As you were always asking me to give up all those memories and start it over again, I decided to show some love for those words and I started it all over again. I started concentrating over the business works, the one I call my passion.
I hope that your mind now is instructing you to show some care and ask him something.
"Ask him how was the business environment ? Did he find some peace ?"
Is that, what it is instructing you to ask?
Yes, Indeed I found peace. An absolute peace. Dead silence.
No one cares no one, but just files and to-do list. They do call but, hung up when their job is done with me. I spent months, amidst those business class people, the restless machineries.
As the people, so should be we. This is why we, the extreme opposites religions are 1200km far away from each other right ?
The same logic, I had to apply here, to tweak myself to be an another machine amongst those business class machines.
The long long texts, I used to send, they turned to be one line. The illogical bla-bla talks, they turned to be the business etiquettes. I had to take up a course on that, with an 'A' grade certificate for the sake of nothing but bragging over the LikedIn.
"Yes. Ok. Okay. Yup. Great. Cool.
Ahh! No ..archive, archived, archive"
These has been my reply protocol for past some months.
"You want respect ?" Yes, I said.
"Then archive", they said, the business class.
Though the emotional and unhealthy me was already against such protocols, had I to say, Ok, Cool, I agree, for everything for the sake of a healthy revenue.
I remembered nothing, but just the to-dos. I was in absolute peace, without an heart but am ever operating brain.
But now, It's after a long while I am experiencing this nostalgia again. The last night trauma, the memories flickering between the darkness and light, the reality shifting poles as if how these writings are shifting now from some senseless blamings, to an art expressing something I am suffering from. I remember the attempts I made to find someone, to express what I am going through, to express something that I wasn't capable of handling alone. Unfortunately, I failed, I had to endup writing to express those over burdened traumatic experiences, something that I wasn't capable of deciphering. Finally it was you, who replied with a message and I me heavily lightened with that one message. I expressed everything, I wept all those trauma, all those writings, and those replies of yours, they were the source of the peace.
I was breaking those reply protocols, those etiquittes of mine when I was replying you with long-long texts as if how a child does. Whenever I was texting you, I was checking the inbox, atleast a dozen times waiting for your reply. Later did I understood, I have ended up in nostalgia, the same place from where I wanted to move on, the place where I felt warm and the place where I felt cold. How could, the words be enough to explain these dual extremities ? I am just stuck here, in this loop, the loop of suffering, the loop of love and eternally do I know that,
"The million times I suffer, the million time I start over, returning with a new mask and the same love, forever"
#everyone #review
I hope that your mind now is instructing you to show some care and ask him something.
"Ask him how was the business environment ? Did he find some peace ?"
Is that, what it is instructing you to ask?
Yes, Indeed I found peace. An absolute peace. Dead silence.
No one cares no one, but just files and to-do list. They do call but, hung up when their job is done with me. I spent months, amidst those business class people, the restless machineries.
As the people, so should be we. This is why we, the extreme opposites religions are 1200km far away from each other right ?
The same logic, I had to apply here, to tweak myself to be an another machine amongst those business class machines.
The long long texts, I used to send, they turned to be one line. The illogical bla-bla talks, they turned to be the business etiquettes. I had to take up a course on that, with an 'A' grade certificate for the sake of nothing but bragging over the LikedIn.
"Yes. Ok. Okay. Yup. Great. Cool.
Ahh! No ..archive, archived, archive"
These has been my reply protocol for past some months.
"You want respect ?" Yes, I said.
"Then archive", they said, the business class.
Though the emotional and unhealthy me was already against such protocols, had I to say, Ok, Cool, I agree, for everything for the sake of a healthy revenue.
I remembered nothing, but just the to-dos. I was in absolute peace, without an heart but am ever operating brain.
But now, It's after a long while I am experiencing this nostalgia again. The last night trauma, the memories flickering between the darkness and light, the reality shifting poles as if how these writings are shifting now from some senseless blamings, to an art expressing something I am suffering from. I remember the attempts I made to find someone, to express what I am going through, to express something that I wasn't capable of handling alone. Unfortunately, I failed, I had to endup writing to express those over burdened traumatic experiences, something that I wasn't capable of deciphering. Finally it was you, who replied with a message and I me heavily lightened with that one message. I expressed everything, I wept all those trauma, all those writings, and those replies of yours, they were the source of the peace.
