#Ashish #review
Beauty
Drizzling drizzling heart was like,
With steps in midst of forest light,
Soul though calm , but noisy creek,
Forest echoed with voice so deep.
Heavy trees with lively blooms,
With tiny droplets in night of june,
Joyful bees in joyful site,
Thoust say, this beauty , right.
Neither wilt or droop with moon,
And fade away after bliss of noon,
Or , is it born or sheltered in heart,
Which breaks when two lovers moves apart.
Oh lord , thou tell me honest deeds,
What is beauty and how it feels,
A beauty deep but long to keep,
Tangled with memories, scars so deep,
Might be sky,lust ,wood or rain,
Its every fragment, enshrined in veins,
Which dazes beat with subtle sound,
Is it beauty, u feel around.
Beauty
Drizzling drizzling heart was like,
With steps in midst of forest light,
Soul though calm , but noisy creek,
Forest echoed with voice so deep.
Heavy trees with lively blooms,
With tiny droplets in night of june,
Joyful bees in joyful site,
Thoust say, this beauty , right.
Neither wilt or droop with moon,
And fade away after bliss of noon,
Or , is it born or sheltered in heart,
Which breaks when two lovers moves apart.
Oh lord , thou tell me honest deeds,
What is beauty and how it feels,
A beauty deep but long to keep,
Tangled with memories, scars so deep,
Might be sky,lust ,wood or rain,
Its every fragment, enshrined in veins,
Which dazes beat with subtle sound,
Is it beauty, u feel around.
I am afraid to tell no to my freinds,
When they put a cigarette in my hands,
And forces me to smoke it,
Just because its the new trend.
I dont ask why,
when he forces me to bunk the classes,
Cause i am afraid,
i would not belong to the masses.
Freinds are important, that is what people says,
But how can a person strive in this toxic group for days,
I know i can refuse or make any excuse or just say them no,
But wouldnt people judge me, about me being so slow.
But is that truly what i am afraid of,
Because,when i start to think, my mind is blown,
That i m not afraid of losing my freinds,
But i am afraid to be left alone.
Lonliness is what drives me mad,
Being disconnected just makes me sad,
In the search of love and care,
What i got was just tears and despair.
You can make few sacrifices to level up for your freinds
But those sacrifices should not be the start to your end.
So alll my dear peers
When you come across such situations,
When you feel that fear,
Just close your eyes and tell your heart,
That you are afraid to lose yourself,
But you are always ready for an awesome start....
-M
#review
#peerpressure
#M
When they put a cigarette in my hands,
And forces me to smoke it,
Just because its the new trend.
I dont ask why,
when he forces me to bunk the classes,
Cause i am afraid,
i would not belong to the masses.
Freinds are important, that is what people says,
But how can a person strive in this toxic group for days,
I know i can refuse or make any excuse or just say them no,
But wouldnt people judge me, about me being so slow.
But is that truly what i am afraid of,
Because,when i start to think, my mind is blown,
That i m not afraid of losing my freinds,
But i am afraid to be left alone.
Lonliness is what drives me mad,
Being disconnected just makes me sad,
In the search of love and care,
What i got was just tears and despair.
You can make few sacrifices to level up for your freinds
But those sacrifices should not be the start to your end.
So alll my dear peers
When you come across such situations,
When you feel that fear,
Just close your eyes and tell your heart,
That you are afraid to lose yourself,
But you are always ready for an awesome start....
-M
#review
#peerpressure
#M
when the eyes see
and the ears hear,
they guide the brain
on its painting
of the common sense-
if to clear and restart
or on fault on some part
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
and the ears hear,
they guide the brain
on its painting
of the common sense-
if to clear and restart
or on fault on some part
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
Meeting with God
Part 3
When she arrived, Will was kind enough to get up and let her have the seat. Her smile implying gratitude, she sat on the rag followed by a moaning sound that was due to her over- ripe age.
Will, he offered her the bag of potato chips as from her countenance he felt that she hadn't encountered such food any time soon.
