you...
who stood there firm with the mountain breeze
whose chantings echoed through the valleys,
you came down as the summer ended
down the heights, down the slopes
blessing the lands with a melody,
gentle breezes that ran through the streets
gently touching every soul
pure heart that cured all
cross the streets, near the shore
who came from farlands
stood was a stranger, seeking the cure
whose prayers could be heard with eyes closed
#micky
#review
#poetry
who stood there firm with the mountain breeze
whose chantings echoed through the valleys,
you came down as the summer ended
down the heights, down the slopes
blessing the lands with a melody,
gentle breezes that ran through the streets
gently touching every soul
pure heart that cured all
cross the streets, near the shore
who came from farlands
stood was a stranger, seeking the cure
whose prayers could be heard with eyes closed
#micky
#review
#poetry
you...
who stood there firm with the mountain breeze
whose chantings echoed through the valleys,
you came down as the summer ended
down the heights, down the slopes
blessing the lands with a melody,
gentle breezes that ran through the streets
gently touching every soul
pure heart that cured all
cross the streets, near the shore
who came from farlands
stood was a stranger, seeking the cure
whose prayers could be heard with eyes closed
#micky
#review
#poetry
who stood there firm with the mountain breeze
whose chantings echoed through the valleys,
you came down as the summer ended
down the heights, down the slopes
blessing the lands with a melody,
gentle breezes that ran through the streets
gently touching every soul
pure heart that cured all
cross the streets, near the shore
who came from farlands
stood was a stranger, seeking the cure
whose prayers could be heard with eyes closed
#micky
#review
#poetry
“Don’t give up. Don’t give up,” the old man said. His voice seemed to be distant, even though he was much closer to me. The waves came rushing forward, and before they touched our feet, the waves retreated. Life seemed to be going good, and it almost feels like an earthquake now. Not small, but a really bad one.
The man stood opposite to me as if in a nightmare. He caught hold of my hands, “Don’t give up. Don’t give up this soon.” I looked at the man, with eyes filled with tears. The moon, which stayed directly opposite to us, shone in full. Its reflection made the sea shine. It was so real, to be a nightmare.
“Who are you?” I asked him.
“I am the king of this country,” he told me. He had almost white, grey eyelids. His body looked so old, devoid of any flesh. He had some long hairs spurting out of his chin and cheeks, which can’t be called a beard. He was almost bald, and the remaining hair was grown long. I laughed lightly at his response, and I stopped the laughter, understanding that insanity is not something to be laughed at. I stopped, heaving only one puff of air.
“Come. Come with me,” the man said, taking my hand. I followed him to his house. It was so small, I understood that he lived alone.
Thus, my plan to kill myself was aborted. The man’s voice echoed in my mind, like it got strongly registered there. “Don’t give up. Don’t give up.”
#review
#story
The man stood opposite to me as if in a nightmare. He caught hold of my hands, “Don’t give up. Don’t give up this soon.” I looked at the man, with eyes filled with tears. The moon, which stayed directly opposite to us, shone in full. Its reflection made the sea shine. It was so real, to be a nightmare.
“Who are you?” I asked him.
“I am the king of this country,” he told me. He had almost white, grey eyelids. His body looked so old, devoid of any flesh. He had some long hairs spurting out of his chin and cheeks, which can’t be called a beard. He was almost bald, and the remaining hair was grown long. I laughed lightly at his response, and I stopped the laughter, understanding that insanity is not something to be laughed at. I stopped, heaving only one puff of air.
“Come. Come with me,” the man said, taking my hand. I followed him to his house. It was so small, I understood that he lived alone.
Thus, my plan to kill myself was aborted. The man’s voice echoed in my mind, like it got strongly registered there. “Don’t give up. Don’t give up.”
#review
#story
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She glared at me for a moment ‘I am tired, I’ll take the first bus in the morning’ she said still in her indescribable cute miffy anger. My heart was flying inside and though I tried to hide my happiness, but my lips betrayed me beaming a sly grin and my cheeks blushed. I didn’t even try to look at her, I immediately shifted her backpack from my back to my chest, hoped on my bike and started the engine. It was just matter of seconds that my long awaited dream was getting real and I could tell by the heartbeats and the vibration of my chest that my heart was jumping inside the ribs. I eagerly waited for her to sit on my bike, my hands grip on the handles tightened as she stepped her foot on the footrest and my heart started to beat even faster than earlier, is there a speed limit to heart beat? Touch of her hand on my shoulder while she was climbing slowed down my breath a little, my bike felt even lighter from her weight and finally wow! She was on my back seat the only girl I ever desired to be there was finally there.
Fifteen minutes in to the journey leaving my accelerator and I reached to her right hand ‘I am so sorry ammu’ I said once again.