I was breaking those reply protocols, those etiquittes of mine when I was replying you with long-long texts as if how a child does. Whenever I was texting you, I was checking the inbox, atleast a dozen times waiting for your reply. Later did I understood, I have ended up in nostalgia, the same place from where I wanted to move on, the place where I felt warm and the place where I felt cold. How could, the words be enough to explain these dual extremities ? I am just stuck here, in this loop, the loop of suffering, the loop of love and eternally do I know that,
"The million times I suffer, the million time I start over, returning with a new mask and the same love, forever"
#everyone #review
The sky is filled with those stars to night
But it is still dark, cause you are not in sight.
All you left me with,
your scent in my heart,
It isnt just me, the sky also hurt.
We call out your name, along with the wolfs.
You were the night's art you got all the tools.
We were one of those happy couple stars,
The moon envy us, so did other stars.
But you dropped to earth, i'm lonley as the moon
Now, the sky and myself, together we gloom.
#poetry #G #review
But it is still dark, cause you are not in sight.
All you left me with,
your scent in my heart,
It isnt just me, the sky also hurt.
We call out your name, along with the wolfs.
You were the night's art you got all the tools.
We were one of those happy couple stars,
The moon envy us, so did other stars.
But you dropped to earth, i'm lonley as the moon
Now, the sky and myself, together we gloom.
#poetry #G #review
More than a few secondsMore than a few seconds
One, two, three,
The eyes, they meet.
Or the words, is it?
Eyes or words,
Meet they did.
One, two, three,
Too many clicks.
Strange, is it?
Strange or not,
Click they did.
One, two, three,
The hearts, do beat.
Brief, is it?
Firm or brief,
Beat they did.
One, two, three,
Poof, it goes.
Hexed, is it?
Hex or not,
Gone it is.
#InfiniteBliss #poetry (is it?) #review
One, two, three,
The eyes, they meet.
Or the words, is it?
Eyes or words,
Meet they did.
One, two, three,
Too many clicks.
Strange, is it?
Strange or not,
Click they did.
One, two, three,
The hearts, do beat.
Brief, is it?
Firm or brief,
Beat they did.
One, two, three,
Poof, it goes.
Hexed, is it?
Hex or not,
Gone it is.
#InfiniteBliss #poetry (is it?) #review
c o i n c i d e n c e
while entering the ironic gates
of the royal kolkata palace
as the chief guest on that evening
Mr Roy noticed
the sundhor(beautiful) Bengali girl standing near the gate.
the girl was there to welcome
Mr Roy as instructed by the arranger.
Roy step out from the vintage car
that they sent to the railway station
in the welcoming purpose and
shake his hands with her.
without Roy's knowledge a spark of the sudden love got born on
that fraction of time.
#quotes
#review
#iam
#everyone
#incident
while entering the ironic gates
of the royal kolkata palace
as the chief guest on that evening
Mr Roy noticed
the sundhor(beautiful) Bengali girl standing near the gate.
the girl was there to welcome
Mr Roy as instructed by the arranger.
Roy step out from the vintage car
that they sent to the railway station
in the welcoming purpose and
shake his hands with her.
without Roy's knowledge a spark of the sudden love got born on
that fraction of time.
#quotes
#review
#iam
#everyone
#incident
I know
I know what your response will be ,when I say something to you.
I know you will refuse in beginning,When I'll talk about feelings,
I know you'll pretend like you don't.
I know you won't let your
heart to accept,When I will
say you love me too, as I do.
I know when I will try to hug you. You will push back.
I know after few seconds
you will accept all.
Coz I know you love me.
#review
#thought
I know what your response will be ,when I say something to you.
I know you will refuse in beginning,When I'll talk about feelings,
I know you'll pretend like you don't.
I know you won't let your
heart to accept,When I will
say you love me too, as I do.
I know when I will try to hug you. You will push back.
I know after few seconds
you will accept all.
Coz I know you love me.
#review
#thought
Epiphany
Walk, walk, walking
Through dust and storm, soaking
Wet in fear. I tear down my walls,
Breaking apart the lies, truth is what I call.
A gentle reminder for my heart
Fluttering in my throat-
Am I loved or not?
Beautiful or ugly but these are my thoughts.
Am I worthy, can I really be at top?
Listings of friends, high fives and bops.
When things turn dark who will be there to glow,
Or am I really standing here all alone?
No you are not,
It's a gentle reminder, thot
When everyone leaves there's still someone there,
When you weep someone wipes your tears.
