Title: Butterfly Fly Today
Butterfly fly today
Haul my dreams and take to the skies
Let the Kingdom High hear my cries
For freedom and success, to rescue me from this languid and desultory existence
Bring me back thy iridescent & multi-hued self
With good luck and great news
To still the agony of my lonely heart
With success and a fresh new start, with freedom from my tessellated past.
Lend me your secret, O my friend
To shed my frightful and friendless form
To break mine cocoon of insecurity and fear
And rise a proud and social butterfly
Beautiful and itinerant, this instant here and the next minute there
Tasting the ambrosia of triumph
From the fragrant blossoms in tranquil fields everywhere
Butterfly fly today!
By
S. SAI RAM KIRAN
#review #poetry #SaiRamKiran
Butterfly fly today
Haul my dreams and take to the skies
Let the Kingdom High hear my cries
For freedom and success, to rescue me from this languid and desultory existence
Bring me back thy iridescent & multi-hued self
With good luck and great news
To still the agony of my lonely heart
With success and a fresh new start, with freedom from my tessellated past.
Lend me your secret, O my friend
To shed my frightful and friendless form
To break mine cocoon of insecurity and fear
And rise a proud and social butterfly
Beautiful and itinerant, this instant here and the next minute there
Tasting the ambrosia of triumph
From the fragrant blossoms in tranquil fields everywhere
Butterfly fly today!
By
S. SAI RAM KIRAN
#review #poetry #SaiRamKiran
My moon you may still be,
As yours I had once upon a time been!
My long past, mistakes done fast,
Darken your mood, so you need no repast!
You dull your ears and so you don't hear,
My cries for you to come back to me dear!
My regret, darkens your heart amok
As you gaze into it round-the-clock!!
Give me a break and let me be near
Never shall I give you, a chance to shed even one more tear!
#wca #wcpp #poetry #SaiRamKiran #review
As yours I had once upon a time been!
My long past, mistakes done fast,
Darken your mood, so you need no repast!
You dull your ears and so you don't hear,
My cries for you to come back to me dear!
My regret, darkens your heart amok
As you gaze into it round-the-clock!!
Give me a break and let me be near
Never shall I give you, a chance to shed even one more tear!
#wca #wcpp #poetry #SaiRamKiran #review
What are teenagers?
Hormone driven daredevils who feel invincible and are arrogant in their infallibility. They are a work in progress that drive parents to digress, stress and a multitude of bad press!
#wisdom #review #SaiRamKiran
Hormone driven daredevils who feel invincible and are arrogant in their infallibility. They are a work in progress that drive parents to digress, stress and a multitude of bad press!
#wisdom #review #SaiRamKiran
Title: To Ballet Till I Fly
Hair up, tied tight in a knot
Brisk is my walk till I get to my favourite dancing spot
Last I may be, to be chosen to become the prima ballerina
But doubtless and for sure is my show to take me to far off Burma
I may not tango my way to Argentina
Still, a pas de deux with my love is enough to pull me out of this trauma
To Egypt, I may never go
Because my tutu may not really be welcome there, even though I am a pro
"Bravo! Bravo!," the audience bellows
As my whole corps de ballet twirls with the grace of swallows!
Dancing is all I ever wanted,
Pirouetting my way to the life for which I panted
With every dawn, my shadow, in the form of a Bras en couronne
Gives wings to my dream to perform until exhaustion lays me prone
#wca #wcpp #poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Hair up, tied tight in a knot
Brisk is my walk till I get to my favourite dancing spot
Last I may be, to be chosen to become the prima ballerina
But doubtless and for sure is my show to take me to far off Burma
I may not tango my way to Argentina
Still, a pas de deux with my love is enough to pull me out of this trauma
To Egypt, I may never go
Because my tutu may not really be welcome there, even though I am a pro
"Bravo! Bravo!," the audience bellows
As my whole corps de ballet twirls with the grace of swallows!
