I light a lamp
On the day of colors of lights ,
when all houses glitter all night;
I show lamp to almighty bright ,
Come to my door O heaven's alight ,
To shine my eternal lifeless life ,
stand alone I holding light
on the brightened day at night .
O almighty! bless us right ,
Our shapes of colors at midnight;
Lamp I burn unto your sight ,
To shine my eternal lifeless life
Stand alone I at midnight
Holding with love ,
perfect molded clay of light.
The earth gets light ;
The sky burns bright ;
never you know you light ,
match to your eternal life.
But the houses grin with laugh
I light a lamp to my immortal lord. #review
On the day of colors of lights ,
when all houses glitter all night;
I show lamp to almighty bright ,
Come to my door O heaven's alight ,
To shine my eternal lifeless life ,
stand alone I holding light
on the brightened day at night .
O almighty! bless us right ,
Our shapes of colors at midnight;
Lamp I burn unto your sight ,
To shine my eternal lifeless life
Stand alone I at midnight
Holding with love ,
perfect molded clay of light.
The earth gets light ;
The sky burns bright ;
never you know you light ,
match to your eternal life.
But the houses grin with laugh
I light a lamp to my immortal lord. #review
A fragment of sunlight lit my face,
My saddened heart picked up pace.!!
The mistakes i have done
Were suddenly forgotten..
The emptiness within me was filled,
The surroundings were now thrilled..
I didn't blame myself anymore,
The lost sea now found its shore
The lost sea now found its shore..!!
#akshita #review #poem
My saddened heart picked up pace.!!
The mistakes i have done
Were suddenly forgotten..
The emptiness within me was filled,
The surroundings were now thrilled..
I didn't blame myself anymore,
The lost sea now found its shore
The lost sea now found its shore..!!
#akshita #review #poem
#review #Go #prose
Title: The Bastard Prince
PART-2 A Boy
The Morning was imperative, the dark tone of the birds sang, houses of the suburbs now face that great challenge, the awakening. That everyone awakes, is no more than a lie, as there are the dumb lazy, and the smart lazy. But why should anyone awake? Why should anyone try to force themselves upon a destiny of poverty, if not more poverty? We can’t and we won’t know, but it’s those who face themselves with a challenge to be better, that move, yet a boy wouldn’t. The boy, that was named after his father, Edward, doesn’t want, the meaningless of moving out of bed scares him, so the blankets forge a fortress for him. A Crow, appears, and the boy sees him, staring at him, with two different eyes, a dark one in which life travels for despair, the other, bright and white, as the non-seeing eye, makes a prophecy of greatness and adventure, but which to trust? Does he really want such greatness after all? Al the thoughts disappeared, and he, already awaken, goes to the restroom, washes his face, stares at mirror, with a dead face, and says: ‘Let’s hope they aren’t at the school’. After that he has breakfast, with the little bread he had, with the little milk he had robbed, his mother didn’t worked, a depressive and unstable person, couldn’t hold a job for more than 1 week, being fired several times. So she would just drink Whisky all day, and after that cry herself to sleep. The house, a small apartment in the suburbs, was rotten, the walls were all yellow and black, as the smoke from the cigarettes didn’t forget. But he just accepted, he just couldn’t care about other things than paying bills, and also studying for the exams. The boy, who everyone called Robbins, was a quiet one, didn’t speak to the teachers too much, and didn’t interact with the students, as much as he could…
Title: The Bastard Prince
PART-2 A Boy
The Morning was imperative, the dark tone of the birds sang, houses of the suburbs now face that great challenge, the awakening. That everyone awakes, is no more than a lie, as there are the dumb lazy, and the smart lazy. But why should anyone awake? Why should anyone try to force themselves upon a destiny of poverty, if not more poverty? We can’t and we won’t know, but it’s those who face themselves with a challenge to be better, that move, yet a boy wouldn’t. The boy, that was named after his father, Edward, doesn’t want, the meaningless of moving out of bed scares him, so the blankets forge a fortress for him. A Crow, appears, and the boy sees him, staring at him, with two different eyes, a dark one in which life travels for despair, the other, bright and white, as the non-seeing eye, makes a prophecy of greatness and adventure, but which to trust? Does he really want such greatness after all? Al the thoughts disappeared, and he, already awaken, goes to the restroom, washes his face, stares at mirror, with a dead face, and says: ‘Let’s hope they aren’t at the school’. After that he has breakfast, with the little bread he had, with the little milk he had robbed, his mother didn’t worked, a depressive and unstable person, couldn’t hold a job for more than 1 week, being fired several times. So she would just drink Whisky all day, and after that cry herself to sleep. The house, a small apartment in the suburbs, was rotten, the walls were all yellow and black, as the smoke from the cigarettes didn’t forget. But he just accepted, he just couldn’t care about other things than paying bills, and also studying for the exams. The boy, who everyone called Robbins, was a quiet one, didn’t speak to the teachers too much, and didn’t interact with the students, as much as he could…
The way the sky is...
