Title : 2081 The last flight from Earth to mars
Waking and getting up from my bed,
Shocked to see environment brown and the sky slightly red.
With tall buildings everywhere, a single tree is yet to be seen,
It feels like an awful dream as yesterday only the world was more green.
There’s some suffocation so I run back to the room,
Where the digital newspaper reads- “JAN 2041, 12 years of calamity and doom”.
The more I breathe; my heart aches and my eyes weep,
So thinking of waking up in a clean world, I go back again to sleep.
This time, opening my eyes, I run to the balcony,
The world is full of smoke, the continuous raining acid shows nature’s agony.
I am about to go unconscious before my son gives me an oxygen mask!
The usual earth bulletin shouts- “22 Jan 2061: today we start mars rehabilitation task”.
“There will be an auction and ones who will pay more will first leave the earth”,
“Additional cost, they have to pay to book their space shuttle berth”.
We destroyed the planet, extinction of humanity it seems,
I pinch myself and close my eyes. Maybe it’ll end this array of dreadful dreams.
Once more, I open my eyes but I feel exhausted; I feel so weak,
I want to say something but breathing tube doesn’t allow me to speak.
There is an announcement which says- “12 March 2081: the last flight to mars”,
“Last bits of oxygen left, the planet is succumbing because of its scars”.
“Healthy and rich have departed, elderly and poor have been left around”,
“So leftover shouldn’t panic or cry because a new hope for humanity has been found”.
At least my future generations have survived, with this reason I sigh,
It no longer feels a dream; so I close my eyes waiting to die.
But suddenly I hear something as if my mother is shouting,
Like she is pulling me out while in the sea of emotions I am drowning.
Covered with sweat, I wake up and run to see the newspaper,
Gosh! It’s 2020 only, and those dreams evaporated like vapour.
The earth is struggling, maybe the virus is one of its defence,
Something we have to do before those dreams make some sense.
Saving earth is our only hope and nothing else can protect us,
As the legends say- “If we will leave our mother, everyone will reject us”.
#review #wca #wcss #themodernsaint
Waking and getting up from my bed,
Shocked to see environment brown and the sky slightly red.
With tall buildings everywhere, a single tree is yet to be seen,
It feels like an awful dream as yesterday only the world was more green.
There’s some suffocation so I run back to the room,
Where the digital newspaper reads- “JAN 2041, 12 years of calamity and doom”.
The more I breathe; my heart aches and my eyes weep,
So thinking of waking up in a clean world, I go back again to sleep.
This time, opening my eyes, I run to the balcony,
The world is full of smoke, the continuous raining acid shows nature’s agony.
I am about to go unconscious before my son gives me an oxygen mask!
The usual earth bulletin shouts- “22 Jan 2061: today we start mars rehabilitation task”.
“There will be an auction and ones who will pay more will first leave the earth”,
“Additional cost, they have to pay to book their space shuttle berth”.
We destroyed the planet, extinction of humanity it seems,
I pinch myself and close my eyes. Maybe it’ll end this array of dreadful dreams.
Once more, I open my eyes but I feel exhausted; I feel so weak,
I want to say something but breathing tube doesn’t allow me to speak.
There is an announcement which says- “12 March 2081: the last flight to mars”,
“Last bits of oxygen left, the planet is succumbing because of its scars”.
“Healthy and rich have departed, elderly and poor have been left around”,
“So leftover shouldn’t panic or cry because a new hope for humanity has been found”.
At least my future generations have survived, with this reason I sigh,
It no longer feels a dream; so I close my eyes waiting to die.
But suddenly I hear something as if my mother is shouting,
Like she is pulling me out while in the sea of emotions I am drowning.
Covered with sweat, I wake up and run to see the newspaper,
Gosh! It’s 2020 only, and those dreams evaporated like vapour.
The earth is struggling, maybe the virus is one of its defence,
Something we have to do before those dreams make some sense.
Saving earth is our only hope and nothing else can protect us,
As the legends say- “If we will leave our mother, everyone will reject us”.
#review #wca #wcss #themodernsaint
Sometimes I question myself, “What is death?”
Is it something that happens when we permanently cease our breath?
Or is it what our holy mythological books describe?
That the soul leaves the body and in the greater power it imbibes!
Some of them believe we die to be born in the mortal world again,
While some give theories which even they can’t explain!
But don’t we die when we lose our morals and forget our ethics?
When we commit a crime destroying god’s aesthetics!
We behave like demons, leaving the actual living nature,
Harass or kill someone and increase our fake evil stature!
