Books
Books are authentic companions
Eternally chaperoning me along with my pilgrimage
A true pal who never judges me!
A true colleague who eternally steer me,
A true partner who never makes me grope lonely,
A true buddy who exhibits the right and wrong aisle,
Procuring me full wisdom,
Empowering me valuable moralities,
Molding me into an athletic personality,
Skimming books I am into a different realm,
Fictional books assist me to encounter a fantasy world,
Non-fictional books help me encounter a world of reality,
Books are my lifetime patron!
#review #poetry #ae
Books are authentic companions
Eternally chaperoning me along with my pilgrimage
A true pal who never judges me!
A true colleague who eternally steer me,
A true partner who never makes me grope lonely,
A true buddy who exhibits the right and wrong aisle,
Procuring me full wisdom,
Empowering me valuable moralities,
Molding me into an athletic personality,
Skimming books I am into a different realm,
Fictional books assist me to encounter a fantasy world,
Non-fictional books help me encounter a world of reality,
Books are my lifetime patron!
#review #poetry #ae
Hope
Enveloped in feathers covered of hope
To which follows a lengthy rope!
In the sky filled with a lot many heinous
Jealous by others' success yet there exists the factor of heterogeneous
Who fervently tackle the obstacles
Without any botheration to injure their ankles
Yet from years, the story remains the same
Which enables us to gain the fame!
After constant watering, there grows that tiny seed to a well shaped plant
It grew, because there lied hope, not to try even a decant.
Poor ant crawling with a hope on ground
For finally, with the food, she gets crowned
Poor us fighting with the battle of Covid
Are full of hope and vigour to make it eroded.
Hope is not a bliss!
But something to which you get fascinated to kiss.
Hope is not a power!
But something gained by everyone in handful of shower.
Hope is not an energy!
But something which demolishes from you; lethargy.
Hope is not serendipity!
But something that owns you dignity.
Hope is not a grace!
But something which in us acquired a massive space.
Sailor sails with a hope to reach its destination
Pilot flies with a hope to clinch the border of another nation
Students study with a hope to succeed in examination with flying colours
And we fight with a hope to hit the covid to enjoy our supper
Because
In the ray of hope
There doesn't exists
Any fear
Any shiver
Any weakness
As it is itself unknown to any atrocious!
-GUNEEV KAUR
©poetguneev
#review #poetry
Enveloped in feathers covered of hope
To which follows a lengthy rope!
In the sky filled with a lot many heinous
Jealous by others' success yet there exists the factor of heterogeneous
Who fervently tackle the obstacles
Without any botheration to injure their ankles
Yet from years, the story remains the same
Which enables us to gain the fame!
After constant watering, there grows that tiny seed to a well shaped plant
It grew, because there lied hope, not to try even a decant.
Poor ant crawling with a hope on ground
For finally, with the food, she gets crowned
Poor us fighting with the battle of Covid
Are full of hope and vigour to make it eroded.
Hope is not a bliss!
But something to which you get fascinated to kiss.
Hope is not a power!
But something gained by everyone in handful of shower.
Hope is not an energy!
But something which demolishes from you; lethargy.
Hope is not serendipity!
But something that owns you dignity.
Hope is not a grace!
But something which in us acquired a massive space.
Sailor sails with a hope to reach its destination
Pilot flies with a hope to clinch the border of another nation
Students study with a hope to succeed in examination with flying colours
And we fight with a hope to hit the covid to enjoy our supper
Because
In the ray of hope
There doesn't exists
Any fear
Any shiver
Any weakness
As it is itself unknown to any atrocious!
-GUNEEV KAUR
©poetguneev
#review #poetry
A Ray of Hope!
Enveloped in feathers covered of hope
To which follows a lengthy rope!
In the sky filled with a lot many heinous
Jealous by others' success yet there exists the factor of heterogeneous
Who fervently tackle the obstacles
Without any botheration to injure their ankles
Yet from years, the story remains the same
Which enables us to gain the fame!
After constant watering, there grows that tiny seed to a well shaped plant
It grew, because there lied hope, not to try even a decant.