Hunger can sometimes betray the feelings of shame and shyness, in her brain she waited for a second processing some shameful thoughts about her taking food from a little boy. Still rumbling won over shying emotions she whole heartly took the potato chip bag, her hands were rough, it felt as if she had done some hardcore work her entire life.
After eating a bite her eyebrows reflected a lightness, she took a brief sigh and then put out a big smile looking at him.Will he hadn't seen anyone so happy because of his works, it felt as if the happiness of the entire world had gathered in that one smile.
The clouds by now have grown darker, the rain was approaching earth anytime soon, He took the juice and pierced a small white straw into it, even though the small pieces of potato chip had not extinguished his hunger, juice was necessary, still he offered it to the granny expecting her bright smile again.
As she saw the juice offered, flickring feelings rushed her heart she still took it, as her ravaging was more than anything, no food for a week can make a young bloke faint compared to the little-old woman.
Taking it from Will's hand she passed a faint smile which turned into a bright joyous beam. The way she drank the juice sip by sip the gentleness on her face, the feeling of utter relief it was wonderful. Will grinned seeing her beam .
The clouds by now had started to dribble, if he waited anymore he had to wait for hours before he could go home. He stood up bearing the constant smile on his chubby cheeks, gave a hand to the women, and then carrying his basket he plunged away only to return back and give her a tight hug to see her smile again.
The rain touched the dry earth and gentleness hit the boy's heart. He went back home running, leaping in joy. Sometimes jumping in small ponds that were formed on the road ruining his attire.
When he reached his door, his parents were outside the house because it was dropping inside the ceiling and had big cracks through which water poured. Will's mother didn't even wait for a moment to pass as she saw Will in dirt she slapped him on further inquiry when he had no money she pulled him up to his ears.
"Where is the money!, haven't you earned a penny" anger giving posture to her loud voice.
" I gave it to God '' he said, he had begun to sobb by then.
"There is no God foolish " his father said, giving him a spat, Will bursted in tears and rain throwing the basket prone to rain.
The Old lady on the other end reached her little hut full wet and soaked smile was still constant on her face.
An ugly looking women received her
" Why are you so happy" she asked as if she had never seen her smiling .
" I met God you know, he is much younger than I thought! "
We often misjudge God to be Shiv,Allah or Jesus but for crystal hearts, God is an emotion, God is love, care and warmth.
Be kind to someone and be a little angel and bring happiness in someone's life.
#review #Shashwat
Part 3
When she arrived, Will was kind enough to get up and let her have the seat. Her smile implying gratitude, she sat on the rag followed by a moaning sound that was due to her over- ripe age.
Will, he offered her the bag of potato chips as from her countenance he felt that she hadn't encountered such food any time soon.
Hunger can sometimes betray the feelings of shame and shyness, in her brain she waited for a second processing some shameful thoughts about her taking food from a little boy. Still rumbling won over shying emotions she whole heartly took the potato chip bag, her hands were rough, it felt as if she had done some hardcore work her entire life.
After eating a bite her eyebrows reflected a lightness, she took a brief sigh and then put out a big smile looking at him.Will he hadn't seen anyone so happy because of his works, it felt as if the happiness of the entire world had gathered in that one smile.
The clouds by now have grown darker, the rain was approaching earth anytime soon, He took the juice and pierced a small white straw into it, even though the small pieces of potato chip had not extinguished his hunger, juice was necessary, still he offered it to the granny expecting her bright smile again.
As she saw the juice offered, flickring feelings rushed her heart she still took it, as her ravaging was more than anything, no food for a week can make a young bloke faint compared to the little-old woman.
Taking it from Will's hand she passed a faint smile which turned into a bright joyous beam. The way she drank the juice sip by sip the gentleness on her face, the feeling of utter relief it was wonderful. Will grinned seeing her beam .
The clouds by now had started to dribble, if he waited anymore he had to wait for hours before he could go home. He stood up bearing the constant smile on his chubby cheeks, gave a hand to the women, and then carrying his basket he plunged away only to return back and give her a tight hug to see her smile again.