Dancing is all I ever wanted,
Pirouetting my way to the life for which I panted
With every dawn, my shadow, in the form of a Bras en couronne
Gives wings to my dream to perform until exhaustion lays me prone
#wca #wcpp #poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Title: About Hunches/Gut Feelings
When your heart and mind don't mingle,
Trust your gut to get that little tingle,
That will help you get past the trouble,
And pull you out of this great tangle!
#poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
#shortpoetry
When your heart and mind don't mingle,
Trust your gut to get that little tingle,
That will help you get past the trouble,
And pull you out of this great tangle!
#poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
#shortpoetry
#yourreview
A great and skilled attempt at portraying the dichotomy, in life and death, in a war, painting a picture of the mirror opposite outcomes that result from it.
I absolutely loved the rhyming. I felt it was very beautiful and natural.
The Title was very elegant, but I think it didn't fit perfectly, tell me what were your thoughts, what did you mean to convey with the title?
The line "To glimmer and happiness" in the first stanza needs to be changed a bit because you used both positive words, one needs to be negative for the dichotomy to work out, as well as to aptly describe the next stanzas. And "bejeweled" in the last line needs to be changed, because it is used to go with jewels, precious gems and precious stones.
Here are the improvements and additions I suggest to the poem (I am copying your whole poem and editing it to save time)
Here goes:
Title: FATE OF WAR
A beautiful doomsday
Makes its way
To the glimmer and happiness
Of two families’ consciousness
DELIVERING AND SUNDERING HAPPINESS, TO AND FROM, TWO FAMILIES, DIVIDED BY A WAR THAT SEEMED ENDLESS
One’s wife cried till all hell broke loose,
When she saw him after so long, her delight was profuse,
For he was there to wipe her tears away,
He was there for her, there to make a headway,
THEIR ROMANCE, RENDERED QUIESCENT/FORCED INTO AN INTERMISSION, BY THE WAR ACROSS THE BAY
Another’s wife cried, but this time, for truce,
When she saw him after so long, her sorrow was profuse,
For he was there but could not wipe her tears as big as pebbles,
He was lying in a coffin,
BEDECKED IN MEDALS AND RIBBONS, FOR ALL OF HIS FATAL TROUBLES!
#review #poetry #kt #SaiRamKiran
A great and skilled attempt at portraying the dichotomy, in life and death, in a war, painting a picture of the mirror opposite outcomes that result from it.
I absolutely loved the rhyming. I felt it was very beautiful and natural.
The Title was very elegant, but I think it didn't fit perfectly, tell me what were your thoughts, what did you mean to convey with the title?
The line "To glimmer and happiness" in the first stanza needs to be changed a bit because you used both positive words, one needs to be negative for the dichotomy to work out, as well as to aptly describe the next stanzas. And "bejeweled" in the last line needs to be changed, because it is used to go with jewels, precious gems and precious stones.
Here are the improvements and additions I suggest to the poem (I am copying your whole poem and editing it to save time)
Here goes:
Title: FATE OF WAR
A beautiful doomsday
Makes its way
To the glimmer and happiness
Of two families’ consciousness
DELIVERING AND SUNDERING HAPPINESS, TO AND FROM, TWO FAMILIES, DIVIDED BY A WAR THAT SEEMED ENDLESS
One’s wife cried till all hell broke loose,
When she saw him after so long, her delight was profuse,
For he was there to wipe her tears away,
He was there for her, there to make a headway,
THEIR ROMANCE, RENDERED QUIESCENT/FORCED INTO AN INTERMISSION, BY THE WAR ACROSS THE BAY
Another’s wife cried, but this time, for truce,
When she saw him after so long, her sorrow was profuse,
For he was there but could not wipe her tears as big as pebbles,
He was lying in a coffin,
BEDECKED IN MEDALS AND RIBBONS, FOR ALL OF HIS FATAL TROUBLES!
#review #poetry #kt #SaiRamKiran
What are adults?
Title: Adulting - A Study in Adapting to Somersaulting
Adults are great big stress balls of determination,
Always working for betterment in their chosen vocation.
