dear me too,
I believe in you
as there is a part of me in you
I believe in survivors
ahh!sorry fighter
sexually assaulted,
mentally broken,
still standing,
standing firm,
brunt in crimson flames of hopes
still, then you healed
you rediscovered yourself
even if it was tough to survive
dear me too,
you are a warrior, a brave soul
the soul that can undergo tearing out of the spirit
yet rise again to fight back
you are like that bop bags, that rise up high how hard they fall,
yet you thrive and strive
every day, every moment with confidence and dignity alive
dear me too,
you have tales to shares and lessons to be passed on
you are born to touch the forgotten stars
to dismiss the lures, to be countless
you are born to fly up high
your wings were chopped off, even then you crawled to success
challenging the fate that underestimated you
as you accepted your weakness your strength embraced you like sun embraces the sky
dear me too,
I believe in you
as there is a part of me in you
I believe in you.
#review
#yourreview
I believe in you
as there is a part of me in you
I believe in survivors
ahh!sorry fighter
sexually assaulted,
mentally broken,
still standing,
standing firm,
brunt in crimson flames of hopes
still, then you healed
you rediscovered yourself
even if it was tough to survive
dear me too,
you are a warrior, a brave soul
the soul that can undergo tearing out of the spirit
yet rise again to fight back
you are like that bop bags, that rise up high how hard they fall,
yet you thrive and strive
every day, every moment with confidence and dignity alive
dear me too,
you have tales to shares and lessons to be passed on
you are born to touch the forgotten stars
to dismiss the lures, to be countless
you are born to fly up high
your wings were chopped off, even then you crawled to success
challenging the fate that underestimated you
as you accepted your weakness your strength embraced you like sun embraces the sky
dear me too,
I believe in you
as there is a part of me in you
I believe in you.
#review
#yourreview
THOUGHTS
I grieve I dream
I applaud to the ones I ream
They render they wander
At time oozing out of the sender
THOUGHTS
Somewhere cruising between time and date
That
I happen to attend by my fate
The one that stood behind
and
The one I am waiting to bind
THOUGHTS .,
They bruise
They use
They abuse
They laugh
They play
Yet
When they stay
make me choose
My cup of cake
THOUGHTS.,
#review #mylife
I grieve I dream
I applaud to the ones I ream
They render they wander
At time oozing out of the sender
THOUGHTS
Somewhere cruising between time and date
That
I happen to attend by my fate
The one that stood behind
and
The one I am waiting to bind
THOUGHTS .,
They bruise
They use
They abuse
They laugh
They play
Yet
When they stay
make me choose
My cup of cake
THOUGHTS.,
#review #mylife
(1) It's raining outside,
And also in my heart...
I like rain drops,
But I hate tears...
(2) Enjoy the season
With rain of love,
Don't cry,
Don't hide your tears in rain...
Roar like thunder,
And tell them,
How much you love him/her...
-✍️ Suvesh Shukla
#review #quote #lovequote
And also in my heart...
I like rain drops,
But I hate tears...
(2) Enjoy the season
With rain of love,
Don't cry,
Don't hide your tears in rain...
Roar like thunder,
And tell them,
How much you love him/her...
-✍️ Suvesh Shukla
#review #quote #lovequote
A malevolent artist
You never know when it will appear, but it will. It roams the stillness of your mind like a prowler, lurking in the corners. And hit you when it finds you most vulnerable.
You can't escape it. It targets everybody at some point in their lives. While some tackle it, others destroy themselves. It has a menacing smile, which shines whenever it obliterates another victim. First it robs you of your beliefs and then it makes you plunge into the deep waters of diffidence. When you become a muse of its malevolent artistry, it paints you in the shades of melancholy.
From the outside, world will see you as vibrant and fiery. But the venomous colors with which it painted you, will gradually dissolve the remaining life left in you.
It's more vicious than it appears when you read it.
Yes, this is what DEPRESSION is!