The rain touched the dry earth and gentleness hit the boy's heart. He went back home running, leaping in joy. Sometimes jumping in small ponds that were formed on the road ruining his attire.
When he reached his door, his parents were outside the house because it was dropping inside the ceiling and had big cracks through which water poured. Will's mother didn't even wait for a moment to pass as she saw Will in dirt she slapped him on further inquiry when he had no money she pulled him up to his ears.
"Where is the money!, haven't you earned a penny" anger giving posture to her loud voice.
" I gave it to God '' he said, he had begun to sobb by then.
"There is no God foolish " his father said, giving him a spat, Will bursted in tears and rain throwing the basket prone to rain.
The Old lady on the other end reached her little hut full wet and soaked smile was still constant on her face.
An ugly looking women received her
" Why are you so happy" she asked as if she had never seen her smiling .
" I met God you know, he is much younger than I thought! "
We often misjudge God to be Shiv,Allah or Jesus but for crystal hearts, God is an emotion, God is love, care and warmth.
Be kind to someone and be a little angel and bring happiness in someone's life.
#review #Shashwat
faith gives us our plumes
that clothes us and allows us to fly.
we're protected from the cold.
hence, we don't shiver, let alone
knock out the world.
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
that clothes us and allows us to fly.
we're protected from the cold.
hence, we don't shiver, let alone
knock out the world.
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
Judge wisely #4
Symbolical story
The morning rang the bell,but my gardener did not . The plants were all drying up, the beauty that was maintained began to perish.It was noon, plants began to die by then, my servant arehole! . My favourite green flower that blooms once in a blue moon is dying .
He struck the door by the evening, I scoffed him for being late," Have you seen the plants dying ? My Rose, I would hit you If I had a dagger!"
The Rose, had a chance to live if watered well. My servent just went to the well speaking in a husky voice," My daughter died last night"
Some things can be late, some cannot. The flower by then had died in the searing heat; it was the master who chose death and not servant.
Ps : its similar to a story by rabindranath tagore !
#review #shortstory #Shashwat
Symbolical story
The morning rang the bell,but my gardener did not . The plants were all drying up, the beauty that was maintained began to perish.It was noon, plants began to die by then, my servant arehole! . My favourite green flower that blooms once in a blue moon is dying .
He struck the door by the evening, I scoffed him for being late," Have you seen the plants dying ? My Rose, I would hit you If I had a dagger!"
The Rose, had a chance to live if watered well. My servent just went to the well speaking in a husky voice," My daughter died last night"
Some things can be late, some cannot. The flower by then had died in the searing heat; it was the master who chose death and not servant.
Ps : its similar to a story by rabindranath tagore !
#review #shortstory #Shashwat
Oh, dear tiger!
You are a most exquisite creature,
Your rind is black and gold,
You clamour and growl,
In the wilderness whole darkness.
Oh, dear tiger!
You are gratified,
But vicious and ruthless.
Your hoofs are intense as a razor,
Your teeth are tricky as a silverware.
Oh, dear tiger!
You are untamed and wild,
You are the sovereign of the wilderness,
You are enormous of craziness,
You are the noblest creature.
Oh, dear tiger!
You quest fierce,
Be cautious of violent cats,
But now you are in hazard,
You are being massacred by voracious hunters,
If this proceeds, you will be extinct.
- Aira
#review #ae #ode
You are a most exquisite creature,
Your rind is black and gold,
You clamour and growl,
In the wilderness whole darkness.
Oh, dear tiger!
You are gratified,
But vicious and ruthless.
Your hoofs are intense as a razor,
Your teeth are tricky as a silverware.
Oh, dear tiger!
You are untamed and wild,
You are the sovereign of the wilderness,
You are enormous of craziness,
You are the noblest creature.
Oh, dear tiger!
You quest fierce,
Be cautious of violent cats,
But now you are in hazard,
You are being massacred by voracious hunters,
If this proceeds, you will be extinct.
- Aira
#review #ae #ode
Oh, dear tiger!
