornly
why you always show
#review #everyone #poetry
#rosy
no need to stay here
I understood you
why you still there
what do you think
I am live in afraid
don't worry dark
I know you intended
you have no idea
who I am
you are only dark
this is not fame
see all the star
they are bright
you are only spread
you have no light
you devastated
my all the wishes
I feel bad
when you do messes
those day coming
when I feel independent
you do not reach there
where I am stand
this is your choice
you don't want to go
I m very stubbornly
why you always show
#review #everyone #poetry
#rosy
ME: I'm a celibate I don't feel any attraction or tension ...
ALSO ME: ...
30 MINUTES OF AN ENIGMA
Floral bedspreads, striped pillowcase. Yes! She was weird but this was not why. She had big glasses and freckles on her cheeks, but this was also not why ...
Suspended in nostalgic temporals! where she was anxiously in love and also liberated in the naked beauty God had created. Was this?... no ... she was only stuck here, and not weird.
Her dark spots on her face told her stories of creation. It reminded her of the Great Design, and in a way it always made her feel bad, but again, this wasn't what made her a weirdo.
She felt bad because life's scribbles and scratches on faces reminded her of her own presumably shitty jots and dots on paper. Which by the way, she still shared. Because she was good and yeah, this wasn't it too. She shared all her bad, good, and anything in between because she never denied anyone's taste.
Her style was more demanding because she played with her emotions until they were kind enough to scrawl something real for her. Or she maddened them to heights where they were deranged into the deep and wild.
And she wasn't weird because she played her songs like Beethoven. See much like the deaf composer she played for the rest to hear, but never really heard it herself. This just made her an artist ...
But before I go, let me tell you why she was weird. You're going to think this is dumb ... but hear me out ... no matter how much of a cat she looked like, she never shared the same calculated movements. She was clumsy. So clumsy that she can't even walk across an empty room without tripping or knocking over lamps that aren't even there.
She was a cat in a glitch storm where all her life colors spun tornadoes to mask her stars and sentiments. And I was just one of the many stupid fellows who fell under her spell.
—- This was written in context to a couple of profile pictures a friend had. Its an opening for a short story. It's bad really bad because it was written in 30 minutes and I didnt want to edit it. Hence the title. #shortstory
#review #surafelx #everyone
ALSO ME: ...
30 MINUTES OF AN ENIGMA
Floral bedspreads, striped pillowcase. Yes! She was weird but this was not why. She had big glasses and freckles on her cheeks, but this was also not why ...
Suspended in nostalgic temporals! where she was anxiously in love and also liberated in the naked beauty God had created. Was this?... no ... she was only stuck here, and not weird.
Her dark spots on her face told her stories of creation. It reminded her of the Great Design, and in a way it always made her feel bad, but again, this wasn't what made her a weirdo.
She felt bad because life's scribbles and scratches on faces reminded her of her own presumably shitty jots and dots on paper. Which by the way, she still shared. Because she was good and yeah, this wasn't it too. She shared all her bad, good, and anything in between because she never denied anyone's taste.
Her style was more demanding because she played with her emotions until they were kind enough to scrawl something real for her. Or she maddened them to heights where they were deranged into the deep and wild.
And she wasn't weird because she played her songs like Beethoven. See much like the deaf composer she played for the rest to hear, but never really heard it herself. This just made her an artist ...
But before I go, let me tell you why she was weird. You're going to think this is dumb ... but hear me out ... no matter how much of a cat she looked like, she never shared the same calculated movements. She was clumsy. So clumsy that she can't even walk across an empty room without tripping or knocking over lamps that aren't even there.
She was a cat in a glitch storm where all her life colors spun tornadoes to mask her stars and sentiments. And I was just one of the many stupid fellows who fell under her spell.
—- This was written in context to a couple of profile pictures a friend had. Its an opening for a short story. It's bad really bad because it was written in 30 minutes and I didnt want to edit it. Hence the title. #shortstory
#review #surafelx #everyone
Through the ocean called time,
I found an angel meant to be mine
It was a long journey with many rides
Many ups i cannot count,
So many downs i can't recount.
Love is the gum that binds you to your deeds,
It is finding happiness even in a dangerous sea.
It is the delicate power that keeps you alive
The only storm you cannot do without.
My soul have been apart for so long,
Then you came with a touch so strong,
Powerful enough to bring back this soul that's lost
You're my angel, the only one i want.
Like a bea without a sting,
Only you brings a smile to my face.
If i don't have you in my life, what would i do?
I'll be broken, lost, finished without a redo.