Poor ant crawling with a hope on ground
For finally, with the food, she gets crowned
Poor us fighting with the battle of Covid
Are full of hope and vigour to make it eroded.
Hope is not a bliss!
But something to which you get fascinated to kiss.
Hope is not a power!
But something gained by everyone in handful of shower.
Hope is not an energy!
But something which demolishes from you; lethargy.
Hope is not serendipity!
But something that owns you dignity.
Hope is not a grace!
But something which in us acquired a massive space.
Sailor sails with a hope to reach its destination
Pilot flies with a hope to clinch the border of another nation
Students study with a hope to succeed in examination with flying colours
And we fight with a hope to hit the covid to enjoy our supper
Because
In the ray of hope
There doesn't exists
Any fear
Any shiver
Any weakness
As it is itself unknown to any atrocious!
-GUNEEV KAUR
© poetguneev
#poetry #review
Enveloped in feathers covered of hope
To which follows a lengthy rope!
In the sky filled with a lot many heinous
Jealous by others' success yet there exists the factor of heterogeneous
Who fervently tackle the obstacles
Without any botheration to injure their ankles
Yet from years, the story remains the same
Which enables us to gain the fame!
After constant watering, there grows that tiny seed to a well shaped plant
It grew, because there lied hope, not to try even a decant.
Poor ant crawling with a hope on ground
For finally, with the food, she gets crowned
Poor us fighting with the battle of Covid
Are full of hope and vigour to make it eroded.
Hope is not a bliss!
But something to which you get fascinated to kiss.
Hope is not a power!
But something gained by everyone in handful of shower.
Hope is not an energy!
But something which demolishes from you; lethargy.
Hope is not serendipity!
But something that owns you dignity.
Hope is not a grace!
But something which in us acquired a massive space.
Sailor sails with a hope to reach its destination
Pilot flies with a hope to clinch the border of another nation
Students study with a hope to succeed in examination with flying colours
And we fight with a hope to hit the covid to enjoy our supper
Because
In the ray of hope
There doesn't exists
Any fear
Any shiver
Any weakness
As it is itself unknown to any atrocious!
-GUNEEV KAUR
© poetguneev
#poetry #review
love only grows
on the soil of heart
where it can stretch
its scent freely and wide
to reach every corner
that knows of blood
it has a fragrance
which can soak all walls
this allows it to leak
into the outside world
hence a smell
from only few points
without a doubt
is not from true love
#review
#AhmadMusa
on the soil of heart
where it can stretch
its scent freely and wide
to reach every corner
that knows of blood
it has a fragrance
which can soak all walls
this allows it to leak
into the outside world
hence a smell
from only few points
without a doubt
is not from true love
#review
#AhmadMusa
#review you are in my faded smile .
i live in your tears .
when whole world lie to us,
we get a chance to discover
-Ritika Srivastava
i live in your tears .
when whole world lie to us,
we get a chance to discover
-Ritika Srivastava
Moonlight
Since the beginning of time
Since when the forbidden fruit was still ripe
It has been proven —
If you want to feel the moonlight,
On your face
You have to stay away from the Sun
—RK
#review
#rk
#moonlight
Since the beginning of time
Since when the forbidden fruit was still ripe
It has been proven —
If you want to feel the moonlight,
On your face
You have to stay away from the Sun
—RK
#review
#rk
#moonlight
On most days ,I find myself miserable of my acts. A being shrouded under a deep layer of insecurities.
On most daylights it's a facade trying to act normal amidst the uncomfortably comforting crowd. With fading light the facade begins to thin, nights usually lonesome,sing ballads of freedom though soon over joy conquers the light, again.
It's almost like a birth and death with every single dawn and dusk.
On some days ,I find myself laying in peace,at no harm. No motion declares an unprepared battle, No perils reaching high.
Watching sunsets, kissing the wind, singing to hills afar and moving clouds.
On most some days it's a void tune played on loop. A bound and few walls around. Disappearance of almost all emotions.
A shallow of my heart's depth. None it bothers but the very fact of my existence.
A constant question with all false answers.
A philosophy flickering, changing, with every remaking of shades in horizon.
Through seasons,a dead interrogation stands alive.
