When the rain comes by
When the rain comes by
And the roofs cave in
While the wind murmurs secrets
To the wild bushes
As the evening falls
As gracefully as the purple ramparts
Across your neck
As they carry an immigrant hope
Moving across your naked neck
Like a tributary wandering across
An unknown territory
Yet carrying wistful hopes
Traversing latitudes and longitudes
Of pain and suffering
To meet its beloved ocean, someday
The radio hums
a song that google wasn’t able to name
but you remember it nonetheless
the clouds whirr in the sky
like an upsetting frown
as you hear the thunder
a voice cracks
the fire in the fireplace cackles
I ache for the warmth
Of Ma’s touch
and the unshaken shoulder of Pa
I ache for the soothing blues
And a kantha made by Ma
On these days so desolate and despairing
Yet in the threshold of my heart
A peacock dances
Feigning happiness
As the roofs cave in
As the rains come in
- Ankhi
#review #galvanizedthoughts #gt #everyone
When the rain comes by
And the roofs cave in
While the wind murmurs secrets
To the wild bushes
As the evening falls
As gracefully as the purple ramparts
Across your neck
As they carry an immigrant hope
Moving across your naked neck
Like a tributary wandering across
An unknown territory
Yet carrying wistful hopes
Traversing latitudes and longitudes
Of pain and suffering
To meet its beloved ocean, someday
The radio hums
a song that google wasn’t able to name
but you remember it nonetheless
the clouds whirr in the sky
like an upsetting frown
as you hear the thunder
a voice cracks
the fire in the fireplace cackles
I ache for the warmth
Of Ma’s touch
and the unshaken shoulder of Pa
I ache for the soothing blues
And a kantha made by Ma
On these days so desolate and despairing
Yet in the threshold of my heart
A peacock dances
Feigning happiness
As the roofs cave in
As the rains come in
- Ankhi
#review #galvanizedthoughts #gt #everyone
whenever you came here
please, come with your own smile, own perspective, own attitude.
I m not hate this
but want to fight with you
it is tough for me
but it's true.
you always looked me
as I m your best friend,
you always smile
as you have no problem,
you fight with me
as you want to kill me,
you tease me
as you always right,
you hate me
as we are not friend,
I feel this is your habit
but I do not enable to understand
I pray to god for you
you always happy and keep a smile as well fight with me
no need to think more
we are a good friend
whether you talk with me or not
#everyone #review #rosy
please, come with your own smile, own perspective, own attitude.
I m not hate this
but want to fight with you
it is tough for me
but it's true.
you always looked me
as I m your best friend,
you always smile
as you have no problem,
you fight with me
as you want to kill me,
you tease me
as you always right,
you hate me
as we are not friend,
I feel this is your habit
but I do not enable to understand
I pray to god for you
you always happy and keep a smile as well fight with me
no need to think more
we are a good friend
whether you talk with me or not
#everyone #review #rosy
Untainted Felicity
In imperturbable poise; the future
Belongs to those like us who deemed it
Ascertained: an extant present
Though cloudy; gloomily wrapped
Even, so unkempt- the wrapper
Yet we treasure what it wraps
Consciously cautious,
Timorously ambulating through
The slimy paving,,, quite aware
Of every uncalculated step- nocuous
Leading to a deadening route,
Hampering our peregrination.
Mindful of the intents of hurdles
A sequence to life perturbation;
Intermittent, sneakingly chivying
Its way: delaying and stagnating
Those who putters around defeat.
Cognizant of this, we awake;
Rising greatly tall, we pick up
Our pieces from the fall; shaking
Off every defeat... Revived: strong
And experienced. Onward forward,
Discerning that life; dispassionate
And candid, gratifies only those
who knows its habitude- customs that
Hedge the felicities of its vicissitude.
© the.sage.s.pen
#poetry #review
In imperturbable poise; the future
Belongs to those like us who deemed it
Ascertained: an extant present
Though cloudy; gloomily wrapped
Even, so unkempt- the wrapper
Yet we treasure what it wraps
Consciously cautious,
Timorously ambulating through
The slimy paving,,, quite aware
Of every uncalculated step- nocuous
Leading to a deadening route,
Hampering our peregrination.
Mindful of the intents of hurdles
A sequence to life perturbation;
Intermittent, sneakingly chivying
Its way: delaying and stagnating
Those who putters around defeat.
Cognizant of this, we awake;
Rising greatly tall, we pick up
Our pieces from the fall; shaking
Off every defeat... Revived: strong
And experienced. Onward forward,
Discerning that life; dispassionate
And candid, gratifies only those
who knows its habitude- customs that
Hedge the felicities of its vicissitude.