My bike was at idle speed on snake like road passing through light dense forest, the sun was already gone, day light slowly started to fade, amid the cool breeze moonbeams come as whispers of light, a few and far between stars slowly started lighting the sky like sporadic snow-flakes appear still like an old photograph. Feeling the cool wind blow her hair into a tousled mane, like a choreographed blizzard and the ephemeral snit she maintained so far fainted, but now with her arms around my waist, her breasts slightly touching my back, and her head leaning gently on my shoulder she hugged me.
#review
#abitfrommynovel
Fifteen minutes in to the journey leaving my accelerator and I reached to her right hand ‘I am so sorry ammu’ I said once again.
My bike was at idle speed on snake like road passing through light dense forest, the sun was already gone, day light slowly started to fade, amid the cool breeze moonbeams come as whispers of light, a few and far between stars slowly started lighting the sky like sporadic snow-flakes appear still like an old photograph. Feeling the cool wind blow her hair into a tousled mane, like a choreographed blizzard and the ephemeral snit she maintained so far fainted, but now with her arms around my waist, her breasts slightly touching my back, and her head leaning gently on my shoulder she hugged me.
#review
#abitfrommynovel
I find the lost solitary star more refulgent than the easy close glint ones.
It's easy to see things for what they closely appear to be, but I crave to dig behind the skin. I crave to dance inside the rooms behind your voice.
So if you want to show me your world, show me where the lights are dimmer. Show me your twilit. Dawn is too clear not to feel.
#review #amtupu_ #prose
It's easy to see things for what they closely appear to be, but I crave to dig behind the skin. I crave to dance inside the rooms behind your voice.
So if you want to show me your world, show me where the lights are dimmer. Show me your twilit. Dawn is too clear not to feel.
#review #amtupu_ #prose
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THE BEAUTY OF HER BY BISWASWARUP DASH
She is the vivdity of dawn , vision of my reveries , equanimity of evenfall and illusion of my reality.
Her beguiling fishy curved eyes Drowns me in the ocean of her elegance. And her endearing petals that simper Ignites an irresistible spark within me.
Each moment shared with her turns into an artistic memory. Such is her charm even the coldest person turns warm. The touch of the shining sun and the kiss of the nighty moon reveals het fierceness and fragility.
She is a poetry in motion even in chaos, a clear notion. A work of art to behold, a treasure more precious than gold. Whenever I leer at her, everything around gets blurred. Feelings and not lust, but love spirals me into her alluring appeal.
Not the complexion or make-up but the verity in her eyes that spells the beauty of her soul makes her the most beautiful girl.
Someday I wish to tell her my emotions only if she walks down to actuality from my imagination till then let me drink the love-potion, that my mind and heart has made in unison. Look at the beauty in her eyes, A glow that shines like the sunrise. Her smile opens up the cloudy skies, Her laughter delights butterflies.
The ocean greets her as she passes by. Her gorgeous toes leave their mark, saying goodbye. Gentle breeze through her hair, She walks elegantly while astonished eyes all stare. Rosy cheeks cover her face. A flower-child blossoms, kindly accepting embrace. Your lips so soft and red. The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head.
Your beauty so bright and warm, Shinning through the darkest storm. Your eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky. When I stare into them I feel like I am soaring high. My love for you is pure and true. I never stop thinking of you.
The sound of your voice saying I love you makes my heart pound, Because I know my one and only I've truly found. I promise to love you for every moment of forever and when everything else crumbles, I will never.
I am your armor to protect you from harm, Like you are to me, a lucky charm. For you are my heart, my soul. She is a thorn-less rose without compare. She is the love my heart will forever endear.
Words cannot describe your beauty , When I look at you I can't help but stare. Your looks are so precious and rare. You have such gorgeous hair and pout with such a luminous smile , It's just not fair but the beauty you have shall make moon faint.
Your laugh should be illegal because it's too cute. The way you kiss me takes my breath away. Seeing you is the best part of my day. You are so special and I'm glad that I can say you are mine, because when I'm with you I feel extraordinary all of the time.
But you have been for a while. Your eyes pierce in to my soul, Grabbing my heart, Taking complete control, You make it hard to be apart. Your lips tell me what to do I'm under a spell Doing what you tell me to do for you, I fell ... Beautiful on the inside and out for You're the most beautiful girl I know.
#review #poetry
She is the vivdity of dawn , vision of my reveries , equanimity of evenfall and illusion of my reality.
Her beguiling fishy curved eyes Drowns me in the ocean of her elegance. And her endearing petals that simper Ignites an irresistible spark within me.
Each moment shared with her turns into an artistic memory. Such is her charm even the coldest person turns warm. The touch of the shining sun and the kiss of the nighty moon reveals het fierceness and fragility.