Our body may look fine outside, but the soul inside is dead,
Grief and destruction of friends and family is the thing which lies ahead!
Or don’t we die when within us our identity is lost?
And in the sea of uncertainty, our existence is tossed!
We live without dreams of doing things which we never desired,
Sacrificing our thoughts of living in a way which we always aspired!
Living up to someone else’s expectations, choking our own,
Inside we die waiting for someone to hear our moans!
Or maybe we perish when all our hopes are shattered,
When the happiness of our lives into pieces is scattered!
Gradually all the motivation from our life disappears,
So to the path of depression, the vehicle of our life steers.
The person may laugh outside but inside he is crying,
It becomes even more difficult to ask for help when the spirit is dying!
We die many times before we face actual death,
But it’s up to us to revive ourselves or lay our wreath!
Just like games, our life also has the option to respawn,
No one knows about rebirth, but in this life, I believe we can be reborn!
A little belief with a pinch of happiness can help us pass a terrible phase,
Because life has everything, only we can decide what we have to chase!
#review #themodernsaint #death
Is it something that happens when we permanently cease our breath?
Or is it what our holy mythological books describe?
That the soul leaves the body and in the greater power it imbibes!
Some of them believe we die to be born in the mortal world again,
While some give theories which even they can’t explain!
But don’t we die when we lose our morals and forget our ethics?
When we commit a crime destroying god’s aesthetics!
We behave like demons, leaving the actual living nature,
Harass or kill someone and increase our fake evil stature!
Our body may look fine outside, but the soul inside is dead,
Grief and destruction of friends and family is the thing which lies ahead!
Or don’t we die when within us our identity is lost?
And in the sea of uncertainty, our existence is tossed!
We live without dreams of doing things which we never desired,
Sacrificing our thoughts of living in a way which we always aspired!
Living up to someone else’s expectations, choking our own,
Inside we die waiting for someone to hear our moans!
Or maybe we perish when all our hopes are shattered,
When the happiness of our lives into pieces is scattered!
Gradually all the motivation from our life disappears,
So to the path of depression, the vehicle of our life steers.
The person may laugh outside but inside he is crying,
It becomes even more difficult to ask for help when the spirit is dying!
We die many times before we face actual death,
But it’s up to us to revive ourselves or lay our wreath!
Just like games, our life also has the option to respawn,
No one knows about rebirth, but in this life, I believe we can be reborn!
A little belief with a pinch of happiness can help us pass a terrible phase,
Because life has everything, only we can decide what we have to chase!
#review #themodernsaint #death
NSFW
Title - Fantasies of the dark mind
She had the charm in her eyes, but something else attracted me more,
As her brown skin wrapped in saree started becoming my fantasy store!
Her smile was contagious. Still, her imperfect curves blew my mind,
When it weaved sexual desires around her, leaving everything else behind.
Her thoughts surrounded my eyes, both open and closed,
To unravel those secrets was the only thought my mind could hold!
The time too came when incandescent rains got me stuck at her home,
Dripping water from pink saree made my fantasy reach its epitome.
When my eyes were looking at the drop tracing her back, she caught the stare,
Maybe that’s what I desired but when she came close was too scared.
Pulling me through the collar, on the lips, suddenly she kissed,
Adrenaline spiked, heart started racing, but the fear inside was dismissed!
With the noise of only rains around, the deepest desires eyes were communicating,
Lips in contact with hands trying to feel each other, the moment was exhilarating!
The trembling hands started removing clothes, which seemed like barricades,
More beautiful than my imagination, the beauty of Cleopatra she portrayed!
Eyes and hands felt less to capture her attractive cleave and her curves,
And the lips were desperate to touch the beauty, those blouses and sarees preserve!
With each touch on those unexplored, the pitch of her moan increased,
And when she placed hands on the dagger, my heartbeats also ceased!
In the music of rain, the chains rattled when beasts danced, giving each other scars,
It felt like as if both the souls left the earth to meet on the stars!
The anguished voices coming out were filled with desire and lust,
Still trying to hold each other for the excitement peak signified the trust!
Everything was going so well until the alarm clock interrupted,
Things faded like vapours, and whole enjoyment was disrupted!
It was such a beautiful dream which looked like reality,
Depicting my deepest sexual desires they showed me the sensuality.
The words are not enough to describe the experience,
Where in the forest of sleep, the dreams are so dense!
#themodernsaint #review #erotica
Title - Fantasies of the dark mind
She had the charm in her eyes, but something else attracted me more,
As her brown skin wrapped in saree started becoming my fantasy store!