© the.sage.s.pen
#poetry #review
d i f f e r L u c k
In this huge crisis...
some lives are settled down
well on the big roofs of the giant apartments
where as some are fighting to survive
and kept trying to arrange the two times meals.
some people enjoy the evening
with their loved ones with
eating the expensive snacks and ice creams.
where as some other are unable to meet
their loved one even once in a month
for some, it seems to be like a holiday.
for some, it's like the live death sentence.
That's the cruel bare dance of the
today's society:)
#review
#thought
eveningwalk
In this huge crisis...
some lives are settled down
well on the big roofs of the giant apartments
where as some are fighting to survive
and kept trying to arrange the two times meals.
some people enjoy the evening
with their loved ones with
eating the expensive snacks and ice creams.
where as some other are unable to meet
their loved one even once in a month
for some, it seems to be like a holiday.
for some, it's like the live death sentence.
That's the cruel bare dance of the
today's society:)
#review
#thought
eveningwalk
. O Angels.
Lifting my chin up towards the sky,
Gazing those stars tucked so high.
Wishing someone up from there,
With long feathers in a whitish attire,
Could notice me standing all alone here.
My lips quivered ,
Felt a little shaken,
Wanted a favour,
From the Angels of the Heaven.
That,
I become capable of doing what my heart says,
No matter for whatever it pays.
Nothing's Impossible,with a passion to do
O Angels,
Shower your blessings upon me,
So that my wishlist comes true.
#review #wish #saloni
Lifting my chin up towards the sky,
Gazing those stars tucked so high.
Wishing someone up from there,
With long feathers in a whitish attire,
Could notice me standing all alone here.
My lips quivered ,
Felt a little shaken,
Wanted a favour,
From the Angels of the Heaven.
That,
I become capable of doing what my heart says,
No matter for whatever it pays.
Nothing's Impossible,with a passion to do
O Angels,
Shower your blessings upon me,
So that my wishlist comes true.
#review #wish #saloni
Signs which were never for me,
I made them mine,
Promises that were never made for me,
Still I believe them in my heart indeed,
All those dreams that I fantasied about,
It was my mistake that I thought they were mine...
#review
I made them mine,
Promises that were never made for me,
Still I believe them in my heart indeed,
All those dreams that I fantasied about,
It was my mistake that I thought they were mine...
#review
the illusion of bias
as i look out of the window
a dreary night
i see the moon shining
but there is no radiance
only a faint dim light
and as i look at the moon
i realise
the way you stir
you would resemble her
because you’re blurred
with the ecsatsy of distortion
how you conceal those tears
behind the assumption so utopian
i look at the moon
and i wonder
if it lost the innocence it had
just like i did
did it lose its innocence
when it realised that
hell and heaven were the same
when the only place
they both belonged to
bled of pain
or it lost its innocence
when it realised the ugly truth
behind this facade of magnificence
i wonder if it feels the way i do
shining on someone else's light
and taking the pride in the
debt of dependence
that is long overdue
and as i shut the blinds
and stop pondering
i realise that moon is just like me
lost and wandering.
#review #kt #poetry
(I know there are no punctuations. I wrote it just spontaneously while I was texting, so I thought I would keep the flow raw, but any other suggestions are most welcome :))
as i look out of the window
a dreary night
i see the moon shining
but there is no radiance
only a faint dim light
and as i look at the moon
i realise
the way you stir
you would resemble her
because you’re blurred
with the ecsatsy of distortion
how you conceal those tears
behind the assumption so utopian
i look at the moon
and i wonder
if it lost the innocence it had
just like i did
did it lose its innocence
when it realised that
hell and heaven were the same
when the only place
they both belonged to
bled of pain
or it lost its innocence
when it realised the ugly truth
behind this facade of magnificence
i wonder if it feels the way i do
shining on someone else's light
and taking the pride in the
debt of dependence
that is long overdue
and as i shut the blinds
and stop pondering
i realise that moon is just like me
lost and wandering.
#review #kt #poetry
(I know there are no punctuations. I wrote it just spontaneously while I was texting, so I thought I would keep the flow raw, but any other suggestions are most welcome :))
It has been my pleasure to be running around when I was younger than this but some years i thought I ceased not knowing I only seized, now;
To my surprise I am still running, this time around a circle, With no tiredness in my veins
To my surprise I am still running, this time in zig-zag order, with zero fatigue in my artery.
To my surprise I am still running, this time maintaining a straightline, with no travel-worn in my blood clotting
Suddenly I stopped, wondering what chasing me.... Then I realised the following;
When I was running in a Rotational motion, you were in the middle while I was protecting you
When I was running in a Random motion, you were around me while I was blocking all harm from coming towards you.