Douchy bosses and bossy spouses, stretching their already painful days into endless frustration,
They often reminisce of their younger selves, and teenage days with a stellar recollection,
When everything used to seem sunshine and rainbows, without the need for any introspection,
And they were free from all these anxieties, just lost in their reflection!
#review #poetry #wisdom #SaiRamKiran
Title: Adulting - A Study in Adapting to Somersaulting
Adults are great big stress balls of determination,
Always working for betterment in their chosen vocation.
Douchy bosses and bossy spouses, stretching their already painful days into endless frustration,
They often reminisce of their younger selves, and teenage days with a stellar recollection,
When everything used to seem sunshine and rainbows, without the need for any introspection,
And they were free from all these anxieties, just lost in their reflection!
#review #poetry #wisdom #SaiRamKiran
Title: Avenging Angel
Authors Note: This short story was written, as my entry submission to take part in the activity on 28th June, 2020. The activity picture is of a small boy sitting on a chain-link fence looking up at a fighter jet in the sky.
In the form of a child, as I see this tool up above me, this fighter jet, the instrument I chose to be the bearer of my wrath, I feel a battle rage taking over my body. A need to destroy anything and everything that was involved in the massacre in which my son was killed.
I am Kirakulariki, a Brihatsuraputra (Brispra for short). We are sons and daughters, born out of the union of Suras (Gods) and Asuras (Daanav). Only the best and noblest of Asura, that they were good enough to be a Sura, if not for the accident of birth that made them Asura, were chosen to mate with the Devas. We were part of a misguided attempt by some gods to reform the Asura, so that peace would prevail upon Earth and mankind would prosper. But, the Asura, who were fit to mate with the Devas were rare indeed, just a handful actually. The gods that started this realized that this was going nowhere and abandoned the idea, and the Brispras already born, as just an experiment gone bad. We were the most classified secret, kept even from the other gods, and because of this we survived. The gods involved all died in the same catastrophe, that led to the gods retreating from Earth to another dimension, while at the same time taking the powers and memories of all the Asura in one go. Asura have lost their identity and became part of mankind, with nothing to distinguish them from humans.
But, we Brispra retained our powers and memories maybe because we were part Sura and so were immune. I have walked this land, since then, taking mates, in the guise of a human, every few centuries, to pass the time and to not be alone. But mostly I have kept away from such relationships because of the pain of loss when they all die while I continue to live, cursed by my damned immortality. This time, I had abstained for seven centuries, but in the end I took a mate again, unable to bear the loneliness. My son, born brought joy to my existence, even though I knew he would die someday. When he wanted to be a soldier, I vehemently disagreed, not wanting him to choose an occupation that could cut short even this little time I had with him. But, he did not heed me, went on to become a soldier, went to the border to defend his nation. And when the Chinese in their quest for regional dominance tried to wrest land from my motherland, my son, a part of the delegation, sent to talk and to claim back land from the Chinese, went unarmed, was massacred along with his comrades, by the Chinese monsters and their disgusting backstabbing attack.
And now,
They shall know my just wrath,
My vengeance, they wrought,
In their arrogance, they sought
To claim our land, they coveted in their every thought!
Never expecting, any major retort!
But in killing my son, they erred, they cannot distort!
With this fighter jet, and my powers conjoined
In an unstoppable onslaught,
I shall kill those cowardly devils that my son fought,
And continue to their leaders, that brought me to this spot!
#review #ShortStory #SaiRamKiran
# Activity Related
Authors Note: This short story was written, as my entry submission to take part in the activity on 28th June, 2020. The activity picture is of a small boy sitting on a chain-link fence looking up at a fighter jet in the sky.
In the form of a child, as I see this tool up above me, this fighter jet, the instrument I chose to be the bearer of my wrath, I feel a battle rage taking over my body. A need to destroy anything and everything that was involved in the massacre in which my son was killed.