#review #sh #everyone #prose
You never know when it will appear, but it will. It roams the stillness of your mind like a prowler, lurking in the corners. And hit you when it finds you most vulnerable.
You can't escape it. It targets everybody at some point in their lives. While some tackle it, others destroy themselves. It has a menacing smile, which shines whenever it obliterates another victim. First it robs you of your beliefs and then it makes you plunge into the deep waters of diffidence. When you become a muse of its malevolent artistry, it paints you in the shades of melancholy.
From the outside, world will see you as vibrant and fiery. But the venomous colors with which it painted you, will gradually dissolve the remaining life left in you.
It's more vicious than it appears when you read it.
Yes, this is what DEPRESSION is!
#review #sh #everyone #prose
#review
THE PAINTED BLINDSPOT
Life on the other side was not what you painted it to be.
But I blindly saw the picture from your point of view.
There's nothing more, I sadly believed.
Only, lies don't stand the test of time.
The truth tore away at your designs.
Creating a hole in the canvas.
The resulting scar became a light in the darkness.
Like a caterpillar, the picture evolved before my eyes.
From a dull perspective to a vibrant looking-glass.
It is very much alive as am I.
The brave New world you tried to hide.
I can clearly see as the door is open wide.
The highs and lows you plainly leveled.
There's something beyond the blue border far ahead.
There is something more than land and sky.
There is sound and silence.
Many tears and laughter.
But apart from all that there is what you failed to see.
The beauty in the chaos
#Ibee #everyone #article #pictureprompt
(A/N: I developed some more on my first attempt. Thoughts?)
THE PAINTED BLINDSPOT
Life on the other side was not what you painted it to be.
But I blindly saw the picture from your point of view.
There's nothing more, I sadly believed.
Only, lies don't stand the test of time.
The truth tore away at your designs.
Creating a hole in the canvas.
The resulting scar became a light in the darkness.
Like a caterpillar, the picture evolved before my eyes.
From a dull perspective to a vibrant looking-glass.
It is very much alive as am I.
The brave New world you tried to hide.
I can clearly see as the door is open wide.
The highs and lows you plainly leveled.
There's something beyond the blue border far ahead.
There is something more than land and sky.
There is sound and silence.
Many tears and laughter.
But apart from all that there is what you failed to see.
The beauty in the chaos
#Ibee #everyone #article #pictureprompt
(A/N: I developed some more on my first attempt. Thoughts?)
I forgive you
I have moved on
And have found my peace in a place I never thought I would
But sometimes the darkness creeps in
And I look back at what we had
It was chaotic, yes
But it was a beautiful chaos
I ask myself why I can't seal the window to those bittersweet memories
I guess I still have a soft spot for you after all
-almostover
#pictureprompt #review
I have moved on
And have found my peace in a place I never thought I would
But sometimes the darkness creeps in
And I look back at what we had
It was chaotic, yes
But it was a beautiful chaos
I ask myself why I can't seal the window to those bittersweet memories
I guess I still have a soft spot for you after all
-almostover
#pictureprompt #review
In search of her love ,
She left her kingdom ,
Moved place to place ,
Singing hyms and songs ,
The day she left the world ,
Meera finally met her Kanha.
-shailja
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She left her kingdom ,
Moved place to place ,
Singing hyms and songs ,
The day she left the world ,
Meera finally met her Kanha.
-shailja
#review
Help me.
Help me tear down the mask that you put on me so early. A mask with no pores, a shroud for my true identity. Choking me within your set rules, my own desire to be just me, walking away from the sanity that I was born with, sulking at the infected piece of cloth tou make me adorn as I walk among the public, owning of whatever is left of me, turned from me to you. I move within my restricted dreams, which you so skillfully defined. Slowly dying along with my spirit, I closed my eyes. Help me, remove this clouded sky for I know the sun still shines outside.