I feel very calm
Has an aura of its owm
Nothing compared to its charm
The clouds that surround it
Feels like the work of divine
Blowing in its own rhythm
Drunk in its own wine.
Sometimes they roar
And bless us with rain
Just The beauty of the drops
Nothing more to gain
Sky is full of wonder
Lightning too makes us feel
Just how small we are
To nature we should kneel.
It does exist
And also it does not
It's the mystery of nature
Known by those who sought
Something is beyond
Beyond the sky
The abode of divine
Or something more high.
Please #review it. #poem
I feel very calm
Has an aura of its owm
Nothing compared to its charm
The clouds that surround it
Feels like the work of divine
Blowing in its own rhythm
Drunk in its own wine.
Sometimes they roar
And bless us with rain
Just The beauty of the drops
Nothing more to gain
Sky is full of wonder
Lightning too makes us feel
Just how small we are
To nature we should kneel.
It does exist
And also it does not
It's the mystery of nature
Known by those who sought
Something is beyond
Beyond the sky
The abode of divine
Or something more high.
Please #review it. #poem
Whatever came to existence goes on to live for eternity and on ,
Because time is not linear nor life is its a circle that connects to its beginning
where it may seem to end everything repeats itself be it events , emotions and even death.
Is it good quote to start a novel based on time travel ? Its written by me #review
Because time is not linear nor life is its a circle that connects to its beginning
where it may seem to end everything repeats itself be it events , emotions and even death.
Is it good quote to start a novel based on time travel ? Its written by me #review
Broken heart
Disguised in her smile,
Was her pain
Under the glasses,
Were the dark circles
The morning to her was not blissful
Because all she had were tears full
Her heart was drenched
Her emotions were tightly clenched..
All she could think of,
Was how she was left off..
There was no relief on her face,
She no longer had solace
She was disappointed
The one whom she loved
Has betrayed her,
And now she was emptied
Nothing remained,
All she was left with is
Just a broken heart..Just a broken heart..
#akshita #review #poem
Disguised in her smile,
Was her pain
Under the glasses,
Were the dark circles
The morning to her was not blissful
Because all she had were tears full
Her heart was drenched
Her emotions were tightly clenched..
All she could think of,
Was how she was left off..
There was no relief on her face,
She no longer had solace
She was disappointed
The one whom she loved
Has betrayed her,
And now she was emptied
Nothing remained,
All she was left with is
Just a broken heart..Just a broken heart..
#akshita #review #poem
Broken heart
Disguised in her smile,
Was her pain
Under the glasses,
Were the dark circles
The morning to her was not blissful
Because all she had were tears full
Her heart was drenched
Her emotions were tightly clenched..
All she could think of,
Was how she was left off..
There was no relief on her face,
She no longer had solace
She was disappointed
The one whom she loved
Has betrayed her,
And now she was emptied
Nothing remained,
All she was left with is
Just a broken heart..Just a broken heart..
#akshita #review #poem
Disguised in her smile,
Was her pain
Under the glasses,
Were the dark circles
The morning to her was not blissful
Because all she had were tears full
Her heart was drenched
Her emotions were tightly clenched..
All she could think of,
Was how she was left off..
There was no relief on her face,
She no longer had solace
She was disappointed
The one whom she loved
Has betrayed her,
And now she was emptied
Nothing remained,
All she was left with is
Just a broken heart..Just a broken heart..
#akshita #review #poem
TWISTED TALE
#review #shortstory
It was a bright sunny day a hot afternoon ,the place was crowded with shirts and dresses having strains of prespirations .
I was waiting for my bus after having a second glance at my watch which said half past one , but finally it was there I got into the bus grasping a seat near a window to have some air come in .
It was about a journey of hour or two , the lady beside me asked ,"Have we reached ?" with a sweet voice , I felt something stange the way she was looking at things ,"NO" was my answer we have just passed half the way then , She asked me if I could give her bag which was above I hesitated a bit thinking why was she asking me to do all he jobs ,notheless it wad not a very 'big' deal I got her stuff down , She took out a hot bottle filled with tea and Alas! She spilled it on me , I shouted a bit about what has she done and thought her to be an arse .