You are a most exquisite creature,
Your rind is black and gold,
You clamour and growl,
In the wilderness whole darkness.
Oh, dear tiger!
You are gratified,
But vicious and ruthless.
Your hoofs are intense as a razor,
Your teeth are tricky as a silverware.
Oh, dear tiger!
You are untamed and wild,
You are the sovereign of the wilderness,
You are enormous of craziness,
You are the noblest creature.
Oh, dear tiger!
You quest fierce,
Be cautious of violent cats,
But now you are in hazard,
You are being massacred by voracious hunters,
If this proceeds, you will be extinct.
- Aira
#review #ae #ode
You are a most exquisite creature,
Your rind is black and gold,
You clamour and growl,
In the wilderness whole darkness.
Oh, dear tiger!
You are gratified,
But vicious and ruthless.
Your hoofs are intense as a razor,
Your teeth are tricky as a silverware.
Oh, dear tiger!
You are untamed and wild,
You are the sovereign of the wilderness,
You are enormous of craziness,
You are the noblest creature.
Oh, dear tiger!
You quest fierce,
Be cautious of violent cats,
But now you are in hazard,
You are being massacred by voracious hunters,
If this proceeds, you will be extinct.
- Aira
#review #ae #ode
#TheTangledWords #review #poetry #everyone
All happened in this one moment you shone
Bright, white and I had to shield my eyes,
Closed up to see your shining smile that
Dethroned me of my sorrow which I hold so tight,
Excuse me, who are you?
Few only a few have left me questioned like you do. Guys like you only appeared in fairy tales, I thought
How can this be the reality?
Is this a dream, oh god!
Just tell me the truth, you can't be real. Let me Know if I'm allowed to feel as
Love like is so unusual to me.
My whole life, it's just been a zero possibility thing, Nothing like you has ever embraced me,
Oh! hope don't lose this, if this is a
Pantomime, so be it. I will
Quarrel with my fate no more, let this moment be a
Rose without a thorn!
Sentence myself to your heart,
Take me to the paradise of love
Uncertain if this would work out but my
Verve says it'll be alright.By the way
Will you tell me your name now?I Can't call you
X
Y
Z forever.
Note - ( Notice the first letter of each line. *XYZ is used in english for names that are not given or identified)
All happened in this one moment you shone
Bright, white and I had to shield my eyes,
Closed up to see your shining smile that
Dethroned me of my sorrow which I hold so tight,
Excuse me, who are you?
Few only a few have left me questioned like you do. Guys like you only appeared in fairy tales, I thought
How can this be the reality?
Is this a dream, oh god!
Just tell me the truth, you can't be real. Let me Know if I'm allowed to feel as
Love like is so unusual to me.
My whole life, it's just been a zero possibility thing, Nothing like you has ever embraced me,
Oh! hope don't lose this, if this is a
Pantomime, so be it. I will
Quarrel with my fate no more, let this moment be a
Rose without a thorn!
Sentence myself to your heart,
Take me to the paradise of love
Uncertain if this would work out but my
Verve says it'll be alright.By the way
Will you tell me your name now?I Can't call you
X
Y
Z forever.
Note - ( Notice the first letter of each line. *XYZ is used in english for names that are not given or identified)
#poetry #everyone #review #TheTangledWords
All happened in this one moment you shone
Bright, white and I had to shield my eyes,
Closed up to see your shining smile that
Dethroned me of my sorrow.
Excuse me, who are you?
Few people gives me butterflies.
Guys like you are fairy tale beings.
How can this be the reality?
Is this a dream, oh god!
Just tell if it's an illusion. Let me
Know if I'm allowed to feel as
Love like is so unusual to me.
My whole life was spent in searching,
Nothing like you has ever embraced me,
Oh! hope I don't lose this, if this is a
Pantomime, so be it. I will
Quarrel with my fate no more, this can be a
Rose without a thorn!
Sentence myself to your heart,
Take me to the paradise of love,
Uncertain if this would work out but my
Verve says it'll be alright.By the way
Will you say who you are?I Can't call you
X
Y
Z forever.