I am Kirakulariki, a Brihatsuraputra (Brispra for short). We are sons and daughters, born out of the union of Suras (Gods) and Asuras (Daanav). Only the best and noblest of Asura, that they were good enough to be a Sura, if not for the accident of birth that made them Asura, were chosen to mate with the Devas. We were part of a misguided attempt by some gods to reform the Asura, so that peace would prevail upon Earth and mankind would prosper. But, the Asura, who were fit to mate with the Devas were rare indeed, just a handful actually. The gods that started this realized that this was going nowhere and abandoned the idea, and the Brispras already born, as just an experiment gone bad. We were the most classified secret, kept even from the other gods, and because of this we survived. The gods involved all died in the same catastrophe, that led to the gods retreating from Earth to another dimension, while at the same time taking the powers and memories of all the Asura in one go. Asura have lost their identity and became part of mankind, with nothing to distinguish them from humans.
But, we Brispra retained our powers and memories maybe because we were part Sura and so were immune. I have walked this land, since then, taking mates, in the guise of a human, every few centuries, to pass the time and to not be alone. But mostly I have kept away from such relationships because of the pain of loss when they all die while I continue to live, cursed by my damned immortality. This time, I had abstained for seven centuries, but in the end I took a mate again, unable to bear the loneliness. My son, born brought joy to my existence, even though I knew he would die someday. When he wanted to be a soldier, I vehemently disagreed, not wanting him to choose an occupation that could cut short even this little time I had with him. But, he did not heed me, went on to become a soldier, went to the border to defend his nation. And when the Chinese in their quest for regional dominance tried to wrest land from my motherland, my son, a part of the delegation, sent to talk and to claim back land from the Chinese, went unarmed, was massacred along with his comrades, by the Chinese monsters and their disgusting backstabbing attack.
And now,
They shall know my just wrath,
My vengeance, they wrought,
In their arrogance, they sought
To claim our land, they coveted in their every thought!
Never expecting, any major retort!
But in killing my son, they erred, they cannot distort!
With this fighter jet, and my powers conjoined
In an unstoppable onslaught,
I shall kill those cowardly devils that my son fought,
And continue to their leaders, that brought me to this spot!
#review #ShortStory #SaiRamKiran
# Activity Related
Title: Just Another Thunderstorm
Helpless I may be, to stop this thunderstorm,
One obstacle after another, that is just my life's norm!
Will is my umbrella, that shall keep me from being drenched in this rain,
Until this pitter patter can do nothing but go down the drain!
It cannot take away, all that I cherish!
I shall keep my strength until this storm itself shall perish!
#wca #wcp #poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Helpless I may be, to stop this thunderstorm,
One obstacle after another, that is just my life's norm!
Will is my umbrella, that shall keep me from being drenched in this rain,
Until this pitter patter can do nothing but go down the drain!
It cannot take away, all that I cherish!
I shall keep my strength until this storm itself shall perish!
#wca #wcp #poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Author's note: The above poem is my submission to the activity and so I had to cut it short to keep to the word limit. Find below, the full poem, if you are interested:
Title: Just Another Thunderstorm
Helpless I may be, to stop this thunderstorm,
One obstacle after another, that is just my life's norm!
Will is my umbrella, that shall keep me from being drenched in this rain,
Until this pitter patter can do nothing but go down the drain!
I shall fight this as I have, all that had tried to do me harm
And when the water gets high enough to drown,
Then too I shall swim against the waves of damn, till I find a platform,
To hold onto until I get back to my fighting form!
It cannot take away, all that I cherish!
I shall keep my strength until this storm itself shall perish!
#poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Title: Just Another Thunderstorm
Helpless I may be, to stop this thunderstorm,
One obstacle after another, that is just my life's norm!
Will is my umbrella, that shall keep me from being drenched in this rain,
Until this pitter patter can do nothing but go down the drain!
I shall fight this as I have, all that had tried to do me harm
And when the water gets high enough to drown,
Then too I shall swim against the waves of damn, till I find a platform,
To hold onto until I get back to my fighting form!
It cannot take away, all that I cherish!
I shall keep my strength until this storm itself shall perish!
#poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Author's Note: The below poem came from a conversation I had with my friend.
My Friend: You write about such random topics. Can you write a poem about what kind of life partner you want?
Me: I'll try!