She is a poetry in motion even in chaos, a clear notion. A work of art to behold, a treasure more precious than gold. Whenever I leer at her, everything around gets blurred. Feelings and not lust, but love spirals me into her alluring appeal.
Not the complexion or make-up but the verity in her eyes that spells the beauty of her soul makes her the most beautiful girl.
Someday I wish to tell her my emotions only if she walks down to actuality from my imagination till then let me drink the love-potion, that my mind and heart has made in unison. Look at the beauty in her eyes, A glow that shines like the sunrise. Her smile opens up the cloudy skies, Her laughter delights butterflies.
The ocean greets her as she passes by. Her gorgeous toes leave their mark, saying goodbye. Gentle breeze through her hair, She walks elegantly while astonished eyes all stare. Rosy cheeks cover her face. A flower-child blossoms, kindly accepting embrace. Your lips so soft and red. The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head.
Your beauty so bright and warm, Shinning through the darkest storm. Your eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky. When I stare into them I feel like I am soaring high. My love for you is pure and true. I never stop thinking of you.
The sound of your voice saying I love you makes my heart pound, Because I know my one and only I've truly found. I promise to love you for every moment of forever and when everything else crumbles, I will never.
I am your armor to protect you from harm, Like you are to me, a lucky charm. For you are my heart, my soul. She is a thorn-less rose without compare. She is the love my heart will forever endear.
Words cannot describe your beauty , When I look at you I can't help but stare. Your looks are so precious and rare. You have such gorgeous hair and pout with such a luminous smile , It's just not fair but the beauty you have shall make moon faint.
Your laugh should be illegal because it's too cute. The way you kiss me takes my breath away. Seeing you is the best part of my day. You are so special and I'm glad that I can say you are mine, because when I'm with you I feel extraordinary all of the time.
But you have been for a while. Your eyes pierce in to my soul, Grabbing my heart, Taking complete control, You make it hard to be apart. Your lips tell me what to do I'm under a spell Doing what you tell me to do for you, I fell ... Beautiful on the inside and out for You're the most beautiful girl I know.
#review #poetry
THE FRIENDSHIP LETTER FOR MAY 2022
BY BISWASWARUP DASH
They’re the few people who accept silence over conversation.
A relationship like this denies silly promises and persuasion.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
They’re the ones that guide you through when fate takes a turn. Fights, small and large, end in forgiveness, never a burn.
I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. I watered it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles with soft deceitful wiles.
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned, In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green
You don’t feel the need to second guess thoughts or measure words.
Their love comes in wholes, not halves, not thirds and it grew both day and night, till it bore an apple bright. My foe beheld it shine and he knew that it was mine and into my garden stole, When the night had veiled the pole; Ah! Yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure no pace perceived; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Has motion, and mine eye may be deceived for fear of which, hear this thou age unbarred:
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead in the morning glad I see , My foe outstretched beneath the tree. You forget about first impressions and the feelings they brought.
I hold no dream of fortune vast, nor seek undying fame. I do not ask when life is past that many know my name. I may not own the skill to rise to glory’s topmost height nor win a place among the wise but I can keep the right. You’re grateful for who they are and you forgive me for what they’re not.
I don’t think you will ever fully understand how you’ve touched my life , made me who I am.
I don’t think you could ever know , just how truly special you are that even on the darkest nights , You are my brightest star. If you’re feeling down; turn your frown upside down.
You’ve allowed me to experience something very hard to find, unconditional love that exists in my body, soul, and mind. I don’t think you could ever feel all the love I have to give and I’m sure you’ll never realize you’ve been my will to live.
Without you I don’t know where I’d be. Having you in my life
completes and fulfills every part of me. Put a smile on your face; take the world in your embrace.
You came as a ray of light made my life cheerful and bright showering your affection over me so that my face was full of glee. Ask for a little help from the man up above.
Taking away my complete loneliness giving me back all the happiness with a Midas touch of your care to keep me away from despair.
I’ll never leave you midway and tales of our bond people will say , remember you have your best friend’s love.
#review #poetry
BY BISWASWARUP DASH
They’re the few people who accept silence over conversation.
A relationship like this denies silly promises and persuasion.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
They’re the ones that guide you through when fate takes a turn. Fights, small and large, end in forgiveness, never a burn.
I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. I watered it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles with soft deceitful wiles.
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned, In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green
You don’t feel the need to second guess thoughts or measure words.
Their love comes in wholes, not halves, not thirds and it grew both day and night, till it bore an apple bright. My foe beheld it shine and he knew that it was mine and into my garden stole, When the night had veiled the pole; Ah! Yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure no pace perceived; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Has motion, and mine eye may be deceived for fear of which, hear this thou age unbarred:
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead in the morning glad I see , My foe outstretched beneath the tree. You forget about first impressions and the feelings they brought.