Note - (notice the first letter of each line. *xyz in English is used when there's no given identity of a person*)
All happened in this one moment you shone
Bright, white and I had to shield my eyes,
Closed up to see your shining smile that
Dethroned me of my sorrow.
Excuse me, who are you?
Few people gives me butterflies.
Guys like you are fairy tale beings.
How can this be the reality?
Is this a dream, oh god!
Just tell if it's an illusion. Let me
Know if I'm allowed to feel as
Love like is so unusual to me.
My whole life was spent in searching,
Nothing like you has ever embraced me,
Oh! hope I don't lose this, if this is a
Pantomime, so be it. I will
Quarrel with my fate no more, this can be a
Rose without a thorn!
Sentence myself to your heart,
Take me to the paradise of love,
Uncertain if this would work out but my
Verve says it'll be alright.By the way
Will you say who you are?I Can't call you
X
Y
Z forever.
Note - (notice the first letter of each line. *xyz in English is used when there's no given identity of a person*)
#review #subconsciouspoem #amsam
Sad day
I fought with my friend,
Broke my sure heart
I dumped my friendship,
With my burning heart
This made my day,
A very sad day
In my view,
I am unable to leave ,
My wrath has unstop grew
I am trying to weave,
My heart with few,
Of little pin with strive
My foe who once was friend,
Told me to send,
Some love to her and
He will keep that till his end
This made my day
A very happy day
The time when I was sad
Had been very bad
Now when I am gay
Time has changed to bay
#iamsamhith #feedback
Sad day
I fought with my friend,
Broke my sure heart
I dumped my friendship,
With my burning heart
This made my day,
A very sad day
In my view,
I am unable to leave ,
My wrath has unstop grew
I am trying to weave,
My heart with few,
Of little pin with strive
My foe who once was friend,
Told me to send,
Some love to her and
He will keep that till his end
This made my day
A very happy day
The time when I was sad
Had been very bad
Now when I am gay
Time has changed to bay
#iamsamhith #feedback
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THE JOURNEY
Life has always been good with laughs
May be with a little flaws
Cherish the journey they say
But end us what stays all the way
Let's talk about school
Have to do the best, major rule
Extra curricular is what I excel
Exams and marks not so well
Let's talk about friends
Different cities and it all ends
Best friend's forever?
You need them. Did they even call? No never.
Let's talk about relationships
Laughing out loud for everyone flips
Chase the memories they say
In the heart, bitter end is what stays.
#iammuskan #iam #review
Life has always been good with laughs
May be with a little flaws
Cherish the journey they say
But end us what stays all the way
Let's talk about school
Have to do the best, major rule
Extra curricular is what I excel
Exams and marks not so well
Let's talk about friends
Different cities and it all ends
Best friend's forever?
You need them. Did they even call? No never.
Let's talk about relationships
Laughing out loud for everyone flips
Chase the memories they say
In the heart, bitter end is what stays.
#iammuskan #iam #review
THE JOURNEY
Life has always been good with laughs
May be with a little flaws
Cherish the journey they say
But end us what stays all the way
Let's talk about school
Have to do the best, major rule
Extra curricular is what I excel
Exams and marks not so well
Let's talk about friends
Different cities and it all ends
Best friend's forever?
You need them. Did they even call? No never.
Let's talk about relationships
Laughing out loud for everyone flips
Chase the memories they say
In the heart, bitter end is what stays.
#review
Life has always been good with laughs
May be with a little flaws
Cherish the journey they say
But end us what stays all the way
Let's talk about school
Have to do the best, major rule
Extra curricular is what I excel
Exams and marks not so well
Let's talk about friends
Different cities and it all ends
Best friend's forever?
You need them. Did they even call? No never.
Let's talk about relationships
Laughing out loud for everyone flips
Chase the memories they say
In the heart, bitter end is what stays.
#review
THE JOURNEY
Life has always been good with laughs
May be with a little flaws
Cherish the journey they say
But end is what stays all the way
Let's talk about school
Have to do the best, the major rule
Extra curricular is what I excel
Exams and marks not so well
Let's talk about friends
Different cities and it all ends
Best friend's forever?