That someone is you my dear,
That someone is you, who bear
All that sadness and pain with you.
You love too many people, you should love yourself too!
I hold my hand as I look at the sky,
Now I can see the sun shining bright.
I figured I'm always there as dark as things can be,
I'm the one I should love, so I love me...
#tm #everyone #poetry #review
Walk, walk, walking
Through dust and storm, soaking
Wet in fear. I tear down my walls,
Breaking apart the lies, truth is what I call.
A gentle reminder for my heart
Fluttering in my throat-
Am I loved or not?
Beautiful or ugly but these are my thoughts.
Am I worthy, can I really be at top?
Listings of friends, high fives and bops.
When things turn dark who will be there to glow,
Or am I really standing here all alone?
No you are not,
It's a gentle reminder, thot
When everyone leaves there's still someone there,
When you weep someone wipes your tears.
That someone is you my dear,
That someone is you, who bear
All that sadness and pain with you.
You love too many people, you should love yourself too!
I hold my hand as I look at the sky,
Now I can see the sun shining bright.
I figured I'm always there as dark as things can be,
I'm the one I should love, so I love me...
#tm #everyone #poetry #review
A life unwritten (a fictional story)
One rare day,
Lost in her thoughts I saw a girl,
With a bright smile & hairs with curl.
Biting on her nails, God knows the reason
“Been in love?” I asked
“Yes” she replied hastily.
“With how many people?” i asked with an interrogatory tone.
“I don’t remember really. I can count if you ask. But there will be someone missing in the list. I have fallen in love with people on train, bookshop, cafeteria, beach and places like here.... Huh heavy breath escaped throught my lungs. "Its fine I replied with a fake smile"
Oh am sorry,My manners, stretched out my hand..... I am similoluwa, I stay very close to the government resident, a rock hight sight away from here, its my seventh months in this city and honestly I haven't found any gorgeous lady around since I got here, I was just about to come into conclusion "Non never ever exist here" till I came out on a drive and meet you: (giggle) She shook back, saying I am "No one" and I don't disclose my identity to strangers. I stood dumbfounded, struggling to find words,her beauty won't let speak, I raved about her (glowing skin, dimple, gap teeth, dark eye, hairy skin) beauty. Then she left in her Range Rover (L405) 2019 model
Insulted and humiliated, I felt my tears threatening to spill over. I turned back and fled.
Upon returning home, with the insult fresh on my mind, I told myself, ‘I must make it in life too.’.
However, a few days later, it occurred to me that the lady was probably upset about something else and that maybe I had simply chosen the wrong time and date that day January 7, 2020. So for couple of weeks I have been visiting that same street with no doubtful mind "we will meet again". But till date I have never seen this lady shadow not to lady talk of her whole self.
I felt like i was in a Nollywood movie and was enchanted by the unexplained mystery of life. A few kind words and encouragement to myself; if I'd never met her, or perhaps I did not have a word with her or perhaps I never shook hands with her or perhaps the way I dressed ...... Many unanswered perhaps; It was a life unwritten experience indeed!
✍🏿TheSimiloluwa
(The End)
#review #everyone #proselikepoetry #simi
One rare day,
Lost in her thoughts I saw a girl,
With a bright smile & hairs with curl.
Biting on her nails, God knows the reason
“Been in love?” I asked
“Yes” she replied hastily.
“With how many people?” i asked with an interrogatory tone.
“I don’t remember really. I can count if you ask. But there will be someone missing in the list. I have fallen in love with people on train, bookshop, cafeteria, beach and places like here.... Huh heavy breath escaped throught my lungs. "Its fine I replied with a fake smile"
Oh am sorry,My manners, stretched out my hand..... I am similoluwa, I stay very close to the government resident, a rock hight sight away from here, its my seventh months in this city and honestly I haven't found any gorgeous lady around since I got here, I was just about to come into conclusion "Non never ever exist here" till I came out on a drive and meet you: (giggle) She shook back, saying I am "No one" and I don't disclose my identity to strangers. I stood dumbfounded, struggling to find words,her beauty won't let speak, I raved about her (glowing skin, dimple, gap teeth, dark eye, hairy skin) beauty. Then she left in her Range Rover (L405) 2019 model
Insulted and humiliated, I felt my tears threatening to spill over. I turned back and fled.
Upon returning home, with the insult fresh on my mind, I told myself, ‘I must make it in life too.’.