I hold no dream of fortune vast, nor seek undying fame. I do not ask when life is past that many know my name. I may not own the skill to rise to glory’s topmost height nor win a place among the wise but I can keep the right. You’re grateful for who they are and you forgive me for what they’re not.
I don’t think you will ever fully understand how you’ve touched my life , made me who I am.
I don’t think you could ever know , just how truly special you are that even on the darkest nights , You are my brightest star. If you’re feeling down; turn your frown upside down.
You’ve allowed me to experience something very hard to find, unconditional love that exists in my body, soul, and mind. I don’t think you could ever feel all the love I have to give and I’m sure you’ll never realize you’ve been my will to live.
Without you I don’t know where I’d be. Having you in my life
completes and fulfills every part of me. Put a smile on your face; take the world in your embrace.
You came as a ray of light made my life cheerful and bright showering your affection over me so that my face was full of glee. Ask for a little help from the man up above.
Taking away my complete loneliness giving me back all the happiness with a Midas touch of your care to keep me away from despair.
I’ll never leave you midway and tales of our bond people will say , remember you have your best friend’s love.
#review #poetry
Got Falling in love with taking care of myself,
Falling in love to be a new version of myself.
When The Infinite number of thoughts swirled around in the galaxy of my mind,
A question sprung to my mind "am I still real"?
The ecosystem got me to feel The universe inside me is infinite,
to strike me up to not being trapped in the time loop where people Burrowed in a giant puddle of trauma.
It's the high time I fled and left all the problems in a heap behind,
When I was hunted by their words,
haunted by their changing colors, and the dark shadow,
was drowned in their successive sarcasm,
ultimately
these took a shape of a murder knife to kill me,
I flew away like air and raised.
I am the colorful ocean, leaping and wide
Welling and I bear in the tide.
I am a crest of the wave,
And a Thunder deafens the ears,
a Lighting blinds the eyes
The wind cools the field and flesh.
The fog swirled thickly around me when I cling unwaveringly to dreams before it dies
Held fast to dreams For when it fades away from me, broken wings got its place fly to the sky again.
I am still real
I am still here.
Aliya Nahid
#review
Falling in love to be a new version of myself.
When The Infinite number of thoughts swirled around in the galaxy of my mind,
A question sprung to my mind "am I still real"?
The ecosystem got me to feel The universe inside me is infinite,
to strike me up to not being trapped in the time loop where people Burrowed in a giant puddle of trauma.
It's the high time I fled and left all the problems in a heap behind,
When I was hunted by their words,
haunted by their changing colors, and the dark shadow,
was drowned in their successive sarcasm,
ultimately
these took a shape of a murder knife to kill me,
I flew away like air and raised.
I am the colorful ocean, leaping and wide
Welling and I bear in the tide.
I am a crest of the wave,
And a Thunder deafens the ears,
a Lighting blinds the eyes
The wind cools the field and flesh.
The fog swirled thickly around me when I cling unwaveringly to dreams before it dies
Held fast to dreams For when it fades away from me, broken wings got its place fly to the sky again.
I am still real
I am still here.
Aliya Nahid
#review
Weekend
Let's begin,
Feet on feet
Following each other
Across the room,
Like a fleet
Unrequited and washed up
At shores
Unreachable and silent dead
Now pace up,
Reach my hand
Sigh
And burn
With violent fumes,
Find me a blink away
In carpeted elevators
Locked
In gaze
Finally,
Race me to the longest yard
At 3
Past midnight,
Rest on this hammock
Of tacit fears
And inhibitions,
Ask me
If I know myself,
I'll pause
And say
More each day
When I'm with you.
#review #poetry #ap
Let's begin,
Feet on feet
Following each other
Across the room,
Like a fleet
Unrequited and washed up
At shores
Unreachable and silent dead
Now pace up,
Reach my hand
Sigh
And burn
With violent fumes,
Find me a blink away
In carpeted elevators
Locked
In gaze
Finally,
Race me to the longest yard
At 3
Past midnight,
Rest on this hammock
Of tacit fears
And inhibitions,
Ask me
If I know myself,
I'll pause
And say
More each day
When I'm with you.
#review #poetry #ap
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Even now I am fighting with machines. And things were going to get easier. Automation is the God that will free itself, and God only knows what will happen to the rest of us. I don’t think it will be a soft landing. The best hope is lobotomisation, and I hope I will be the first one in line...
Unless...
Do you want to fight it?
Are you nuts?
Because that will go well, won't it. The whole world collapsing on itself. The giant cluster-fuck of nuclear weapons, quantum computers, and twitter-hate. That's the dream, isn't it? We emerge from the bunkers, the smart few who distrusted everything and everyone. After years of eating tinned baked beans, we come up to the earth's sandy crust. We can start afresh. A brand new page. Let me make the first toast with our radiated water filled with rat shit. Thinking about it, it may actually happen but in reverse order.