And so that's how I got to write this. A quick composition. Incomplete. With just a few points. And if it reads like a matrimonial ad or seems too gauche or icky, I'm sorry😅. Hope you like it!
Title: SoulMate
I just want a simple girl,
Without a fancy twirl, Or a condescending smirk making her lips curl.
Just a little common sense,
And a touch of benevolence.
Her kindness giving her a glowing radiance!
An intelligence that lights her eyes with knowledge,
But not everything is as she thinks, she must acknowledge.
Should love my parents like her own,
Her old family, she needn't abandon or disown.
Fair skin is not all that great I opine,
Isn't gorgeous chocolate skin as tempting as fine wine!
Her past is not at all a problem, she needn't play possum,
For our future to be awesome and our love to blossom!
A magnetic attraction and the thrill of bated anticipation,
Once our eyes meet, after an initial attempt of repression,
Of the inescapable emotions, ranging from hesitation,
To a long awaited internal celebration!
At finally finding the one who moves me to action.
Lest I lose, all meaning to my life, the pain, beyond reason!
Unless I make her mine, and never let any argument or commotion,
No matter the seriousness, become anything more than a minor altercation!
Despite disagreement, if she maintains a soft tone,
And doesn't make me feel overthrown,
I'm willing to atone and build her a throne!
A little caring and our hearts, after some baring,
I'm sure will bring us to a new level of sharing.
When we dream for a common future,
And when even a small parting, feels like an endless torture,
That is when I will be able to checkmate,
Fate's cruel game to keep me from my soulmate!
#review #Poetry #SaiRamKiran
My Friend: You write about such random topics. Can you write a poem about what kind of life partner you want?
Me: I'll try!
And so that's how I got to write this. A quick composition. Incomplete. With just a few points. And if it reads like a matrimonial ad or seems too gauche or icky, I'm sorry😅. Hope you like it!
Title: SoulMate
I just want a simple girl,
Without a fancy twirl, Or a condescending smirk making her lips curl.
Just a little common sense,
And a touch of benevolence.
Her kindness giving her a glowing radiance!
An intelligence that lights her eyes with knowledge,
But not everything is as she thinks, she must acknowledge.
Should love my parents like her own,
Her old family, she needn't abandon or disown.
Fair skin is not all that great I opine,
Isn't gorgeous chocolate skin as tempting as fine wine!
Her past is not at all a problem, she needn't play possum,
For our future to be awesome and our love to blossom!
A magnetic attraction and the thrill of bated anticipation,
Once our eyes meet, after an initial attempt of repression,
Of the inescapable emotions, ranging from hesitation,
To a long awaited internal celebration!
At finally finding the one who moves me to action.
Lest I lose, all meaning to my life, the pain, beyond reason!
Unless I make her mine, and never let any argument or commotion,
No matter the seriousness, become anything more than a minor altercation!
Despite disagreement, if she maintains a soft tone,
And doesn't make me feel overthrown,
I'm willing to atone and build her a throne!
A little caring and our hearts, after some baring,
I'm sure will bring us to a new level of sharing.
When we dream for a common future,
And when even a small parting, feels like an endless torture,
That is when I will be able to checkmate,
Fate's cruel game to keep me from my soulmate!
#review #Poetry #SaiRamKiran
Author's Note: This poem is based on Haritha Senthilkumar's "Need of Roses". All the credit goes to her. I just rewrote it, injecting some of my own emotion and a few lines for better flow and intensification.
Title: Prisoner of Pain/Plea for a Prison Break
It is an era of darkness!
I am confined in this fortress,
Made of agony that drives me to madness,
My tears water the black tree of depression, endless
Till I have no tears left to caress, just a wryness
My fake smiles no longer convincing, because of their dryness
I tried to sink my pain into verses
Hoping for an escape from this illness
But I find no escape from the memories, of the sharpness,
Of your words, that hurt like lashes,
And your face turned granite in its hardness!
Come rescue me from this hell of loneliness,
And take me back into your arms, else I am lifeless!
Because, that is where I belong
Till my body turns to ashes!