Her smile was contagious. Still, her imperfect curves blew my mind,
When it weaved sexual desires around her, leaving everything else behind.
Her thoughts surrounded my eyes, both open and closed,
To unravel those secrets was the only thought my mind could hold!
The time too came when incandescent rains got me stuck at her home,
Dripping water from pink saree made my fantasy reach its epitome.
When my eyes were looking at the drop tracing her back, she caught the stare,
Maybe that’s what I desired but when she came close was too scared.
Pulling me through the collar, on the lips, suddenly she kissed,
Adrenaline spiked, heart started racing, but the fear inside was dismissed!
With the noise of only rains around, the deepest desires eyes were communicating,
Lips in contact with hands trying to feel each other, the moment was exhilarating!
The trembling hands started removing clothes, which seemed like barricades,
More beautiful than my imagination, the beauty of Cleopatra she portrayed!
Eyes and hands felt less to capture her attractive cleave and her curves,
And the lips were desperate to touch the beauty, those blouses and sarees preserve!
With each touch on those unexplored, the pitch of her moan increased,
And when she placed hands on the dagger, my heartbeats also ceased!
In the music of rain, the chains rattled when beasts danced, giving each other scars,
It felt like as if both the souls left the earth to meet on the stars!
The anguished voices coming out were filled with desire and lust,
Still trying to hold each other for the excitement peak signified the trust!
Everything was going so well until the alarm clock interrupted,
Things faded like vapours, and whole enjoyment was disrupted!
It was such a beautiful dream which looked like reality,
Depicting my deepest sexual desires they showed me the sensuality.
The words are not enough to describe the experience,
Where in the forest of sleep, the dreams are so dense!
#themodernsaint #review #erotica
Title - Dear Men
Dear men,
Do you remember when the first time on a bicycle, you were trying to ride?
And you fell, got injured and started crying because it was the pain you couldn’t hide.
So someone picked you up and scolded that men don’t weep,
No matter what the situation is, the tears inside you have to keep!
So that boy wiped up his eyes and tried to be strong as much as he could be,
But your pillow which is wet every day, can’t they see?
Do you remember the time when you were playing with some dolls?
So someone forced you to go outside to play cricket or football.
Or the time when you wore that pink shirt on your birthday?
So your friends mocked you as they thought feminine colours take masculinity away.
In that mockery and discrimination, your choices were ransacked,
But why do they ask now that you wear only white and black?
Do you remember the first time you said someone that you feel alone?
You feel like happiness is getting lost and you are sliding into depression zone!
So they ignored you saying you should be strong as men can’t be weak,
Don’t cry and be tough as damsels only want those who have macho physique!
And then you cried in the corners as telling someone you couldn’t dare,
But why they question your suicide and why your problems you didn’t share?
Speak out! Speak out before the world is short of dry pillows,
Before someone else is forcefully handed a blade of willows!
The suicide rates of men were always higher than that of women,
As society makes us machines of earning, dehumanising us each second!
We can only win the war with patriarchy if every gender comes together,
As equality is the only way to get out and it will be forever!
#review #themodernsaint #poetry
Dear men,
Do you remember when the first time on a bicycle, you were trying to ride?
And you fell, got injured and started crying because it was the pain you couldn’t hide.
So someone picked you up and scolded that men don’t weep,
No matter what the situation is, the tears inside you have to keep!
So that boy wiped up his eyes and tried to be strong as much as he could be,
But your pillow which is wet every day, can’t they see?
Do you remember the time when you were playing with some dolls?
So someone forced you to go outside to play cricket or football.
Or the time when you wore that pink shirt on your birthday?
So your friends mocked you as they thought feminine colours take masculinity away.
In that mockery and discrimination, your choices were ransacked,
But why do they ask now that you wear only white and black?
Do you remember the first time you said someone that you feel alone?
You feel like happiness is getting lost and you are sliding into depression zone!
So they ignored you saying you should be strong as men can’t be weak,
Don’t cry and be tough as damsels only want those who have macho physique!
And then you cried in the corners as telling someone you couldn’t dare,
But why they question your suicide and why your problems you didn’t share?
Speak out! Speak out before the world is short of dry pillows,
Before someone else is forcefully handed a blade of willows!
The suicide rates of men were always higher than that of women,
As society makes us machines of earning, dehumanising us each second!
We can only win the war with patriarchy if every gender comes together,
As equality is the only way to get out and it will be forever!
#review #themodernsaint #poetry