I don't see any winners if that's the outcome at the end of all this.
It's impossible to not think about the world ending. Thinking about surviving it is worse. It disconnects from the present in all forms. I can see the appeal of already living in the imaginary future. We've done it for centuries, haven't we? The body is sinful, so there is a heaven where the soul can be free of the impurity of being. Life-deniers. Can't deal with life as it is, so something beyond our senses had to be deviously concocted in the minds of the holy men. There is no life now, there is the afterlife as the only true life worth thinking about...
But, anyway, not today, brain.
Not...
To...
Day...
Today is not the day.
Today I have convinced myself that things aren’t that bad. And even if they are, it won’t matter to me at all. Why should it? I can’t do anything about it. And who would want to? At least we can fantasise that we could own the world if it all went wrong because the chances are most of us won’t live long enough to even test that theory. By then we'll be gone, pulverised by the crushing streamlined processes of the bureaucratic unfreedom. And we bitch about it all the time too.
I mean, I do. Most of the people participating in it seem to as well. Because what’s the alternative? What else would you have done? Isn’t that the reason why we vote for some fuckers to make the decisions about what’s best for us anyway? This is as good as it gets. So, you and me… we better get over ourselves.
I am working on it.
I am working on it as I write this.
I will press the submit button again and see if God has changed their mind.
#review #poetry #prose
Unless...
Do you want to fight it?
Are you nuts?
Because that will go well, won't it. The whole world collapsing on itself. The giant cluster-fuck of nuclear weapons, quantum computers, and twitter-hate. That's the dream, isn't it? We emerge from the bunkers, the smart few who distrusted everything and everyone. After years of eating tinned baked beans, we come up to the earth's sandy crust. We can start afresh. A brand new page. Let me make the first toast with our radiated water filled with rat shit. Thinking about it, it may actually happen but in reverse order.
I don't see any winners if that's the outcome at the end of all this.
It's impossible to not think about the world ending. Thinking about surviving it is worse. It disconnects from the present in all forms. I can see the appeal of already living in the imaginary future. We've done it for centuries, haven't we? The body is sinful, so there is a heaven where the soul can be free of the impurity of being. Life-deniers. Can't deal with life as it is, so something beyond our senses had to be deviously concocted in the minds of the holy men. There is no life now, there is the afterlife as the only true life worth thinking about...
But, anyway, not today, brain.
Not...
To...
Day...
Today is not the day.
Today I have convinced myself that things aren’t that bad. And even if they are, it won’t matter to me at all. Why should it? I can’t do anything about it. And who would want to? At least we can fantasise that we could own the world if it all went wrong because the chances are most of us won’t live long enough to even test that theory. By then we'll be gone, pulverised by the crushing streamlined processes of the bureaucratic unfreedom. And we bitch about it all the time too.
I mean, I do. Most of the people participating in it seem to as well. Because what’s the alternative? What else would you have done? Isn’t that the reason why we vote for some fuckers to make the decisions about what’s best for us anyway? This is as good as it gets. So, you and me… we better get over ourselves.
I am working on it.
I am working on it as I write this.
I will press the submit button again and see if God has changed their mind.
#review #poetry #prose
"It's 10 PM,Do you want to walk me home?" He asked.
"Are you afraid to walk alone?" She replied.
"No one is alone after talking with a beautiful girl," He answered.
"How come?" She questioned with known eagerness.
"Thoughts occupy the fragrance of smile, nose smells beauty, eyes see wonders and tongue starts to speak never heard poetical lines"
"Hey, stop flirting.I will walk with you," she said cutely.
"We already reached the destination," He replied.
"Now, do you want to walk me home?" Craziness came out of her words.
"Of course!!! " He answered with a sense of bliss.
Both smiled.
The same thing continued for the next few hours.
"It's a boon to love and to be in love"
#review
#story
#auri
"Are you afraid to walk alone?" She replied.
"No one is alone after talking with a beautiful girl," He answered.
"How come?" She questioned with known eagerness.
"Thoughts occupy the fragrance of smile, nose smells beauty, eyes see wonders and tongue starts to speak never heard poetical lines"
"Hey, stop flirting.I will walk with you," she said cutely.
"We already reached the destination," He replied.
"Now, do you want to walk me home?" Craziness came out of her words.
"Of course!!! " He answered with a sense of bliss.
Both smiled.
The same thing continued for the next few hours.
"It's a boon to love and to be in love"
#review
#story
#auri
Coming into my life
Talking for long in midnights
I kept my feelings hidden from you
Waiting for the apparent time to propose you
But you already had someone in your heart
In your life, I wasn't going to play any part
That fake friendship has reached its destination
And your real face is out with real intentions
Your intentions were clear and I misunderstood them
I fall for you, don't know how and when?