However, a few days later, it occurred to me that the lady was probably upset about something else and that maybe I had simply chosen the wrong time and date that day January 7, 2020. So for couple of weeks I have been visiting that same street with no doubtful mind "we will meet again". But till date I have never seen this lady shadow not to lady talk of her whole self.
I felt like i was in a Nollywood movie and was enchanted by the unexplained mystery of life. A few kind words and encouragement to myself; if I'd never met her, or perhaps I did not have a word with her or perhaps I never shook hands with her or perhaps the way I dressed ...... Many unanswered perhaps; It was a life unwritten experience indeed!
✍🏿TheSimiloluwa
(The End)
#review #everyone #proselikepoetry #simi
e t h n i c V a l u e
The broadway that letting us know
about the world are the ethical values and
the moral upbringing of our ancestral root.
The learned tradition is the pure outcome
that shines on our behavior towards society.
An individual's freedom full speech
and the to-do responsibilities towards
the community can be judged
by pointing his upbringing and
the culture and the environment
he or she adopted by luck.
Now,
we can not totally blame
the traditional people's ethics
if by following their footsteps
we face any crisis or critical moment.
Because for our convenience
we remodifying the right into wrong
by forgetting their original pathways.
#feel
#nowadays
#review
#everyone
#promt
The broadway that letting us know
about the world are the ethical values and
the moral upbringing of our ancestral root.
The learned tradition is the pure outcome
that shines on our behavior towards society.
An individual's freedom full speech
and the to-do responsibilities towards
the community can be judged
by pointing his upbringing and
the culture and the environment
he or she adopted by luck.
Now,
we can not totally blame
the traditional people's ethics
if by following their footsteps
we face any crisis or critical moment.
Because for our convenience
we remodifying the right into wrong
by forgetting their original pathways.
#feel
#nowadays
#review
#everyone
#promt
The life's lane that I am on today,
Darkness seems to be all around me,
Every passing soul complains about me,
I must have been a horrible person lately,
Thats why even my people have became strangers for me..
#review
Darkness seems to be all around me,
Every passing soul complains about me,
I must have been a horrible person lately,
Thats why even my people have became strangers for me..
#review
I always have this
one confusion ,
flickering between the light,
and the dark,
That am I being both,
the right and the wrong?
And so now,
I am leaving it all,
in the WritersClub,
as a final hope,
for this to solve.
I am trying the million,
and the million ways of
expressing these
dual realities of mine,
but always endup
blowing it all,
and confusing all the time.
saying, that I am being,
warm and cold together,
in the spacetime,
I am trying million ways, to be simple and calm. But, it always j ends up in some harm.
No matter, How hard I try,
to distinguish between,
the evil and the divine,
the hatred and the loved,
thd false and the truth ,
I just endup expressing
it all as the one,
the whole confusing one,
like how I'm doing now.
Who knows? maybe
someday some sufferer,
may figure if this is,
the hell or the heaven,
the divine or the sin,
that I am going through now.
Is this the prose ?
or the poem ?
Is this the ecstacy?
or the suffering?
I'm worthless to Cipher,
either kill me or free me,
But, I keep loving,
loving to suffer in the
same drowning sea at all.
#everyone #review #prose #poem
Is this a prose ? a poem?
Is it just me being this way, the confusionist?
one confusion ,
flickering between the light,
and the dark,
That am I being both,
the right and the wrong?
And so now,
I am leaving it all,
in the WritersClub,
as a final hope,
for this to solve.
I am trying the million,
and the million ways of
expressing these
dual realities of mine,
but always endup
blowing it all,
and confusing all the time.
saying, that I am being,
warm and cold together,
in the spacetime,
I am trying million ways, to be simple and calm. But, it always j ends up in some harm.
No matter, How hard I try,
to distinguish between,
the evil and the divine,
the hatred and the loved,
thd false and the truth ,
I just endup expressing
it all as the one,
the whole confusing one,
like how I'm doing now.
Who knows? maybe
someday some sufferer,
may figure if this is,
the hell or the heaven,
the divine or the sin,
that I am going through now.
Is this the prose ?
or the poem ?
Is this the ecstacy?
or the suffering?
I'm worthless to Cipher,
either kill me or free me,
But, I keep loving,
loving to suffer in the
same drowning sea at all.
#everyone #review #prose #poem
Is this a prose ? a poem?
