𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆
𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅,
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒕, 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍.
𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔.
𝑨𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 , 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.
𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒐.
𝑨 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓,
𝑻𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.
𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏.
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𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅,
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒕, 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍.
𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔.
𝑨𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 , 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.
𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒐.
𝑨 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓,
𝑻𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.
𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏.
#review #quote #AG
Fragile was her heart,
For what he topple at,
Saccharine with her voice,
Carrying charishma in her eyes,
Though that was outer appreance where as she was lugubrious from inside,
Eclat on the love feelings sullied over love,
One after another she enjoyed the presence and gifts.
He was in her ex list later where as ,
She got her desire fullfiled,
Scared to fall and trust someone again in love,
He suppressed his feelings.
For next present, next love was blooming,
And it never ended unless the desires were dead.
#ag
#poetry
#everyone
#review
For what he topple at,
Saccharine with her voice,
Carrying charishma in her eyes,
Though that was outer appreance where as she was lugubrious from inside,
Eclat on the love feelings sullied over love,
One after another she enjoyed the presence and gifts.
He was in her ex list later where as ,
She got her desire fullfiled,
Scared to fall and trust someone again in love,
He suppressed his feelings.
For next present, next love was blooming,
And it never ended unless the desires were dead.
#ag
#poetry
#everyone
#review
Though he was cool as cucumber,
She use to be berate him,
Lucid and candid with conversations ,
She replied in livid way,
..
Relationship bit the dust when he said
Good bye with a smile
And she replied
Get lost with a high tone
..
She still searches for his sweet voice,
And in her past she just opened a can of worms.....
#ag
#review
#everyone
#poetry
She use to be berate him,
Lucid and candid with conversations ,
She replied in livid way,
..
Relationship bit the dust when he said
Good bye with a smile
And she replied
Get lost with a high tone
..
She still searches for his sweet voice,
And in her past she just opened a can of worms.....
#ag
#review
#everyone
#poetry
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎,
𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝,
𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜,
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝..
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#ag
#shortstory
𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝,
𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜,
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝..
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#ag
#shortstory
He never expressed,
She demanded expression,
Love started to scatter,
As the drops of water on rainy day.
Hug those droplets and hug your love back,
Express with words or with an act,
Keeping things inside heart is not an art,
Be creative for expressing you loge love being an artist.
#review
#ag
#shortstory
She demanded expression,
Love started to scatter,
As the drops of water on rainy day.
Hug those droplets and hug your love back,
Express with words or with an act,
Keeping things inside heart is not an art,
Be creative for expressing you loge love being an artist.
#review
#ag
#shortstory
A RAPE
One night it heavily rained
He heard a crying , but himself he restrained
Thinking , nothing he could have gained
While she was raped ,in sequence they claimed
Went home ,his family moved happily around
Had laugh with them , and he slept sound
While a foundation was laid for a burial ground
As in the city roamed, unleashed hounds
Next morning , the news spread
A raped girl has been found dead
“Justice” her family pled
As usual the hounds fled.
#ag
#poetry
#review
One night it heavily rained
He heard a crying , but himself he restrained
Thinking , nothing he could have gained
While she was raped ,in sequence they claimed
Went home ,his family moved happily around
Had laugh with them , and he slept sound
While a foundation was laid for a burial ground
As in the city roamed, unleashed hounds
Next morning , the news spread
A raped girl has been found dead
“Justice” her family pled
As usual the hounds fled.
#ag
#poetry
#review
Title- A Melody of Ice and Fire
There is a girl around the corner
Oh! Alas did you notice her
I see fire in her eyes
Oh no ordinary fire
Fire that burned her
Inside out turned her
She survived
For her fire inside
was brighter than that around her
I see blue in her eyes
Her skin is icy cold
So cold , it burns
So empty , it suffocates
For her pain was a crown
And she wore it like a queen
This is her melody of Her ice and fire
Exquisite as she seems
#AG #review #poetry
There is a girl around the corner
Oh! Alas did you notice her
I see fire in her eyes
Oh no ordinary fire
Fire that burned her
Inside out turned her
She survived
For her fire inside
was brighter than that around her
I see blue in her eyes
Her skin is icy cold
So cold , it burns
So empty , it suffocates
For her pain was a crown
And she wore it like a queen
This is her melody of Her ice and fire
Exquisite as she seems
#AG #review #poetry
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Submerging my soul in cavernous despondency,
I was biding my time to abscond from its clenches.
Handling in hand a handful of handy agates,
Wanted to stoop my palmar flexion creases;
Since the deluge of dejections has left my pneuma withered,
Chronometeringly I used to watch the Venus at dusk.
Discerning the uncanny transformation of botolinum into lugduname;
For I cognized that everything which betides has a purpose,
Just like the metaphor exercised here to delineate my metamorphosis.
Cutting to the chase lonely beside the seashore holding few agates sedentary,
Thought of tossing them into the Moana.
Although pleased with the bout ripples somehow,
I'm waiting for the bombora to wallop again!
Unknown whether time has mended my spirit,
Or the clock teached me how to reside in afflictions!
#review #ag #poetry
Submerging my soul in cavernous despondency,
I was biding my time to abscond from its clenches.
Handling in hand a handful of handy agates,
Wanted to stoop my palmar flexion creases;
Since the deluge of dejections has left my pneuma withered,
Chronometeringly I used to watch the Venus at dusk.
Discerning the uncanny transformation of botolinum into lugduname;
For I cognized that everything which betides has a purpose,
Just like the metaphor exercised here to delineate my metamorphosis.
Cutting to the chase lonely beside the seashore holding few agates sedentary,
Thought of tossing them into the Moana.
Although pleased with the bout ripples somehow,
I'm waiting for the bombora to wallop again!
Unknown whether time has mended my spirit,
Or the clock teached me how to reside in afflictions!
#review #ag #poetry
Will it be worth it?
Is it worth it?
I ask myself
Losing me to achieve something
Something temporal
Something material
Do I want it?
My ambition is screaming inside
But, should I leave my spirit behind
My family
My friends
And everything I hold dear
For some far possibility
That it might happen
That I may succeed
That it may be all worth it
Power
Is a dangerous word
It can crumble you from inside
Leaving you still yearning for it
Still not satiated
Will that moment come
When it will all be worth it?
My sacrifice
I will miss myself
The girl I once was
The girl I am leaving behind
What will become of me
I am afraid
Survival
It can be my alibi
For everything I did
How will I live with myself
How will I sleep
Knowing
What I did
What's the point of fighting
When nothing is left in you to fight for.
They say be selfish
They say to not share your academic
To not share knowledge
To not share your weakness
Not even to friends
For you are not smart enough
To discern the true ones
I am afraid
I will loose what we have
Even before it begins
#review #poetry #AG
Is it worth it?
I ask myself
Losing me to achieve something
Something temporal
Something material
Do I want it?
My ambition is screaming inside
But, should I leave my spirit behind
My family
My friends
And everything I hold dear
For some far possibility
That it might happen
That I may succeed
That it may be all worth it
Power
Is a dangerous word
It can crumble you from inside
Leaving you still yearning for it
Still not satiated
Will that moment come
When it will all be worth it?
My sacrifice
I will miss myself
The girl I once was
The girl I am leaving behind
What will become of me
I am afraid
Survival
It can be my alibi
For everything I did
How will I live with myself
How will I sleep
Knowing
What I did
What's the point of fighting
When nothing is left in you to fight for.
They say be selfish
They say to not share your academic
To not share knowledge
To not share your weakness
Not even to friends
For you are not smart enough
To discern the true ones
I am afraid
I will loose what we have
Even before it begins
#review #poetry #AG