When I was running in a Regular motion, you were behind me while I was ushering you.
Then my intuition told me to continue running, till now I never stopped running all to be where you are!
#review #everyone #love
To my surprise I am still running, this time around a circle, With no tiredness in my veins
To my surprise I am still running, this time in zig-zag order, with zero fatigue in my artery.
To my surprise I am still running, this time maintaining a straightline, with no travel-worn in my blood clotting
Suddenly I stopped, wondering what chasing me.... Then I realised the following;
When I was running in a Rotational motion, you were in the middle while I was protecting you
When I was running in a Random motion, you were around me while I was blocking all harm from coming towards you.
When I was running in a Regular motion, you were behind me while I was ushering you.
Then my intuition told me to continue running, till now I never stopped running all to be where you are!
#review #everyone #love
The Lights That Carry Us
I travelled a lot as a child.
My father built hospitals, health centers and mosques on distant islands, and
every few months,
carrying workmen and materials,
I would find myself riding a speck on a vast breathing ocean
on my way to somewhere new.
Watching flying fish shoot out
from the calm azure glass, gliding
along with the boat for a hundred
feet and pierce back into the blue.
And I, a boy with cheek pressed against the vibrations of the engine
lying at the front of the boat with my head hanging down Wide eyed,
most mesmerized by how the bow
of the dhoani, endlessly
cleaved the sea in two.
There are few things I could look at forever.
A blazing, fire its tendrils
licking in sensual ecstacy,
never stopping, ever dancing.
The perfect metaphor for the human condition,
fire, light, dance and burning too.
The liberation of matter into smoke,
even more solid than the fuel itself.
Miraculous in how something could
hold so much in something so little. Then there is water,
sometimes calm, sometimes excited
kicking and curling up; foam laughing on its extremities.
Nieztche said that when we when gaze into the abyss,
the abyss also gazes back into us.
I am sure it is the same with these things too.
Lately, on my darkest days
I find myself thinking of moonless nights
and the child on the boat
sleepless, wide eyed, hypnotized still,
sailing a sea of void on which not even the light
of dead stars are reflected back.
It would have been terrifying,
if It wasn't so beautiful.
When you stand at the back,
you would see the path of the dhoni
illuminated by a trail of bioluminiscence
And from the front, nothing but the blackest black
except from fleeting sparks of plankton
at the place the boat and the sea met.
On these nights, I am sure
these grains of light are all that is
holding this vessel afloat.
#review #nazaal #poetry
(A dhoni is a type of Maldivian boat)
I travelled a lot as a child.
My father built hospitals, health centers and mosques on distant islands, and
every few months,
carrying workmen and materials,
I would find myself riding a speck on a vast breathing ocean
on my way to somewhere new.
Watching flying fish shoot out
from the calm azure glass, gliding
along with the boat for a hundred
feet and pierce back into the blue.
And I, a boy with cheek pressed against the vibrations of the engine
lying at the front of the boat with my head hanging down Wide eyed,
most mesmerized by how the bow
of the dhoani, endlessly
cleaved the sea in two.
There are few things I could look at forever.
A blazing, fire its tendrils
licking in sensual ecstacy,
never stopping, ever dancing.
The perfect metaphor for the human condition,
fire, light, dance and burning too.
The liberation of matter into smoke,
even more solid than the fuel itself.
Miraculous in how something could
hold so much in something so little. Then there is water,
sometimes calm, sometimes excited
kicking and curling up; foam laughing on its extremities.
Nieztche said that when we when gaze into the abyss,
the abyss also gazes back into us.
I am sure it is the same with these things too.
Lately, on my darkest days
I find myself thinking of moonless nights
and the child on the boat
sleepless, wide eyed, hypnotized still,
sailing a sea of void on which not even the light
of dead stars are reflected back.
It would have been terrifying,
if It wasn't so beautiful.
When you stand at the back,
you would see the path of the dhoni
illuminated by a trail of bioluminiscence
And from the front, nothing but the blackest black
except from fleeting sparks of plankton
at the place the boat and the sea met.
On these nights, I am sure
these grains of light are all that is
holding this vessel afloat.
#review #nazaal #poetry
(A dhoni is a type of Maldivian boat)
DANDELION
The coercive wind winnow away it's white fur tattered seeds like the emperors of the sky winnowing the air. It moribund with a caveat of rebirth, a new life- surviving through all the challenges and difficulties. it's seed attached with the wings staggering in the air in solidarity like a pestilence giving chance to grow and flourish again. But in reality it uses subterfuge on everyone from child to old one's by associating with hope and dreams that come true because when children fervently blow it's fluff they close their eyes and make a wish. When they see a dandelion head, they are reminded of all the things they have and will wish for.