Through,
Falling of spring it questions my unpleasantly nervous beating of heart,
Harsh summer sun it questions 'The Purpose',
Crying of rain it questions the blurred Wonder of sulking sight,
Arriving of unseen autumn it questions the confused aesthetics of retarded brain,
Cold winter moon it questions the sanity of unapologetically suffocated breathing lungs
here again,
Some seasons pass by like most days
and some days pass by like most seasons
#review
On most daylights it's a facade trying to act normal amidst the uncomfortably comforting crowd. With fading light the facade begins to thin, nights usually lonesome,sing ballads of freedom though soon over joy conquers the light, again.
It's almost like a birth and death with every single dawn and dusk.
On some days ,I find myself laying in peace,at no harm. No motion declares an unprepared battle, No perils reaching high.
Watching sunsets, kissing the wind, singing to hills afar and moving clouds.
On most some days it's a void tune played on loop. A bound and few walls around. Disappearance of almost all emotions.
A shallow of my heart's depth. None it bothers but the very fact of my existence.
A constant question with all false answers.
A philosophy flickering, changing, with every remaking of shades in horizon.
Through seasons,a dead interrogation stands alive.
Through,
Falling of spring it questions my unpleasantly nervous beating of heart,
Harsh summer sun it questions 'The Purpose',
Crying of rain it questions the blurred Wonder of sulking sight,
Arriving of unseen autumn it questions the confused aesthetics of retarded brain,
Cold winter moon it questions the sanity of unapologetically suffocated breathing lungs
here again,
Some seasons pass by like most days
and some days pass by like most seasons
#review
On most days ,I find myself miserable of my acts. A being shrouded under a deep layer of insecurities.
On most daylights it's a facade trying to act normal amidst the uncomfortably comforting crowd. With fading light the facade begins to thin, nights usually lonesome,sing ballads of freedom though soon over joy conquers the light, again.
It's almost like a birth and death with every single dawn and dusk.
On some days ,I find myself laying in peace,at no harm. No motion declares an unprepared battle, No perils reaching high.
Watching sunsets, kissing the wind, singing to hills afar and moving clouds.
On most some days it's a void tune played on loop. A bound and few walls around. Disappearance of almost all emotions.
A shallow of my heart's depth. None it bothers but the very fact of my existence.
A constant question with all false answers.
A philosophy flickering, changing, with every remaking of shades in horizon.
Through seasons,a dead interrogation stands alive.
Through,
Falling of spring it questions my unpleasantly nervous beating of heart,
Harsh summer sun it questions 'The Purpose',
Crying of rain it questions the blurred Wonder of sulking sight,
Arriving of unseen autumn it questions the confused aesthetics of retarded brain,
Cold winter moon it questions the sanity of unapologetically suffocated breathing lungs
here again,
Some seasons pass by like most days
and some days pass by like most seasons
#review
#writeup
#sans
On most daylights it's a facade trying to act normal amidst the uncomfortably comforting crowd. With fading light the facade begins to thin, nights usually lonesome,sing ballads of freedom though soon over joy conquers the light, again.
It's almost like a birth and death with every single dawn and dusk.
On some days ,I find myself laying in peace,at no harm. No motion declares an unprepared battle, No perils reaching high.
Watching sunsets, kissing the wind, singing to hills afar and moving clouds.
On most some days it's a void tune played on loop. A bound and few walls around. Disappearance of almost all emotions.
A shallow of my heart's depth. None it bothers but the very fact of my existence.
A constant question with all false answers.
A philosophy flickering, changing, with every remaking of shades in horizon.
Through seasons,a dead interrogation stands alive.
Through,
Falling of spring it questions my unpleasantly nervous beating of heart,
Harsh summer sun it questions 'The Purpose',
Crying of rain it questions the blurred Wonder of sulking sight,
Arriving of unseen autumn it questions the confused aesthetics of retarded brain,
Cold winter moon it questions the sanity of unapologetically suffocated breathing lungs
here again,
Some seasons pass by like most days
and some days pass by like most seasons
#review
#writeup
#sans
Title:Let me pass
Crush my heart like a piece of glass,
Break me into pieces like the very vase,
And darling if that's not what u want,
Then please don't stop me anymore & let me pass.