All those moments of teasing each other
Showing solace and caring for each another
I was clear with my thoughts about you
And you showed colours which were true
That forged friendship has reached its destination
And your real face is out with real intentions
No one can return those years spent for you
No one can return the efforts I made for you
My exhilaration to meet you reaching the clouds
Even almighty was glad up in the clouds
Every rain witness my thoughts about an amorous ride
I took the long way to drop you and spent some more time
But that friendship was fictitious and it's reached its destination
And your real face is out with real intentions
I wore your favourite colour just to impress you
I followed the safe path to drop you just to protect you
My eye lashes to witness the wish I yearn for
The dark circles witness the sleepless nights I was awake for
My sweat witnessed the time I ran after you
My jean witness the first and last gift I got from you
But that friendship was counterfeit and it's reached its destination
And your real face is out with real intentions
My eyes shed tears while remembering you
I can't date anyone, cannot love someone more than you
What person have I become?
I regret the time which has come.
That fake friendship has reached its destination
And your real face is out with real intentions
You have forgotten those days when I used to drop you at your place
You have forgotten those days when I used to spend my pocket money on your birthdays
In my every prayer, I asked for you
Every beat of my heart beats for you
But that all was bogus and has reached its destination
And your real face is out with real intentions
Today you are holding someone's hand and going to be his bride now
I wish and pray you to keep that you sow
He will also leave you as you left me long ago
You may marry him, but won't be able to fulfill its woe
Karma is a bitch you know that right?
Now your time to take its ride
Our friendship and my heart were broken that day
When you posted your Instagram story and tagged him as your bae.
Now my eyes are dry and there is no teary rain
My heart is no more working and all the decisions, I am taking from my brain
I will get someone better who can hold my hand
Unlike you, who follow the brand
I wish and pray from the depth of my heart
You won't be happy I pray from my heart
Your betrayal made me realize
We weren't meant to be together, I don't want to meet you not even in paradise
#review
#poetry
#auri
Talking for long in midnights
I kept my feelings hidden from you
Waiting for the apparent time to propose you
But you already had someone in your heart
In your life, I wasn't going to play any part
That fake friendship has reached its destination
And your real face is out with real intentions
Your intentions were clear and I misunderstood them
I fall for you, don't know how and when?
All those moments of teasing each other
Showing solace and caring for each another
I was clear with my thoughts about you
And you showed colours which were true
That forged friendship has reached its destination
And your real face is out with real intentions
No one can return those years spent for you
No one can return the efforts I made for you
My exhilaration to meet you reaching the clouds
Even almighty was glad up in the clouds
Every rain witness my thoughts about an amorous ride
I took the long way to drop you and spent some more time
But that friendship was fictitious and it's reached its destination
And your real face is out with real intentions
I wore your favourite colour just to impress you
I followed the safe path to drop you just to protect you
My eye lashes to witness the wish I yearn for
The dark circles witness the sleepless nights I was awake for
My sweat witnessed the time I ran after you
My jean witness the first and last gift I got from you
But that friendship was counterfeit and it's reached its destination
And your real face is out with real intentions
My eyes shed tears while remembering you
I can't date anyone, cannot love someone more than you
What person have I become?
I regret the time which has come.
That fake friendship has reached its destination
And your real face is out with real intentions
You have forgotten those days when I used to drop you at your place
You have forgotten those days when I used to spend my pocket money on your birthdays
In my every prayer, I asked for you
Every beat of my heart beats for you
But that all was bogus and has reached its destination
And your real face is out with real intentions
Today you are holding someone's hand and going to be his bride now
I wish and pray you to keep that you sow
He will also leave you as you left me long ago
You may marry him, but won't be able to fulfill its woe
Karma is a bitch you know that right?
Now your time to take its ride
Our friendship and my heart were broken that day
When you posted your Instagram story and tagged him as your bae.
Now my eyes are dry and there is no teary rain
My heart is no more working and all the decisions, I am taking from my brain
I will get someone better who can hold my hand
Unlike you, who follow the brand
I wish and pray from the depth of my heart
You won't be happy I pray from my heart
Your betrayal made me realize
We weren't meant to be together, I don't want to meet you not even in paradise
#review
#poetry
#auri
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Title:- Belonging
I belong to memories and melodies
not to people who think they have authority.
I belong to the days where dark clouds gather
and brew up a storm where I curl up to read with music blasting in my earphones.
I belong to the nights
where there is no moon and the lights are out.
I belong where I can't be seen.
I belong to the foggy mornings of winter
where the cold bites your skin until you go numb
and blurs your vision until I'm separated from the rest of the world
in my safe bubble.
I belong to my songs and stories that make me feel alive.
I belong to the places I have searched by myself
and made a home out of.