You need them. Did they even call? No never.
Let's talk about relationships
Laughing out loud for everyone flips
Chase the memories they say
In the heart, bitter end is what stays.
#review #feedback
Life has always been good with laughs
May be with a little flaws
Cherish the journey they say
But end is what stays all the way
Let's talk about school
Have to do the best, the major rule
Extra curricular is what I excel
Exams and marks not so well
Let's talk about friends
Different cities and it all ends
Best friend's forever?
You need them. Did they even call? No never.
Let's talk about relationships
Laughing out loud for everyone flips
Chase the memories they say
In the heart, bitter end is what stays.
#review #feedback
Morning melancholic thoughts
In my wake, I sense the undeniable heat fuming under my nose which only added to the unquenchable thirst of mine, reappraising the song of hunger. The realm of reality struck me like a sharp bullet from the dark once again. I chose to wither, daunted by what I cannot control, haunting my dreams with success. An escape was all I craved as I retreat to my bed with regrets refreshing my memory each moment. They remind me of my actions which couldn't reach the expectations while I was struggling to find peace with my mind. I'm burning yet, I yearn for a scorching sun like a sadistic tune in a funeral. Within me once sprouted fruits of hope for a brighter tomorrow which relentlessly fought and lost the battle in vain. I lay bare, collecting myself in pieces, helplessly waiting for another sharp bullet to pierce. In solidarity with despair which I slave for, never cease to push me towards the edge of my sanity. I thread the lines of fire, only faith keeps me breathing, which has shown itself to disappear at times.I carry a prayer on my broken wings, that this fate never be repeated for any other.
#review #gop_c #everyone
In my wake, I sense the undeniable heat fuming under my nose which only added to the unquenchable thirst of mine, reappraising the song of hunger. The realm of reality struck me like a sharp bullet from the dark once again. I chose to wither, daunted by what I cannot control, haunting my dreams with success. An escape was all I craved as I retreat to my bed with regrets refreshing my memory each moment. They remind me of my actions which couldn't reach the expectations while I was struggling to find peace with my mind. I'm burning yet, I yearn for a scorching sun like a sadistic tune in a funeral. Within me once sprouted fruits of hope for a brighter tomorrow which relentlessly fought and lost the battle in vain. I lay bare, collecting myself in pieces, helplessly waiting for another sharp bullet to pierce. In solidarity with despair which I slave for, never cease to push me towards the edge of my sanity. I thread the lines of fire, only faith keeps me breathing, which has shown itself to disappear at times.I carry a prayer on my broken wings, that this fate never be repeated for any other.
#review #gop_c #everyone
11:11 WISH
11:11 is the time of
mixed feelings.
It's the time when
most of us are sad
yet, hopeful.
Hopeful,
to make a wish.
A wish, we know
might not be fulfilled,
yet we hope
for our dreams to build.
When the clocks tick 11:11,
everything stops.
In that one minute,
we go through deep thoughts.
We walk down our
memory lane,
we plan an ideal future
in our brain.
We close our eyes
for a second or two
and see our lives
flashing through.
Few wish for love,
few for money.
Few only wish for
peace and harmony.
It's a moment
so special,
for each of us
it has become crucial.
A wish that is
made at 11:11
is the one
fulfilled by the heaven.
It's time to let
the goodness unfold,
let us make a wish
for a better world.
#everyone
#review
#poem
#AS
11:11 is the time of
mixed feelings.
It's the time when
most of us are sad
yet, hopeful.
Hopeful,
to make a wish.
A wish, we know
might not be fulfilled,
yet we hope
for our dreams to build.
When the clocks tick 11:11,
everything stops.
In that one minute,
we go through deep thoughts.
We walk down our
memory lane,
we plan an ideal future
in our brain.
We close our eyes
for a second or two
and see our lives
flashing through.
Few wish for love,
few for money.
Few only wish for
peace and harmony.