My whole shirt was painted with the brownish shade of tea , there was no choice but to sit and and wait and finally the spot came , I was packing off my things and I saw her asking someone else to get her stuff but people were in a hustle no one helped . Finally I saw her paying money bills to the conductor as she hadn't bought tickets and to my suprise she handed her a 2000 crispy note, I was like is she mad or what ? ,But it was non of my buissness the conductor also took the sum with a faint smile .
Before she got down the bus she asked me if I can giver her stick thats kept there -she pointed.
#review #shortstory
It was a bright sunny day a hot afternoon ,the place was crowded with shirts and dresses having strains of prespirations .
I was waiting for my bus after having a second glance at my watch which said half past one , but finally it was there I got into the bus grasping a seat near a window to have some air come in .
It was about a journey of hour or two , the lady beside me asked ,"Have we reached ?" with a sweet voice , I felt something stange the way she was looking at things ,"NO" was my answer we have just passed half the way then , She asked me if I could give her bag which was above I hesitated a bit thinking why was she asking me to do all he jobs ,notheless it wad not a very 'big' deal I got her stuff down , She took out a hot bottle filled with tea and Alas! She spilled it on me , I shouted a bit about what has she done and thought her to be an arse .
My whole shirt was painted with the brownish shade of tea , there was no choice but to sit and and wait and finally the spot came , I was packing off my things and I saw her asking someone else to get her stuff but people were in a hustle no one helped . Finally I saw her paying money bills to the conductor as she hadn't bought tickets and to my suprise she handed her a 2000 crispy note, I was like is she mad or what ? ,But it was non of my buissness the conductor also took the sum with a faint smile .
Before she got down the bus she asked me if I can giver her stick thats kept there -she pointed.
Judge wisely
#review #shortstory
It was a bright sunny day a hot afternoon ,the place was crowded with shirts and dresses having strains of prespirations .
I was waiting for my bus after having a second glance at my watch which said half past one , but finally it was there I got into the bus grasping a seat near a window to have some air come in .
It was about a journey of hour or two , the lady beside me asked ,"Have we reached ?" with a sweet voice , I felt something stange the way she was looking at things ,"NO" was my answer we have just passed half the way then , She asked me if I could give her bag which was above I hesitated a bit thinking why was she asking me to do all he jobs ,notheless it wad not a very 'big' deal I got her stuff down , She took out a hot bottle filled with tea and Alas! She spilled it on me , I shouted a bit about what has she done and thought her to be an arse .
My whole shirt was painted with the brownish shade of tea , there was no choice but to sit and and wait and finally the spot came , I was packing off my things and I saw her asking someone else to get her stuff but people were in a hustle no one helped . Finally I saw her paying money bills to the conductor as she hadn't bought tickets and to my suprise she handed her a 2000 crispy note, I was like is she mad or what ? ,But it was non of my buissness the conductor also took the sum with a faint smile .
Before she got down the bus she asked me if I can give her the stick kept there ,my face turned pale I saw her walking out using the stick.
#review #shortstory
It was a bright sunny day a hot afternoon ,the place was crowded with shirts and dresses having strains of prespirations .
I was waiting for my bus after having a second glance at my watch which said half past one , but finally it was there I got into the bus grasping a seat near a window to have some air come in .
It was about a journey of hour or two , the lady beside me asked ,"Have we reached ?" with a sweet voice , I felt something stange the way she was looking at things ,"NO" was my answer we have just passed half the way then , She asked me if I could give her bag which was above I hesitated a bit thinking why was she asking me to do all he jobs ,notheless it wad not a very 'big' deal I got her stuff down , She took out a hot bottle filled with tea and Alas! She spilled it on me , I shouted a bit about what has she done and thought her to be an arse .
My whole shirt was painted with the brownish shade of tea , there was no choice but to sit and and wait and finally the spot came , I was packing off my things and I saw her asking someone else to get her stuff but people were in a hustle no one helped . Finally I saw her paying money bills to the conductor as she hadn't bought tickets and to my suprise she handed her a 2000 crispy note, I was like is she mad or what ? ,But it was non of my buissness the conductor also took the sum with a faint smile .
Before she got down the bus she asked me if I can give her the stick kept there ,my face turned pale I saw her walking out using the stick.
Put on the back burner
He looked away,
And out of her eyes.