I don't belong to people because people come and go
I belong to myself and the things I love.
#review
#poetry
I belong to memories and melodies
not to people who think they have authority.
I belong to the days where dark clouds gather
and brew up a storm where I curl up to read with music blasting in my earphones.
I belong to the nights
where there is no moon and the lights are out.
I belong where I can't be seen.
I belong to the foggy mornings of winter
where the cold bites your skin until you go numb
and blurs your vision until I'm separated from the rest of the world
in my safe bubble.
I belong to my songs and stories that make me feel alive.
I belong to the places I have searched by myself
and made a home out of.
I don't belong to people because people come and go
I belong to myself and the things I love.
#review
#poetry
*No Gold , But A Rich Heart*
Neither I've got gold nor Apple Products , my bad I couldn't afford ,
But destiny had planned something different , wants to send this scholar abroad ;
Neither I've got smart watch nor new sneakers ,
If you underestimate my power , by challenging me , trust me , I'm the game changer ;
Never got a chance to enter KFC or Starbucks ,
Still , everyday , on my door , a new glory knocks ;
Till today , I use the same pencil box , brought by me seven years back ,
But still my pen never stops , my hand powerful enough to compete with time , fastest on the poetry track ;
Never got a wireless headphone , still my ears are sharp ,
Topper of the batch , keen sense of listening , can detect any trap ;
Not having crown of royalty , still my brain working in light speed ,
Curiousity to gain knowledge forever , pen and paper for poems , is all I need ;
Maybe not a millionaire , but rich from my heart's core ,
Tranquil waves worth more than a billion , with me standing on the sea shore ...
#review
#prose
Neither I've got gold nor Apple Products , my bad I couldn't afford ,
But destiny had planned something different , wants to send this scholar abroad ;
Neither I've got smart watch nor new sneakers ,
If you underestimate my power , by challenging me , trust me , I'm the game changer ;
Never got a chance to enter KFC or Starbucks ,
Still , everyday , on my door , a new glory knocks ;
Till today , I use the same pencil box , brought by me seven years back ,
But still my pen never stops , my hand powerful enough to compete with time , fastest on the poetry track ;
Never got a wireless headphone , still my ears are sharp ,
Topper of the batch , keen sense of listening , can detect any trap ;
Not having crown of royalty , still my brain working in light speed ,
Curiousity to gain knowledge forever , pen and paper for poems , is all I need ;
Maybe not a millionaire , but rich from my heart's core ,
Tranquil waves worth more than a billion , with me standing on the sea shore ...
#review
#prose
A Father put his 3 year old daughter to bed, told her a story and
listened to her prayers which ended by saying,
"God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy, God bless Grandma and good-bye Grandpa."
Family joke
The father asked, 'Why did you say good-bye Grandpa?'
The little girl said, "I don't know daddy, it just seemed like the thing to do."
The next day grandpa died.
The father thought it was a strange coincidence.
A few months later the father put the girl to bed and listened to her
prayers which went like this,
"God bless Mommy, God Bless Daddy and good-bye Grandma."
The next day the grandmother died.
"Holy crap" thought the father, "this kid is in contact with the other side."
Several weeks later when the girl was going to bed the dad heard her
say, "God bless Mommy and good-bye Daddy."
He practically went into shock. He couldn't sleep all night and got up
at the crack of dawn to go to his office.
He was nervous as a cat all day, had lunch and watched the clock.. He
figured if he could get by until midnight he would be okay.
He felt safe in the office, so instead of going home at the end of the
day he stayed there, drinking coffee, looking at his watch and jumping
at every sound. Finally midnight arrived; he breathed a sigh of relief
and went home.
When he got home his wife said,
"I've never seen you work so late. What's the matter?"
He said, "I don't want to talk about it, I've just spent the worst day
of my life."
She said, You think you had a bad day, you'll never believe what
happened to me. This morning my boss dropped dead in the middle of a
meeting
#story
#review
#humour
listened to her prayers which ended by saying,
"God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy, God bless Grandma and good-bye Grandpa."
Family joke
The father asked, 'Why did you say good-bye Grandpa?'
The little girl said, "I don't know daddy, it just seemed like the thing to do."
The next day grandpa died.
The father thought it was a strange coincidence.
A few months later the father put the girl to bed and listened to her
prayers which went like this,
"God bless Mommy, God Bless Daddy and good-bye Grandma."
The next day the grandmother died.
"Holy crap" thought the father, "this kid is in contact with the other side."
Several weeks later when the girl was going to bed the dad heard her
say, "God bless Mommy and good-bye Daddy."
He practically went into shock. He couldn't sleep all night and got up
at the crack of dawn to go to his office.
He was nervous as a cat all day, had lunch and watched the clock.. He
figured if he could get by until midnight he would be okay.