Love me like i do, you
Be the song that my heart wil always listen to
Be the angel that i see,
Give me the love that you shine.
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I found an angel meant to be mine
It was a long journey with many rides
Many ups i cannot count,
So many downs i can't recount.
Love is the gum that binds you to your deeds,
It is finding happiness even in a dangerous sea.
It is the delicate power that keeps you alive
The only storm you cannot do without.
My soul have been apart for so long,
Then you came with a touch so strong,
Powerful enough to bring back this soul that's lost
You're my angel, the only one i want.
Like a bea without a sting,
Only you brings a smile to my face.
If i don't have you in my life, what would i do?
I'll be broken, lost, finished without a redo.
Love me like i do, you
Be the song that my heart wil always listen to
Be the angel that i see,
Give me the love that you shine.
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All my tears dried up,
without getting noticed.
The darkness of night swallowed up,
storm of thoughts in my brain,
without getting help from a sane.
A deep breath calmed,
my trembling with dread,
without getting an assured voice,
"be not afraid."
"I, me & myself,"
All against the clock.
No one can slow down,
to see my breakdown.
My eyes going to burn,
my brain going to burst,
my heart going to stop beating.
Lost inside the mind's Chaos,
A soul confined to it's phobics,
All it needs ,words the most.
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without getting noticed.
The darkness of night swallowed up,
storm of thoughts in my brain,
without getting help from a sane.
A deep breath calmed,
my trembling with dread,
without getting an assured voice,
"be not afraid."
"I, me & myself,"
All against the clock.
No one can slow down,
to see my breakdown.
My eyes going to burn,
my brain going to burst,
my heart going to stop beating.
Lost inside the mind's Chaos,
A soul confined to it's phobics,
All it needs ,words the most.
#review #everyone #poetry
The Pitiful LifeThe Pitiful Life
For far too long I yearned,
For far too long I burned,
The solitude which had me engulfed,
Was now getting me bummed,
Quick to catch, was I,
The first to even try,
The leap before the look,
Always bound to land in a hook,
Love isn't the only blinding one,
Desperation too has always won,
The newfound fiery light,
Doused quicker than it shone bright,
The creeping weariness crept,
The seething loathing seethed,
His mischievous ways do never end,
For he brings forth a newfound friend
The raw and bare emotions,
Struck up by the magical potions,
The engineered peace lays festered,
The faux calm is now pestered,
Now mischief begets itself,
The wicked are beyond help,
The fascination mutual,
The doubts as well,
What now?
What not?
Time and distance,
Or time and proximity?
Only time alone can tell.
My heart goes on.
#InfiniteBliss #poetry #FirstAttempt #review
Author's Note: This is my very first attempt at poetry, fuelled by a surprise encounter I never could have imagined. Please bear with the cliche rhyming scheme!
For far too long I yearned,
For far too long I burned,
The solitude which had me engulfed,
Was now getting me bummed,
Quick to catch, was I,
The first to even try,
The leap before the look,
Always bound to land in a hook,
Love isn't the only blinding one,
Desperation too has always won,
The newfound fiery light,
Doused quicker than it shone bright,
The creeping weariness crept,
The seething loathing seethed,
His mischievous ways do never end,
For he brings forth a newfound friend
The raw and bare emotions,
Struck up by the magical potions,
The engineered peace lays festered,
The faux calm is now pestered,
Now mischief begets itself,
The wicked are beyond help,
The fascination mutual,
The doubts as well,
What now?
What not?
Time and distance,
Or time and proximity?
Only time alone can tell.
My heart goes on.
#InfiniteBliss #poetry #FirstAttempt #review
Author's Note: This is my very first attempt at poetry, fuelled by a surprise encounter I never could have imagined. Please bear with the cliche rhyming scheme!
A World Apart
Chapter 8
It was like a lightning strike when I first saw him.
He looked magnificent, the way he moved, he looked like breeze blowing the leaves lightly away from the ground onto the water, turning them into mini gondolas.
First time I took his hand in mine, I knew it was my fate to be here with him. He was funny, a bit stupid but somehow intelligent, and a magician too.
My heart swelled, my nerves were filled with electricity and I felt like I might have a reason to live again. As I walked with him I kept wishing to god that this walk never ended, that he never tells me to leave.
While on one hand I wanted to die, on the other, in my head dreams exploded like a balloon, seeing myself with him every single moment of my life. I tried to imagine what my life could have been if he was with me all this time, what if he stays with me all my life.
In all this thinking I almost forgot I needed to breath. Then again I never saw what was coming next.
I explored his world, a bit different but all the way same. The more time I spent with him the more I realised how much he loved me, but for some reason I was getting sick.