#review #poetry #SaiRamKiran
Title: Prisoner of Pain/Plea for a Prison Break
It is an era of darkness!
I am confined in this fortress,
Made of agony that drives me to madness,
My tears water the black tree of depression, endless
Till I have no tears left to caress, just a wryness
My fake smiles no longer convincing, because of their dryness
I tried to sink my pain into verses
Hoping for an escape from this illness
But I find no escape from the memories, of the sharpness,
Of your words, that hurt like lashes,
And your face turned granite in its hardness!
Come rescue me from this hell of loneliness,
And take me back into your arms, else I am lifeless!
Because, that is where I belong
Till my body turns to ashes!
#review #poetry #SaiRamKiran
Title: Time to Meet My Maker, I Guess!
I try to sleep, but there is a creaky voice. As the cool breeze brushes my face, I realise something spooky. Turning around in the direction of the ghastly noise, I find blood trails on the floor. I get up from the bed and carefully move to the switchboard. I try to switch on the light but the power is down. The creepy darkness and the air's chillness, makes me break out in goosebumps. I find my phone on the bed, beside the pillow. I want to switch on the flashlight, but my phone is dead! All the time, I am on the verge of a heart attack expecting a monster to come attack, to decorate the hallways with my blood and have me for a snack. I don't know if the blood belongs to my flatmates or the neighbor's dog that likes to doze in my apartment on a few chosen dates.
I'm sure, what the reason is, for all this, because we were stupid and very remiss. We tried out a ritual earlier in the night from an arcane book of witchcraft and doom that my friend rescued from some footpath vendor, I assume. We were just bored from the forced restrictions of the lockdown and the close down of the party scene in the whole town. We thought that the book was harmless, just the work of some twisted loon, but his writings in the book seemed timeless. We gathered in the hallway and held hands together and chanted the spell that the book quoted. With a twitch of the curtain, I am brought back to the present, where I am forced to choose between walking in the blood or to giving up hopes of living and just wait where I stood. Because if what I suspect is right, and what the book stated was all true, then I may not live past this night. The ritualistic ceremony we conducted last night is supposed to be the harbinger of doom, the bringer of Armageddon by bringing the Satan's minion, the demon Armanistenocepheles and his army of lesser demons and hell hounds, under his dominion, to the living plane and leave them to feast on men's flesh while ripping the soul to take back to their ruler in hell. I hear the scream of pain that seems inhuman and no human throat can sustain. The sound is definitely coming from the other bedroom where my flatmates share the room. Do I try to slip away from the other end of the hallway, or try to go save my friends even if I have to risk becoming prey. As the sounds abruptly end in a final huffing puff, I decide to run and save my skin because the others are already done in. I quickly but silently run into the hallway, and to the door that can save me from death right away. I make it to the door and open it. When I enter the corridor and turn to the steps, I face the biggest dog I've ever seen, it might as well be Cerebrus. I make a twist and run up the stairway, feeling pursuit from the hell hound that I hope to keep at bay. I stumble on the cracked stair on the third floor, take a stumble and fall on the dog, I feel the burn when I tough the dog's skin. I feel the dog straighten and go right for my jugular. When the razor sharp teeth pierce through my neck, I awaken, screaming my head off, loud enough to raise the Kraken that is my neighbor as well as my flat's owner. I feel embarrassed, and make a vow, to never again watch a horror movie at midnight before sleep, that too with my friends in tow! I feel happy that I am alive. Is that a good response, do you think or am I just a fool who should practice nonchalance?
#wca #wcss #ShortStory #review #Horror #SaiRamKiran
I try to sleep, but there is a creaky voice. As the cool breeze brushes my face, I realise something spooky. Turning around in the direction of the ghastly noise, I find blood trails on the floor. I get up from the bed and carefully move to the switchboard. I try to switch on the light but the power is down. The creepy darkness and the air's chillness, makes me break out in goosebumps. I find my phone on the bed, beside the pillow. I want to switch on the flashlight, but my phone is dead! All the time, I am on the verge of a heart attack expecting a monster to come attack, to decorate the hallways with my blood and have me for a snack. I don't know if the blood belongs to my flatmates or the neighbor's dog that likes to doze in my apartment on a few chosen dates.