It's a moment
so special,
for each of us
it has become crucial.
A wish that is
made at 11:11
is the one
fulfilled by the heaven.
It's time to let
the goodness unfold,
let us make a wish
for a better world.
#everyone
#review
#poem
#AS
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Missing thought.
Now, we often don't talk...
I remember those days when everyday my morning was good with your good morning message, night rested in peace with your shab bhakair text.. last and first thing of my day was your text notification. Our unnecessary dialogue, squabbling on trivial things, late replies and then small cute fights followed by truce of saying hundred times sorry or decide any punishment or if any good thing happens reward was chocolates...
There are millions of things if I recall those moments a series of books can be written but that's not important. The important thing is that you and I both were together in those moments.
well we often don't talk ..but this silence is overwhelming.
#review, #Do_you_guys_have_such_experience?
Now, we often don't talk...
I remember those days when everyday my morning was good with your good morning message, night rested in peace with your shab bhakair text.. last and first thing of my day was your text notification. Our unnecessary dialogue, squabbling on trivial things, late replies and then small cute fights followed by truce of saying hundred times sorry or decide any punishment or if any good thing happens reward was chocolates...
There are millions of things if I recall those moments a series of books can be written but that's not important. The important thing is that you and I both were together in those moments.
well we often don't talk ..but this silence is overwhelming.
#review, #Do_you_guys_have_such_experience?
#kr
#shortstory
#review
#everyone
The Price Is Paid
2
Structures in Forkale were known for being two stories or less and were mostly made of red clay blocks. The tallest stood five stories high and was a well-known marketplace of the town—Grandtower Superstore. Cobblestones decorated the sidewalks, and trees were in numbers.
Winter in Forkale brought grumpiness upon everybody each year, even harsher this year. The trees were naked, leafless and showing off their intricate branches. From the rooftop of Grandtower, the Woods was packed with hundreds and thousands of those trees. Dead leaves covered the ground; nests housed no birds.
At nights, the winds got angrier, swifter, and harder, and whipped anything along their path, but Saron's face was already full of complaints from what the day had to offer. Even in summer, when the sun lay its cheerful rays on the green trees, Saron had the same, ugly frown, unless her sweetheart was around.
The fireplace crackled with blazing logs as Saron, wearing a blanket, was seated on a cushioned armchair. She put two palms facing the fire, rubbed them together, and warmly exhaled on the rubbing to provide more heat. Their kitchen was part of the living room due to low budget—and also due to Saron's joblessness—and Koron watched her struggling to be warm, while pouring a mug of steaming milk.
She felt his caring eyes on her. He was probably thinking about giving her warmth and a good loving to help her sleep. Perhaps to tender her firmly and tell her that he was there for her. Gazing at the waving flames, she thinks what would become of him, if he knew what her miserable life forced in her realm of imagination. What if she told him what roamed through her mind, while he thrived at the garage to make their living?
Forkale was no place for women who couldn't bear children. Having no job was also ill-mannered around here, but if she had a job, it would be impossible to tell her new colleagues that she had been married for five years and all she could give her husband was delightful sounds in bed. Her father had become a drunkard for having a daughter, his only child, so worthless. Her mother suffered his alcoholic rage every night, and who knew what he had done to her so far?
Koron's workmates despised his wife and were plain about it. She had overheard their wives' conversation at a grocery store: "My husband calls her a lazy bastard who's good for nothing, and you can see why, don't you?" "Sure. That poor man ought to kick her out and bring himself a blessed one. She is cursed."
When they conversed, they had known she was shopping behind them on the same aisle, but why they didn't hold back was fathomable. A woman like her had not a place in this world. She knew her worth and never told it to Koron. It would break his heart.
Saron pulled her hair out until her fists were full of it, when the house was empty, Koron at the garage. She broke a glass on the floor and walked on the shards—Koron wouldn't see the wounds there. Her teeth gritted and her jaws shivered to the absurdly deserving agony. Why? Her mind was toxic and drove her to madness. The town folk fathomed her more than she did herself. "She is cursed." ...