Perhaps it was my depression or something else I didn't know, that is unless one night he came into my dream.
I tried to kiss him on his lip but instead I went through him, a shiver ran through my spine. I looked at him in horror.
"Don't worry," he told me.
"It's my astral form you can't touch me in it. I can only keep this form up for 30 minutes so please listen to me carefully." I nod
"Naoko, you have to leave this world," he declared I felt devastated at his straightforwardness.
"I thought you loved me?" I asked him.
"Yes, that's why I'm telling you to leave."
"But why?" I ask him again
"Because I love you." He replies
"I don't get it!" I reply irated.
"Explain!" I tell him giving him a hard look
Author's note: We are getting real close to the end you guys, hang on..
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Chapter 8
It was like a lightning strike when I first saw him.
He looked magnificent, the way he moved, he looked like breeze blowing the leaves lightly away from the ground onto the water, turning them into mini gondolas.
First time I took his hand in mine, I knew it was my fate to be here with him. He was funny, a bit stupid but somehow intelligent, and a magician too.
My heart swelled, my nerves were filled with electricity and I felt like I might have a reason to live again. As I walked with him I kept wishing to god that this walk never ended, that he never tells me to leave.
While on one hand I wanted to die, on the other, in my head dreams exploded like a balloon, seeing myself with him every single moment of my life. I tried to imagine what my life could have been if he was with me all this time, what if he stays with me all my life.
In all this thinking I almost forgot I needed to breath. Then again I never saw what was coming next.
I explored his world, a bit different but all the way same. The more time I spent with him the more I realised how much he loved me, but for some reason I was getting sick.
Perhaps it was my depression or something else I didn't know, that is unless one night he came into my dream.
I tried to kiss him on his lip but instead I went through him, a shiver ran through my spine. I looked at him in horror.
"Don't worry," he told me.
"It's my astral form you can't touch me in it. I can only keep this form up for 30 minutes so please listen to me carefully." I nod
"Naoko, you have to leave this world," he declared I felt devastated at his straightforwardness.
"I thought you loved me?" I asked him.
"Yes, that's why I'm telling you to leave."
"But why?" I ask him again
"Because I love you." He replies
"I don't get it!" I reply irated.
"Explain!" I tell him giving him a hard look
Author's note: We are getting real close to the end you guys, hang on..
#tm #everyone #review #shortstory
He was hoping for me to cry for love,
He is still waiting for to come back anywhere,
But he forgot, after that heart break tears also died,
And the feelings for him also got buried somewhere themselves..
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He is still waiting for to come back anywhere,
But he forgot, after that heart break tears also died,
And the feelings for him also got buried somewhere themselves..
#review #brokenemotions
Don't stop and scream at the pebble that made you fall.
If you can't get up, at least crawl.
You gotta move forward
And never be cornered
By the thoughts that created an invisible border.
Life is hard.
Life may leave some scars,
But never be afraid
Of what lies ahead.
You can get through.
You just need some faith
And the belief that everything works out for the best.
When life gets you down, you gotta bounce back up.
No matter how hard, you have to get up.
Life may be hard,
But it can also be fun.
Explore different paths
And hold up your flag.
The flag is the symbol that you've made it far.
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If you can't get up, at least crawl.
You gotta move forward
And never be cornered
By the thoughts that created an invisible border.
Life is hard.
Life may leave some scars,
But never be afraid
Of what lies ahead.
You can get through.
You just need some faith
And the belief that everything works out for the best.
When life gets you down, you gotta bounce back up.
No matter how hard, you have to get up.
Life may be hard,
But it can also be fun.
Explore different paths
And hold up your flag.
The flag is the symbol that you've made it far.
#kkr #review
"Are you the one"
Some people come to rule
May be I am not the one..
But wait a minute
To decide that are
You the one....
Many a times
I doubt on myself..
My brain asks me
"To doubt over proficiencies
are you the one"
Sometimes I judge myself
I get depressed
My heart cries
"Are you the one"
Sometimes People judge me
I get harassed
My soul says me
"Are they the one"
First time I felt useless
God said to me
"YOU ARE THE ONE"
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Some people come to rule
May be I am not the one..
But wait a minute
To decide that are
You the one....
Many a times
I doubt on myself..
My brain asks me
"To doubt over proficiencies
are you the one"
Sometimes I judge myself
I get depressed
My heart cries
"Are you the one"
Sometimes People judge me
I get harassed
My soul says me
"Are they the one"
First time I felt useless
God said to me
"YOU ARE THE ONE"
#kkr #review