Is it just me being this way, the confusionist?
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎,
𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝,
𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜,
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝..
#review
#ag
#shortstory
𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝,
𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜,
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝..
#review
#ag
#shortstory
Sepulchre
He lies in sleep
Under dried greens held up
And the waters sink deep
Voices filling ev’ry drop
Steps up a mile
A million upon the sands of time
#review#review
#poetry#poetry
#Inspo_art#Inspo_art❤️
#everyone#everyone
He lies in sleep
Under dried greens held up
And the waters sink deep
Voices filling ev’ry drop
Steps up a mile
A million upon the sands of time
#review#review
#poetry#poetry
#Inspo_art#Inspo_art❤️
#everyone#everyone
Dreams
Am I really dreaming that big?
That it's never supposed to click
With the destiny I'll meet.
Someday I might risk
Leaving the net of safety behind
Falling from the heights of a mountain high.
Weeping in the solitude of mind
Will I ever take the dive?
And everyone passing by takes a jibe
On my helplessness, I loose my pride.
I think of giving up but that's a nigh
I'll only take towards the end of life.
For now I stand again to fight!
For a reason, maybe not so fine
I shiver as I loose my mind
But a sliver of hope keeps me tied
To my dreams, I see them with open eyes.
And everytime I see someone succeed I make my mind
To one day leave this misery behind
And take the spot that's made for mine.
I sit here and wait for the time astride
Hoping for the harvest, for the fruits to ripe.
#review #poetry #everyone #tm
Am I really dreaming that big?
That it's never supposed to click
With the destiny I'll meet.
Someday I might risk
Leaving the net of safety behind
Falling from the heights of a mountain high.
Weeping in the solitude of mind
Will I ever take the dive?
And everyone passing by takes a jibe
On my helplessness, I loose my pride.
I think of giving up but that's a nigh
I'll only take towards the end of life.
For now I stand again to fight!
For a reason, maybe not so fine
I shiver as I loose my mind
But a sliver of hope keeps me tied
To my dreams, I see them with open eyes.
And everytime I see someone succeed I make my mind
To one day leave this misery behind
And take the spot that's made for mine.
I sit here and wait for the time astride
Hoping for the harvest, for the fruits to ripe.
#review #poetry #everyone #tm
Clart
I'll win certainly someday
awakened from uncertainty;
As long as I enrich today
having faith in the feasibility.
Failures keep relapsing
like weeds ensuing rains
Which always start delving
all those amateur sins
The path isn't easy
neither my stubborn soul;
It only seems crazy
until I embrace my goal.
They might choose to censure
calling her feat hindered
They'll overlook hidden pleasure
in haltings where felicity'd find her
I'm learning to fondle
seedlings of hopes and humanity;
seldom ways it'll kindle
for the same stagnant community.
Majority longs for empirical endeavor
which wasn't so far in my favor.
I would love to be known as clart
who always rhymed with her heart.
© Gouri Bhadwalkar.
I'll win certainly someday
awakened from uncertainty;
As long as I enrich today
having faith in the feasibility.
Failures keep relapsing
like weeds ensuing rains
Which always start delving
all those amateur sins
The path isn't easy
neither my stubborn soul;
It only seems crazy
until I embrace my goal.
They might choose to censure
calling her feat hindered
They'll overlook hidden pleasure
in haltings where felicity'd find her
I'm learning to fondle
seedlings of hopes and humanity;
seldom ways it'll kindle
for the same stagnant community.
Majority longs for empirical endeavor
which wasn't so far in my favor.
I would love to be known as clart
who always rhymed with her heart.
© Gouri Bhadwalkar.
e n d e a r m e n t
she started loving him from
the day after they met with each other
Though she didn't reveal
her secret to him....
because she is shy,she thought
not to say first from her side.
To the luck...
On the dusky dawn while
going to morning work
both looked each other...
what happened to him
is still a mystery for her.
but...on the middle way
he came to her with emotion full eyes and kissed on her forehead
showing the full affectionate love.
#review
#love
#emotion
#everyone
she started loving him from
the day after they met with each other
Though she didn't reveal
her secret to him....
because she is shy,she thought
not to say first from her side.
To the luck...
On the dusky dawn while
going to morning work
both looked each other...
what happened to him
is still a mystery for her.
but...on the middle way
he came to her with emotion full eyes and kissed on her forehead
showing the full affectionate love.
#review
#love
#emotion
#everyone