I'm sure, what the reason is, for all this, because we were stupid and very remiss. We tried out a ritual earlier in the night from an arcane book of witchcraft and doom that my friend rescued from some footpath vendor, I assume. We were just bored from the forced restrictions of the lockdown and the close down of the party scene in the whole town. We thought that the book was harmless, just the work of some twisted loon, but his writings in the book seemed timeless. We gathered in the hallway and held hands together and chanted the spell that the book quoted. With a twitch of the curtain, I am brought back to the present, where I am forced to choose between walking in the blood or to giving up hopes of living and just wait where I stood. Because if what I suspect is right, and what the book stated was all true, then I may not live past this night. The ritualistic ceremony we conducted last night is supposed to be the harbinger of doom, the bringer of Armageddon by bringing the Satan's minion, the demon Armanistenocepheles and his army of lesser demons and hell hounds, under his dominion, to the living plane and leave them to feast on men's flesh while ripping the soul to take back to their ruler in hell. I hear the scream of pain that seems inhuman and no human throat can sustain. The sound is definitely coming from the other bedroom where my flatmates share the room. Do I try to slip away from the other end of the hallway, or try to go save my friends even if I have to risk becoming prey. As the sounds abruptly end in a final huffing puff, I decide to run and save my skin because the others are already done in. I quickly but silently run into the hallway, and to the door that can save me from death right away. I make it to the door and open it. When I enter the corridor and turn to the steps, I face the biggest dog I've ever seen, it might as well be Cerebrus. I make a twist and run up the stairway, feeling pursuit from the hell hound that I hope to keep at bay. I stumble on the cracked stair on the third floor, take a stumble and fall on the dog, I feel the burn when I tough the dog's skin. I feel the dog straighten and go right for my jugular. When the razor sharp teeth pierce through my neck, I awaken, screaming my head off, loud enough to raise the Kraken that is my neighbor as well as my flat's owner. I feel embarrassed, and make a vow, to never again watch a horror movie at midnight before sleep, that too with my friends in tow! I feel happy that I am alive. Is that a good response, do you think or am I just a fool who should practice nonchalance?
#wca #wcss #ShortStory #review #Horror #SaiRamKiran
Character Name: Vlad
Background Story: Vlad had migrated from a remote Russian village to America. He worked various jobs in many of the states and finally settled down as a mecahnic in New York. He has a few distant familial connections to the Russian mafia but stayed on the right side of the law all throughout his life even though he faced several financial difficulties. He has a huge family of children and grandchildren. He had 5 sons and 3 daughters with his wife. All his children are married and they provided him with a veritable army of grandchildren. His wife died of cancer 15 years ago. He built a very respectable and popular chain of mechanic shops over the years and has ended up very wealthy and built his family into a powerful dynasty. But he remained in the old neighborhood, while his children and grandchildren moved to the more luxurious neighborhoods.
Character Traits: A very honest, straightforward guy who takes pride in his integrity. He loves his family and is willing to face anything to see that no difficulty comes near them. He loves the neighborhood kids and playing with babies. He is an eccentric dresser who maintains the attire of a young and dangerous biker, despite his advanced age. He is very stubborn and turns caustic when someone irritates him. He is very healthy.
Present: Vlad is living in the same neighborhood he started out in. His family often visits him and begs him to come live with them but he remains in the neighborhood and intends to stay there till he die. He had turned over control of his mechanic shop chain to his family and is enjoying his retirement. He feels lonely sometimes and misses his wife a lot. He spends his days doing chores around his house, reading books, and advising the young families in the neighborhood. He plays with the children in the neighborhood and makes faces at the babies who had come out in their mothers' arms who had come strolling.
Future: He will die in 2years of a cerebral palsy. Before he dies, he establishes a trust fund to help with higher education costs of the children from the neighborhood. He funds the trust fund with 50% of his wealth and leaves the rest to his family. He is remembered with fondness by the community and is a role model.