He felt safe in the office, so instead of going home at the end of the
day he stayed there, drinking coffee, looking at his watch and jumping
at every sound. Finally midnight arrived; he breathed a sigh of relief
and went home.
When he got home his wife said,
"I've never seen you work so late. What's the matter?"
He said, "I don't want to talk about it, I've just spent the worst day
of my life."
She said, You think you had a bad day, you'll never believe what
happened to me. This morning my boss dropped dead in the middle of a
meeting
#story
#review
#humour
Chapter 1:The cuckoo's nest
The irksome sound coming from someone's radio ,
"it must be morning " i muttered , tho i dont usually wake up this early on a holiday like this ,
so i tried to cover myself in the warmth of blanket but not enough to insulate that annoying noise and so i gave up on my dream.
The sun was dim today quite unusual day for a summer . A strong pingent smell caught my glemse ,
after using my brain and nose i was able to find the cordinates of its origin.
"Its coming from my balcony "i shouted , I jumped out of my blanket and opened the balcony ,
There was a dead cuckoo lying on the floor , might have fallen from its nest .
I usually come to see this cuckoo been feed by a small Canary , that was a quite appealing view to watch or rather entertaining.
The decaying body of cuckoo was alluring alot of bugs and ants, "Someone will live on someone's death" i said on a quavering voice ,
My neighbour was also in his balcony watching that cuckoo's , his balcony was just 1 feet away from mine .
Unlike me his balcony was been decorated with lot of flowers , pot were hanging on the side of his wall.
A green fluffy carpet all over his wall, giving more athestic look to his balcony ,
on the other hand my balcony have alot of poops of the birds which i never bothered to clean ,
a rusty chair which got its rust by weting in the rain , some clothes hanging here and there ,
being just 1 feet away and paying the same rent there was a lot of difference in our balconies , or rather alot of difference in our personality .
He usually come to water his plants tho we never talked before.
After spending few more minutes in balcony gloring the blueness of sky ,
I went back to my room , my stomach was starving by the time ,
I quickly went to check on my fridge for something to eat , even my bad luck is unlucky ,it just contains some rotten yogurts , broken beer bottles , a pouch of sous which is expired , a frozen
fish . I went to my kitchen and found that i was out of instant noodles too.
#review
#novel
#suggestions
The irksome sound coming from someone's radio ,
"it must be morning " i muttered , tho i dont usually wake up this early on a holiday like this ,
so i tried to cover myself in the warmth of blanket but not enough to insulate that annoying noise and so i gave up on my dream.
The sun was dim today quite unusual day for a summer . A strong pingent smell caught my glemse ,
after using my brain and nose i was able to find the cordinates of its origin.
"Its coming from my balcony "i shouted , I jumped out of my blanket and opened the balcony ,
There was a dead cuckoo lying on the floor , might have fallen from its nest .
I usually come to see this cuckoo been feed by a small Canary , that was a quite appealing view to watch or rather entertaining.
The decaying body of cuckoo was alluring alot of bugs and ants, "Someone will live on someone's death" i said on a quavering voice ,
My neighbour was also in his balcony watching that cuckoo's , his balcony was just 1 feet away from mine .
Unlike me his balcony was been decorated with lot of flowers , pot were hanging on the side of his wall.
A green fluffy carpet all over his wall, giving more athestic look to his balcony ,
on the other hand my balcony have alot of poops of the birds which i never bothered to clean ,
a rusty chair which got its rust by weting in the rain , some clothes hanging here and there ,
being just 1 feet away and paying the same rent there was a lot of difference in our balconies , or rather alot of difference in our personality .
He usually come to water his plants tho we never talked before.
After spending few more minutes in balcony gloring the blueness of sky ,
I went back to my room , my stomach was starving by the time ,
I quickly went to check on my fridge for something to eat , even my bad luck is unlucky ,it just contains some rotten yogurts , broken beer bottles , a pouch of sous which is expired , a frozen
fish . I went to my kitchen and found that i was out of instant noodles too.
#review
#novel
#suggestions
STEP 1
randomly comes nothing
you should give your sole entire
It's a game of life
Just give it a good try
Writing calm the sole
Creativity is required
Instead of writting everything
Just go for something
Don't get pressurize
It's a game patience is required
In the end it's you
Who convert everything into new.
Help your pen to impress
The paper with the
Thoughts that you aquire
If anyone finds the message inside, may reply.
#review
#mystery
#ansh2_4
randomly comes nothing
you should give your sole entire
It's a game of life
Just give it a good try
Writing calm the sole
Creativity is required
Instead of writting everything
Just go for something
Don't get pressurize
It's a game patience is required
In the end it's you
Who convert everything into new.
Help your pen to impress
The paper with the
Thoughts that you aquire
If anyone finds the message inside, may reply.
#review
#mystery
#ansh2_4