#review
Help me tear down the mask that you put on me so early. A mask with no pores, a shroud for my true identity. Choking me within your set rules, my own desire to be just me, walking away from the sanity that I was born with, sulking at the infected piece of cloth tou make me adorn as I walk among the public, owning of whatever is left of me, turned from me to you. I move within my restricted dreams, which you so skillfully defined. Slowly dying along with my spirit, I closed my eyes. Help me, remove this clouded sky for I know the sun still shines outside.
#review
Black day,black night,
black heart,black emotions
You are my bad choice,
Black choice.
You are like a black board,
I am like a white chalk.
No need to talk me,
now I am like a black demon,
I am not your sweet lemon.
No need to taste me,
now I am like a black salt.
- Suvesh Shukla
#review
black heart,black emotions
You are my bad choice,
Black choice.
You are like a black board,
I am like a white chalk.
No need to talk me,
now I am like a black demon,
I am not your sweet lemon.
No need to taste me,
now I am like a black salt.
- Suvesh Shukla
#review
Little squirrel desired the touch of the ground.
O my beautiful tiny clone, ground is full of cats and hawks; tree is where you belong.
Tiny curiosity obliged, befriended the sparrow, ant, and firefly.
O sparrow, you are mother of three yet tinier then me.
O sparrow, take me to the land across the stream. A land not known to hawks and cats.
O ant, why you work day and night; when one grain is all you need.
O ant, ground is your friend, ask him to keep away hawks and cats.
O firefly, you are the queen of the night; ask the night to be shorter;
O firefly, be my torch against hawks and cats.
O little squirrel, ground loathes faintheart; revere’s only the might.
I have grown this much only to shelter the tiny you.
O tree, who needs ground when he has you
#review #everyone
O my beautiful tiny clone, ground is full of cats and hawks; tree is where you belong.
Tiny curiosity obliged, befriended the sparrow, ant, and firefly.
O sparrow, you are mother of three yet tinier then me.
O sparrow, take me to the land across the stream. A land not known to hawks and cats.
O ant, why you work day and night; when one grain is all you need.
O ant, ground is your friend, ask him to keep away hawks and cats.
O firefly, you are the queen of the night; ask the night to be shorter;
O firefly, be my torch against hawks and cats.
O little squirrel, ground loathes faintheart; revere’s only the might.
I have grown this much only to shelter the tiny you.
O tree, who needs ground when he has you
#review #everyone
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Tranquil and free;
Grass as green can be,
Blue water flowing through me.
Landing in my midst, a discarded painting.
A sliver of light shining through a tear.
Losing patience and curious still,
I ripped through the canvas.
Blinding lights and loud noises,
Now my new reality.
Tranquil and free;
Grass as green can be,
Blue water flowing through me.
Landing in my midst, a discarded painting.
A sliver of light shining through a tear.
Losing patience and curious still,
I ripped through the canvas.
Blinding lights and loud noises,
Now my new reality.
I am
an empty broken glass
and you
a seductive bottle
of sparkling champagne.
I am
a barrel of gunpowder
and you
a raging Phoenix
soaring in flames.
If we ever meet,
there will be chaos
for the rest of our lives.
I am
autumn's withering tree
and you
a celestial violin
playing a springtime melody.
I am
a wandering reciter
of tales and philosophies
and you
an unheard story.
If we ever meet,
there will be chaos
for the rest of our lives.
I am
a flickering flame
and you
the melting wax.
I am
a worn-out nickel
and you
the fountain of luck.
If we ever meet,
there will be chaos
for the rest of our lives.
#review
an empty broken glass
and you
a seductive bottle
of sparkling champagne.
I am
a barrel of gunpowder
and you
a raging Phoenix
soaring in flames.
If we ever meet,
there will be chaos
for the rest of our lives.
I am
autumn's withering tree
and you
a celestial violin
playing a springtime melody.
I am
a wandering reciter
of tales and philosophies
and you
an unheard story.
If we ever meet,
there will be chaos
for the rest of our lives.
I am
a flickering flame
and you
the melting wax.
I am
a worn-out nickel
and you
the fountain of luck.
If we ever meet,
there will be chaos
for the rest of our lives.
#review