The lovely smile,
So warm and sublime.
That charming smirk,
That left him beguiled.
She looked away,
And into the sky.
Bit her lip,
With a moist eye.
She couldn't keep it in,
But she won't cry.
Curbing their feelings,
They couldn't bear
The burdensome love
And non-apparent care.
Put on secondary primacy,
On the back burner in them.
Put on low precedence,
That never became high.
Feelings pushed behind,
That will but ignite.
They can temporarily defer,
But how long will remitting survive?
_____________________
From "On The Back Burner Of Love" coming soon :)
Please #review this #poetry
He looked away,
And out of her eyes.
The lovely smile,
So warm and sublime.
That charming smirk,
That left him beguiled.
She looked away,
And into the sky.
Bit her lip,
With a moist eye.
She couldn't keep it in,
But she won't cry.
Curbing their feelings,
They couldn't bear
The burdensome love
And non-apparent care.
Put on secondary primacy,
On the back burner in them.
Put on low precedence,
That never became high.
Feelings pushed behind,
That will but ignite.
They can temporarily defer,
But how long will remitting survive?
_____________________
From "On The Back Burner Of Love" coming soon :)
Please #review this #poetry
#review PS : i edited it because the ending was too twisty for others to grab
It was a bright sunny day a hot afternoon ,the place was crowded with shirts and dresses having strains of prespirations .
I was waiting for my bus after having a second glance at my watch which said half past one , but finally it was there I got into the bus grasping a seat near a window to have some air come in .
It was about a journey of hour or two , the lady beside me asked ,"Have we reached ?" with a sweet voice , I felt something stange the way she was looking at things ,"NO" was my answer we have just passed half the way then , She asked me if I could give her bag which was above I hesitated a bit thinking why was she asking me to do all he jobs ,notheless it wad not a very 'big' deal I got her stuff down , She took out a hot bottle filled with tea and Alas! She spilled it on me , I shouted a bit about what has she done and thought her to be an arse .
My whole shirt was painted with the brownish shade of tea , there was no choice but to sit and and wait and finally the spot came , I was packing off my things and I saw her asking someone else to get her stuff but people were in a hustle no one helped . Finally I saw her paying money bills to the conductor as she hadn't bought tickets and to my suprise she handed her a 2000 crispy note, I was like is she mad or what ? ,But it was non of my buissness the conductor also took the sum with a faint smile .
Before she got down the bus she asked me if I can giver her stick thats kept there -she pointed , my face turned pale When I saw her walking using the stick
It was a bright sunny day a hot afternoon ,the place was crowded with shirts and dresses having strains of prespirations .
I was waiting for my bus after having a second glance at my watch which said half past one , but finally it was there I got into the bus grasping a seat near a window to have some air come in .
It was about a journey of hour or two , the lady beside me asked ,"Have we reached ?" with a sweet voice , I felt something stange the way she was looking at things ,"NO" was my answer we have just passed half the way then , She asked me if I could give her bag which was above I hesitated a bit thinking why was she asking me to do all he jobs ,notheless it wad not a very 'big' deal I got her stuff down , She took out a hot bottle filled with tea and Alas! She spilled it on me , I shouted a bit about what has she done and thought her to be an arse .
My whole shirt was painted with the brownish shade of tea , there was no choice but to sit and and wait and finally the spot came , I was packing off my things and I saw her asking someone else to get her stuff but people were in a hustle no one helped . Finally I saw her paying money bills to the conductor as she hadn't bought tickets and to my suprise she handed her a 2000 crispy note, I was like is she mad or what ? ,But it was non of my buissness the conductor also took the sum with a faint smile .
Before she got down the bus she asked me if I can giver her stick thats kept there -she pointed , my face turned pale When I saw her walking using the stick
Ps : I edited to make ending more clear tell me if you can grasp it.
#review
It was a bright sunny day a hot afternoon ,the place was crowded with shirts and dresses having strains of prespirations .
I was waiting for my bus after having a second glance at my watch which said half past one , but finally it was there I got into the bus grasping a seat near a window to have some air come in .
It was about a journey of hour or two , the lady beside me asked ,"Have we reached ?" with a sweet voice , I felt something stange the way she was looking at things ,"NO" was my answer we have just passed half the way then , She asked me if I could give her bag which was above I hesitated a bit thinking why was she asking me to do all he jobs ,notheless it wad not a very 'big' deal I got her stuff down , She took out a hot bottle filled with tea and Alas! She spilled it on me , I shouted a bit about what has she done and thought her to be an arse .