#IG #randomPiece #review
The coercive wind winnow away it's white fur tattered seeds like the emperors of the sky winnowing the air. It moribund with a caveat of rebirth, a new life- surviving through all the challenges and difficulties. it's seed attached with the wings staggering in the air in solidarity like a pestilence giving chance to grow and flourish again. But in reality it uses subterfuge on everyone from child to old one's by associating with hope and dreams that come true because when children fervently blow it's fluff they close their eyes and make a wish. When they see a dandelion head, they are reminded of all the things they have and will wish for.
#IG #randomPiece #review
Responsibility
Trying to be responsible,
I am off from the current
And bemused by possibilities of the future
Though i care,
I struggle to be responsible.
#micropoetry #review
Trying to be responsible,
I am off from the current
And bemused by possibilities of the future
Though i care,
I struggle to be responsible.
#micropoetry #review
Responsibility
Trying to be responsible
I am off from the current
And bemused by possibilities of the future
Though i care,
I struggle to be responsible
#micropoetry #review
Trying to be responsible
I am off from the current
And bemused by possibilities of the future
Though i care,
I struggle to be responsible
#micropoetry #review
It’s ok not be the master of everything,to be aware about everything,to be pretend urself intelligent every time.
It’s ok if someone makes fun of you let them enjoy you are not born to impress the community & to be pretend urself whom you not are,
It’s time to accept urself not to adjust urslef but don’t expect others to accept U, be simple soul the way you are,
It’s time to learn to be okay…everything thing may be not okay today but meant to be okay one day….
#iamswati #review
It’s ok if someone makes fun of you let them enjoy you are not born to impress the community & to be pretend urself whom you not are,
It’s time to accept urself not to adjust urslef but don’t expect others to accept U, be simple soul the way you are,
It’s time to learn to be okay…everything thing may be not okay today but meant to be okay one day….
#iamswati #review
We all have scarred in our soul,
We all broken once twice or many times,
We die a little every day with older soul in the same clothes, with the same scars.
But these scars only remind every time to me that I survived little stronger Little Better…
#review
We all broken once twice or many times,
We die a little every day with older soul in the same clothes, with the same scars.
But these scars only remind every time to me that I survived little stronger Little Better…
#review
p o o r C o m p a s s i o n
while walking on a foot path
On a dusky evening..
eyes sudden got stuck on the roadside
I saw a mother rather I would elaborate saying:
a working mother feeding her new baby
on the wooden bench of the tea stall
where she works.
the view was something that broadly able to justify the Indian grading system in an well manner.
Despite of thousands of plannings and steps towards the mother walfare skim that the government regularly thinking of.
Believing that one day with the new sun rise all the sorrows and pains of the roadside workers will be wipe out.
#review
#thought
while walking on a foot path
On a dusky evening..
eyes sudden got stuck on the roadside
I saw a mother rather I would elaborate saying:
a working mother feeding her new baby
on the wooden bench of the tea stall
where she works.
the view was something that broadly able to justify the Indian grading system in an well manner.
Despite of thousands of plannings and steps towards the mother walfare skim that the government regularly thinking of.
Believing that one day with the new sun rise all the sorrows and pains of the roadside workers will be wipe out.
#review
#thought
It's true.
I am the monster they say I am, So please keep a distance.
I'll be waiting for the tenderness to exorcize the shades from my pathetic existence.
And when the mist unfolds, I'll cry the tears I couldn't cry before.
Author's note: This is an old thing of mine. Still I want to hear thoughts about it.
#review #Noob #poetry
I am the monster they say I am, So please keep a distance.
I'll be waiting for the tenderness to exorcize the shades from my pathetic existence.
And when the mist unfolds, I'll cry the tears I couldn't cry before.
Author's note: This is an old thing of mine. Still I want to hear thoughts about it.
#review #Noob #poetry
Oh my sweet diary
You are like that pole star
Who shows the way when the time comes.
You are like those stars
Which contains all my happiness and sadness,
You are like that sun
Who show new hope every day,
You are like those trees
Who gives fresh new ideas,
You are like that flower
through which blossomed life,
You are like that wind
That clarifies the thoughts of the mind,
What to say about you
There's nothing like saying
You are my whole life
#review #everyone
You are like that pole star
Who shows the way when the time comes.
You are like those stars
Which contains all my happiness and sadness,
You are like that sun
Who show new hope every day,
You are like those trees
Who gives fresh new ideas,
You are like that flower
through which blossomed life,
You are like that wind
That clarifies the thoughts of the mind,
What to say about you
There's nothing like saying
You are my whole life
#review #everyone