Let me pass from your damn life,
If I ain't the one of your type,
Why u now holding back on me?
When actually u never wanted me.
Is that some kinda joke or what?
Fuck!!!...it hurts right there a lot.
When u play those dirty mind games,
And when u call me names,
I'm a freaking human being,
Not emotionless like a damn robot.
#review #San #poetry
Crush my heart like a piece of glass,
Break me into pieces like the very vase,
And darling if that's not what u want,
Then please don't stop me anymore & let me pass.
Let me pass from your damn life,
If I ain't the one of your type,
Why u now holding back on me?
When actually u never wanted me.
Is that some kinda joke or what?
Fuck!!!...it hurts right there a lot.
When u play those dirty mind games,
And when u call me names,
I'm a freaking human being,
Not emotionless like a damn robot.
#review #San #poetry
#poetry #review #iwritesometimes
Halo and Horns
She was born as an angel,
But she could never learn to fly,
They snatched one of her wings,
And crushed it right before her eye
They left her miserable,
With fear settling in her bones,
Then one night a devil greeted her,
And gave her one of his horns
So with a horn surfacing off her halo ,
And with half a heart black,
She swore revenge on those who had hurt her,
But her empathy always pushed her back
Hence she is still worthy of an angel,
Her halo surrounded by horn and a wing
But she ain't an angle anymore,
She untied herself from all the strings
Life taught me harsh lessons,
But the best one I know,
Is your halo need wings as well as horns,
Then only you can grow !
~
Halo and Horns
She was born as an angel,
But she could never learn to fly,
They snatched one of her wings,
And crushed it right before her eye
They left her miserable,
With fear settling in her bones,
Then one night a devil greeted her,
And gave her one of his horns
So with a horn surfacing off her halo ,
And with half a heart black,
She swore revenge on those who had hurt her,
But her empathy always pushed her back
Hence she is still worthy of an angel,
Her halo surrounded by horn and a wing
But she ain't an angle anymore,
She untied herself from all the strings
Life taught me harsh lessons,
But the best one I know,
Is your halo need wings as well as horns,
Then only you can grow !
~
iwritesometimes :)#iwritesometimes #review #poetry
Halo and Horns
She was born as an angel,
But she could never learn to fly,
They snatched one of her wings,
And crushed it right before her eye
They left her miserable,
With fear settling in her bones,
Then one night a devil greeted her,
And gave her one of his horns
So with a horn surfacing off her halo ,
And with half a heart black,
She swore revenge on those who had hurt her,
But her empathy always pushed her back
Hence she is still worthy of an angel,
Her halo surrounded by horn and a wing
But she ain't an angle anymore,
She untied herself from all the strings
Life taught me harsh lessons,
But the best one I know,
Is your halo need wings as well as horns,
Then only you can grow !
~
Halo and Horns
She was born as an angel,
But she could never learn to fly,
They snatched one of her wings,
And crushed it right before her eye
They left her miserable,
With fear settling in her bones,
Then one night a devil greeted her,
And gave her one of his horns
So with a horn surfacing off her halo ,
And with half a heart black,
She swore revenge on those who had hurt her,
But her empathy always pushed her back
Hence she is still worthy of an angel,
Her halo surrounded by horn and a wing
But she ain't an angle anymore,
She untied herself from all the strings
Life taught me harsh lessons,
But the best one I know,
Is your halo need wings as well as horns,
Then only you can grow !
~
iwritesometimes :)Life is a poem--
Written in an aesthetic ballad
It tests your toes--
On the highland of--
Iambic Verses
Don't know the ballet?
Just creep on the rhythm of--
Its feet,
For it never alliterates
Nah! You can't dodge its loop
To break its cryptic spell--
You've to sing the Meter--
Up to six--
Where every secret gets a rest
#review #life #Sbh
Written in an aesthetic ballad
It tests your toes--
On the highland of--
Iambic Verses
Don't know the ballet?
Just creep on the rhythm of--
Its feet,
For it never alliterates
Nah! You can't dodge its loop
To break its cryptic spell--
You've to sing the Meter--
Up to six--
Where every secret gets a rest
#review #life #Sbh