My whole shirt was painted with the brownish shade of tea , there was no choice but to sit and and wait and finally the spot came , I was packing off my things and I saw her asking someone else to get her stuff but people were in a hustle no one helped . Finally I saw her paying money bills to the conductor as she hadn't bought tickets and to my suprise she handed her a 2000 crispy note, I was like is she mad or what ? ,But it was non of my buissness the conductor also took the sum with a faint smile .
Before she got down the bus she asked me if I can giver her stick thats kept there -she pointed I gave her the stick my face turned pale as I watched her walking using the stick
#review
It was a bright sunny day a hot afternoon ,the place was crowded with shirts and dresses having strains of prespirations .
I was waiting for my bus after having a second glance at my watch which said half past one , but finally it was there I got into the bus grasping a seat near a window to have some air come in .
It was about a journey of hour or two , the lady beside me asked ,"Have we reached ?" with a sweet voice , I felt something stange the way she was looking at things ,"NO" was my answer we have just passed half the way then , She asked me if I could give her bag which was above I hesitated a bit thinking why was she asking me to do all he jobs ,notheless it wad not a very 'big' deal I got her stuff down , She took out a hot bottle filled with tea and Alas! She spilled it on me , I shouted a bit about what has she done and thought her to be an arse .
My whole shirt was painted with the brownish shade of tea , there was no choice but to sit and and wait and finally the spot came , I was packing off my things and I saw her asking someone else to get her stuff but people were in a hustle no one helped . Finally I saw her paying money bills to the conductor as she hadn't bought tickets and to my suprise she handed her a 2000 crispy note, I was like is she mad or what ? ,But it was non of my buissness the conductor also took the sum with a faint smile .
Before she got down the bus she asked me if I can giver her stick thats kept there -she pointed I gave her the stick my face turned pale as I watched her walking using the stick
#review
Ps : I edited to make ending more clear tell me did you grasp it or not?
It was a bright sunny day a hot afternoon ,the place was crowded with shirts and dresses having strains of prespirations .
I was waiting for my bus after having a second glance at my watch which said half past one , but finally it was there I got into the bus grasping a seat near a window to have some air come in .
It was about a journey of hour or two , the lady beside me asked ,"Have we reached ?" with a sweet voice , I felt something stange the way she was looking at things ,"NO" was my answer we have just passed half the way then , She asked me if I could give her bag which was above I hesitated a bit thinking why was she asking me to do all he jobs ,notheless it wad not a very 'big' deal I got her stuff down , She took out a hot bottle filled with tea and Alas! She spilled it on me , I shouted a bit about what has she done and thought her to be an arse .
My whole shirt was painted with the brownish shade of tea , there was no choice but to sit and and wait and finally the spot came , I was packing off my things and I saw her asking someone else to get her stuff but people were in a hustle no one helped . Finally I saw her paying money bills to the conductor as she hadn't bought tickets and to my suprise she handed her a 2000 crispy note, I was like is she mad or what ? ,But it was non of my buissness the conductor also took the sum with a faint smile .
Before she got down the bus she asked me if I can give her stick thats kept there -she pointed My face turned pale after I gave her the stick and saw her walking outside using it.
Ps : I edited to make ending more clear tell me did you grasp it or not?
It was a bright sunny day a hot afternoon ,the place was crowded with shirts and dresses having strains of prespirations .
I was waiting for my bus after having a second glance at my watch which said half past one , but finally it was there I got into the bus grasping a seat near a window to have some air come in .
It was about a journey of hour or two , the lady beside me asked ,"Have we reached ?" with a sweet voice , I felt something stange the way she was looking at things ,"NO" was my answer we have just passed half the way then , She asked me if I could give her bag which was above I hesitated a bit thinking why was she asking me to do all he jobs ,notheless it wad not a very 'big' deal I got her stuff down , She took out a hot bottle filled with tea and Alas! She spilled it on me , I shouted a bit about what has she done and thought her to be an arse .
My whole shirt was painted with the brownish shade of tea , there was no choice but to sit and and wait and finally the spot came , I was packing off my things and I saw her asking someone else to get her stuff but people were in a hustle no one helped . Finally I saw her paying money bills to the conductor as she hadn't bought tickets and to my suprise she handed her a 2000 crispy note, I was like is she mad or what ? ,But it was non of my buissness the conductor also took the sum with a faint smile .