Koron brought the mug of milk and handed it to her, intervening her rushing mind. She unplugged her stare at the fireplace, as if waking up just now, and paid a small smile for the mug of milk. Dragging another armchair, he took a seat beside her.
Her mind shouldered too much everyday, and she couldn't take it anymore; she had decided to spill the beans tonight.
"Are you getting warmer?" he said.
"Yes, love. Thank you." She squirmed in her seat.
"Hey," he took her hand. "Are you okay?"
Her eyes slowly moved upward and met his. "I'm tired of this."
"What do you mean?" His smile was fading in bewilderment.
She shrugged. "My life." Life hurts so much that I want to hurt myself, she wanted to say. "I'm tired of it."
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The Price Is Paid
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Structures in Forkale were known for being two stories or less and were mostly made of red clay blocks. The tallest stood five stories high and was a well-known marketplace of the town—Grandtower Superstore. Cobblestones decorated the sidewalks, and trees were in numbers.
Winter in Forkale brought grumpiness upon everybody each year, even harsher this year. The trees were naked, leafless and showing off their intricate branches. From the rooftop of Grandtower, the Woods was packed with hundreds and thousands of those trees. Dead leaves covered the ground; nests housed no birds.
At nights, the winds got angrier, swifter, and harder, and whipped anything along their path, but Saron's face was already full of complaints from what the day had to offer. Even in summer, when the sun lay its cheerful rays on the green trees, Saron had the same, ugly frown, unless her sweetheart was around.
The fireplace crackled with blazing logs as Saron, wearing a blanket, was seated on a cushioned armchair. She put two palms facing the fire, rubbed them together, and warmly exhaled on the rubbing to provide more heat. Their kitchen was part of the living room due to low budget—and also due to Saron's joblessness—and Koron watched her struggling to be warm, while pouring a mug of steaming milk.
She felt his caring eyes on her. He was probably thinking about giving her warmth and a good loving to help her sleep. Perhaps to tender her firmly and tell her that he was there for her. Gazing at the waving flames, she thinks what would become of him, if he knew what her miserable life forced in her realm of imagination. What if she told him what roamed through her mind, while he thrived at the garage to make their living?
Forkale was no place for women who couldn't bear children. Having no job was also ill-mannered around here, but if she had a job, it would be impossible to tell her new colleagues that she had been married for five years and all she could give her husband was delightful sounds in bed. Her father had become a drunkard for having a daughter, his only child, so worthless. Her mother suffered his alcoholic rage every night, and who knew what he had done to her so far?
Koron's workmates despised his wife and were plain about it. She had overheard their wives' conversation at a grocery store: "My husband calls her a lazy bastard who's good for nothing, and you can see why, don't you?" "Sure. That poor man ought to kick her out and bring himself a blessed one. She is cursed."
When they conversed, they had known she was shopping behind them on the same aisle, but why they didn't hold back was fathomable. A woman like her had not a place in this world. She knew her worth and never told it to Koron. It would break his heart.
Saron pulled her hair out until her fists were full of it, when the house was empty, Koron at the garage. She broke a glass on the floor and walked on the shards—Koron wouldn't see the wounds there. Her teeth gritted and her jaws shivered to the absurdly deserving agony. Why? Her mind was toxic and drove her to madness. The town folk fathomed her more than she did herself. "She is cursed." ...
Koron brought the mug of milk and handed it to her, intervening her rushing mind. She unplugged her stare at the fireplace, as if waking up just now, and paid a small smile for the mug of milk. Dragging another armchair, he took a seat beside her.
Her mind shouldered too much everyday, and she couldn't take it anymore; she had decided to spill the beans tonight.
"Are you getting warmer?" he said.
"Yes, love. Thank you." She squirmed in her seat.
"Hey," he took her hand. "Are you okay?"
Her eyes slowly moved upward and met his. "I'm tired of this."
"What do you mean?" His smile was fading in bewilderment.
She shrugged. "My life." Life hurts so much that I want to hurt myself, she wanted to say. "I'm tired of it."