Before she got down the bus she asked me if I can give her stick thats kept there -she pointed My face turned pale after I gave her the stick and saw her walking outside using it.
#review #poem
What is darkness?
The man who is poor
For him is his life
To an artist I asked
Its just color black said he.
What has a scienist to say?
Oh its just lack of light !
Being fearfull was replied
Buy a little naughty child
What said a blind when asked about?
Lack of vision and all is doubt.
Lack of warmth and love ,
Said a little widow girl .
Absence of beauty was replied,
By a man with face lit light.
So is darnkess all above ?
Or is it just lack of thought?
What is darkness?
The man who is poor
For him is his life
To an artist I asked
Its just color black said he.
What has a scienist to say?
Oh its just lack of light !
Being fearfull was replied
Buy a little naughty child
What said a blind when asked about?
Lack of vision and all is doubt.
Lack of warmth and love ,
Said a little widow girl .
Absence of beauty was replied,
By a man with face lit light.
So is darnkess all above ?
Or is it just lack of thought?
So my premise of story will be set in India in the city of banaras my main theme is love and time travel platonic love actually .I will introduce time travel by a man trying to change past once he gets hold of a time machine , he will try to save life of his friend/lover ,its not it story is bit complex to explain it won't be anything typical I can guarantee . I swear I will make things happen that you never aspect after my exams I will begin Writing I need your support your all support to review my writings and comment on it , It will be great of you .
I wanted to ask few things
Can a novel have one protagonist?
Or shall I switch between male and female?
#review
I wanted to ask few things
Can a novel have one protagonist?
Or shall I switch between male and female?
#review
In the end, it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone
our bitter and happy memories running through the mind
my heart is halted like small specks of glass
my eyes yearning to see your existence
my ears craving to hear your voice
my soul is impaired without you
our promises of being together are broken
our hallways are segregated
our future imaginations are no lankier prevails
you just said "goodbye" and evacuated me lonely
I disbelief myself for not being worthy of you
It's arduous for me to reckon anyone in life
Unable to have faith in anyone
my love, you left me for wealthiness in world
I felt you never loved me
I will deliberately try to move on
I will try to forget you
I will pray for your soundness in life
Be sure to differentiate love and lust in life
Though my fitful heart will take time jolted it together
But discolourations of treason will never refurbish
One day my true love will obtain all my loneliness
#review #poetry #ae
A painful trap, long after you were gone
our bitter and happy memories running through the mind
my heart is halted like small specks of glass
my eyes yearning to see your existence
my ears craving to hear your voice
my soul is impaired without you
our promises of being together are broken
our hallways are segregated
our future imaginations are no lankier prevails
you just said "goodbye" and evacuated me lonely
I disbelief myself for not being worthy of you
It's arduous for me to reckon anyone in life
Unable to have faith in anyone
my love, you left me for wealthiness in world
I felt you never loved me
I will deliberately try to move on
I will try to forget you
I will pray for your soundness in life
Be sure to differentiate love and lust in life
Though my fitful heart will take time jolted it together
But discolourations of treason will never refurbish
One day my true love will obtain all my loneliness
#review #poetry #ae
#review #AS
I was a kid when I read a number of love stories.
I always fantasized about a prince charming,
arriving on a white horse with music playing in the background.
"You'll be the prince and I'll be your princess.
It's a love story, baby just say yes."
All this remained a fantasy,
I never encountered love.
I had heard about violins playing in the background,
butterflies in the stomach, stammering or going silent;
in front that one, who makes your heart pound.
Until, the day I met you.
The moment I saw you,
I knew you were the one.
I didn't know your name,
I didn't know from where you came.
Looking at you,
I was mesmerized.
I got feelings that I never had.
Your passing by,
brought music to my ears.
I'd close my eyes
and feel you near.
I still remember your aroma,
which made me crazy,
the days when I would
bloom like a daisy.
I had never spoken to you but
had planned my entire life with you.
In my mind, you were that prince,
whom I was ready to wait forever.
This feeling which
I termed as infatuation
gradually, turned to love.
Now, my craze for you
is turning that love into limerence.
"You'll be the prince and I'll be your princess.
It's a love story, baby just say yes."
I was a kid when I read a number of love stories.
I always fantasized about a prince charming,
arriving on a white horse with music playing in the background.
"You'll be the prince and I'll be your princess.
It's a love story, baby just say yes."
All this remained a fantasy,
I never encountered love.
I had heard about violins playing in the background,
butterflies in the stomach, stammering or going silent;
in front that one, who makes your heart pound.
Until, the day I met you.
The moment I saw you,
I knew you were the one.
I didn't know your name,
I didn't know from where you came.
Looking at you,
I was mesmerized.
I got feelings that I never had.
Your passing by,
brought music to my ears.
I'd close my eyes
and feel you near.
I still remember your aroma,
which made me crazy,
the days when I would
bloom like a daisy.
I had never spoken to you but
had planned my entire life with you.
In my mind, you were that prince,
whom I was ready to wait forever.
This feeling which
I termed as infatuation
gradually, turned to love.
Now, my craze for you
is turning that love into limerence.
"You'll be the prince and I'll be your princess.
It's a love story, baby just say yes."
Title - the unfulfilled wish
(Part 1)
today is Sunday, timing is 8:00 and I was sleeping yet on my bed, without any pressure, my mind was free and feel relax.
Hey moni, why, Nitin sleeping yet,
my father said to my mother, go and wake up to neru. Mom said, ok, I am going and wake up him but please, don't scolding him again, okk
I will not scold him, now go fast. Nitin my son where are you, wake up, my son, my mom said, my mom's voice was very sweet, I heard it but I ignore it as I have nothing heard it. finally, my mom entered my room and she saw me that, why, am I sleep yet. neru my dear son, you know, what special today is ?? my mom said with a cute smile.
I suddenly awake and said, yes, I know that today is a very special day and I was looking too much excited. today is my birthday I said with my happy face
My neru what happened why are you sleeping yet.
awake, awake my dear son
You are my moon
Today is a special day
Wish you a happy birthday.
My mom said, and suddenly I awake and hugged her, Ohh mom I thought you forget that today is my birthday I said with tears Face
Hey don't rubbish I am your mother how can I forget your birthday
Go and change your clothing.
of course, I jump from my bed and go to the shower after that I came on the ground floor where my mom and dad prepare my gift, my dear son
Wish you a happy birthday and enjoy your funny and sunlight day
Thanks, dad I said, where is my gift
Ohh now me and your mother going to the market for your surprise gift, ok, take care and have food.
Yes sure dad and till evening I wait for my parents but why they both nor came yet after a few minutes my uncle( best friend of my dad, they both worked in the same company)
Running fast to tell me that your parents, what are you want to say
I said. your parents die in an accident
Noooooo I shouted and suddenly I awake from my dream.uhh uhh this worst dreams and I wipe my sweat and my breath was very fast and tears fall from my eyes. but this is not only a bad dream this is the truth that I lost my parents when my 15 birthday. I want to cry loudly that I don't want a gift, I only want my parents and tears came in my eyes. I stand up and go near to the window. Where I saw very beautiful flowers I want to pluck but I thought they(flowers) also have a family after losing my family I don't want that someone lost family I said myself
I feel relax in the fresh wind and I heard something, someone calls my name, I go on the ground floor and open the main door and I saw,
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(Part 1)
today is Sunday, timing is 8:00 and I was sleeping yet on my bed, without any pressure, my mind was free and feel relax.
Hey moni, why, Nitin sleeping yet,
my father said to my mother, go and wake up to neru. Mom said, ok, I am going and wake up him but please, don't scolding him again, okk
I will not scold him, now go fast. Nitin my son where are you, wake up, my son, my mom said, my mom's voice was very sweet, I heard it but I ignore it as I have nothing heard it. finally, my mom entered my room and she saw me that, why, am I sleep yet. neru my dear son, you know, what special today is ?? my mom said with a cute smile.
I suddenly awake and said, yes, I know that today is a very special day and I was looking too much excited. today is my birthday I said with my happy face
My neru what happened why are you sleeping yet.
awake, awake my dear son
You are my moon
Today is a special day
Wish you a happy birthday.
My mom said, and suddenly I awake and hugged her, Ohh mom I thought you forget that today is my birthday I said with tears Face
Hey don't rubbish I am your mother how can I forget your birthday
Go and change your clothing.
of course, I jump from my bed and go to the shower after that I came on the ground floor where my mom and dad prepare my gift, my dear son
Wish you a happy birthday and enjoy your funny and sunlight day
Thanks, dad I said, where is my gift
Ohh now me and your mother going to the market for your surprise gift, ok, take care and have food.
Yes sure dad and till evening I wait for my parents but why they both nor came yet after a few minutes my uncle( best friend of my dad, they both worked in the same company)
Running fast to tell me that your parents, what are you want to say
I said. your parents die in an accident
Noooooo I shouted and suddenly I awake from my dream.uhh uhh this worst dreams and I wipe my sweat and my breath was very fast and tears fall from my eyes. but this is not only a bad dream this is the truth that I lost my parents when my 15 birthday. I want to cry loudly that I don't want a gift, I only want my parents and tears came in my eyes. I stand up and go near to the window. Where I saw very beautiful flowers I want to pluck but I thought they(flowers) also have a family after losing my family I don't want that someone lost family I said myself
I feel relax in the fresh wind and I heard something, someone calls my name, I go on the ground floor and open the main door and I saw,
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Pessimist and Optimist
How different can our points be when they all belong to same entity ? Well to answer this here is a story -
The house was all in hustle as it was the twins birthday , My kids they were twins but opposite like reflections of mirrors .
One was north other was south , One great optimist other gloomy and pessimist .
It was their birthady so I decided to point the diffrence I locked them up in seprate rooms one with full of toys left with pessimist and other with horse manure my little boy optimist .
After a while I went into my gloomy kids room to my wonder he was crying when I asked he said sobbing ,"Oh dad what do I do now ? These toys ought to get discharge soon how will I get batteries and my friends will be jealous of me know , How will I show them these all they will break them "
When I went to my optimistic kid
"He was smiling looking at manure "
Boy why are you smiling I asked ."There must be a pony out there !" he said grinning
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How different can our points be when they all belong to same entity ? Well to answer this here is a story -
The house was all in hustle as it was the twins birthday , My kids they were twins but opposite like reflections of mirrors .
One was north other was south , One great optimist other gloomy and pessimist .
It was their birthady so I decided to point the diffrence I locked them up in seprate rooms one with full of toys left with pessimist and other with horse manure my little boy optimist .
After a while I went into my gloomy kids room to my wonder he was crying when I asked he said sobbing ,"Oh dad what do I do now ? These toys ought to get discharge soon how will I get batteries and my friends will be jealous of me know , How will I show them these all they will break them "
When I went to my optimistic kid
"He was smiling looking at manure "
Boy why are you smiling I asked ."There must be a pony out there !" he said grinning
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Cloak
What you see is a cloak,
a cloak woven to perfection.
You see a happy me,
it's only a misconception.
It's a different me that you see,
the me, that makes you believe;
there is someone who'll care
and never leave.
I always wanted you to smile
and never have a tear.
Seeing you sad,
was my only fear.
I have kept promise,
to guide you and be with you all along.
To be your shield
and always keep you strong.
I want to tell you now.
I want you to know,
there have been times
when I have felt pain;
I wanted to burst out,
but had to gulp it down.
I wanted to share it all with you.
I knew you'd not understand.
You had seen me all this while,
as a rock, who could withstand
everything with a smile.
I have been pretentious
all my life.
I've hidden from you my other side.
I've not always been happy,
I hope you understand
and I no more have to pretend.
Dear daughter,
Today,
I stand in front of you, to unfurl
I'm no strong woman,
I'm mother of the strongest girl.
The day your father left me,
I was a vulnerable woman.
The day you were born,
you made me strong.
I buried my vulnerability,
to give you strength.
With you I knew, I had the ability,
to live under any circumstance.
I held you tight against me
and put up a cloak,
to give you a life of dignity.
A cloak, to hide my vulnerability.
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What you see is a cloak,
a cloak woven to perfection.
You see a happy me,
it's only a misconception.
It's a different me that you see,
the me, that makes you believe;
there is someone who'll care
and never leave.
I always wanted you to smile
and never have a tear.
Seeing you sad,
was my only fear.
I have kept promise,
to guide you and be with you all along.
To be your shield
and always keep you strong.
I want to tell you now.
I want you to know,
there have been times
when I have felt pain;
I wanted to burst out,
but had to gulp it down.
I wanted to share it all with you.
I knew you'd not understand.
You had seen me all this while,
as a rock, who could withstand
everything with a smile.
I have been pretentious
all my life.
I've hidden from you my other side.
I've not always been happy,
I hope you understand
and I no more have to pretend.
Dear daughter,
Today,
I stand in front of you, to unfurl
I'm no strong woman,
I'm mother of the strongest girl.
The day your father left me,
I was a vulnerable woman.
The day you were born,
you made me strong.
I buried my vulnerability,
to give you strength.
With you I knew, I had the ability,
to live under any circumstance.
I held you tight against me
and put up a cloak,
to give you a life of dignity.
A cloak, to hide my vulnerability.
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