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Background Story: Vlad had migrated from a remote Russian village to America. He worked various jobs in many of the states and finally settled down as a mecahnic in New York. He has a few distant familial connections to the Russian mafia but stayed on the right side of the law all throughout his life even though he faced several financial difficulties. He has a huge family of children and grandchildren. He had 5 sons and 3 daughters with his wife. All his children are married and they provided him with a veritable army of grandchildren. His wife died of cancer 15 years ago. He built a very respectable and popular chain of mechanic shops over the years and has ended up very wealthy and built his family into a powerful dynasty. But he remained in the old neighborhood, while his children and grandchildren moved to the more luxurious neighborhoods.
Character Traits: A very honest, straightforward guy who takes pride in his integrity. He loves his family and is willing to face anything to see that no difficulty comes near them. He loves the neighborhood kids and playing with babies. He is an eccentric dresser who maintains the attire of a young and dangerous biker, despite his advanced age. He is very stubborn and turns caustic when someone irritates him. He is very healthy.
Present: Vlad is living in the same neighborhood he started out in. His family often visits him and begs him to come live with them but he remains in the neighborhood and intends to stay there till he die. He had turned over control of his mechanic shop chain to his family and is enjoying his retirement. He feels lonely sometimes and misses his wife a lot. He spends his days doing chores around his house, reading books, and advising the young families in the neighborhood. He plays with the children in the neighborhood and makes faces at the babies who had come out in their mothers' arms who had come strolling.
Future: He will die in 2years of a cerebral palsy. Before he dies, he establishes a trust fund to help with higher education costs of the children from the neighborhood. He funds the trust fund with 50% of his wealth and leaves the rest to his family. He is remembered with fondness by the community and is a role model.
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Title: Heartbreak [Part 1]
Everything was going great,
Our attraction was so intense, I don't inflate
I was in your spell ever since our first date,
I left my first love for you, became an ingrate!
Our chemistry held at bay, my fears that I've gone astray,
You became my addiction, I just didn't need an ashtray,
For you, I lost my way, there's no one I wouldn't betray,
Like my ex, whose love for me you could never portray!
So short was our time together, for so many memories.
Most couples spend lifetimes and still can't compete with our stories,
That can fill up a thousand diaries,
And still leave out a story or two fit for the fairies!
I got so attached to you, it was very subtle,
I didn't notice how close we became, without a preamble.
Just being together made us both tremble!
Your problems became mine, which I then crushed to rubble!
But I paint a pretty picture, disregarding your petty nature;
Yes, you held me in rapture, but continued to smile at every lecher!
You wanted to experience everything, every night a new adventure!
Because you are too stupid to see the big picture!
You think, the truth is just plain negotiation,
Something you paint, according to traction.
But let me tell you, that, my love isn't for auction!
You can't bid for it anyway because your love for me is just fiction!
I'm just a good choice for you to gain as a husband,
Because I don't have a need for contraband.
I know you still kept in touch with every ex boyfriend,
Ready to play with them, though coy you pretend!
Behind my back, you went out with your new 'friends', those scum,
All those second show movies, you kept mum,
Those late night dinners you went to with a hum!
Texting me all along, your duplicity maximum!
You thought I was too traditional,
That I saw your idea of fun to be irrational!
So you went behind my back, for your fun nocturnal,
To enjoy your outings with those guys, sashaying your arsenal!
You thought I would never find out,
You hid your chats from me, all throughout.
But you couldn't fool my instincts which cried out!
And made me see what you were up to, leading to my blowout!
The hell I descended into, when I learnt of your treachery,
I thought it was Cupid, but instead, it was just you practising archery!
With my heart, a willing target, for your lures and your fishery,
Those months of unceasing misery, laid bare my gaucherie!
....to be continued in Part2
[Note: The poem is incomplete. It is continued in Part 2 below. Do check it out!]
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Everything was going great,
Our attraction was so intense, I don't inflate
I was in your spell ever since our first date,
I left my first love for you, became an ingrate!
Our chemistry held at bay, my fears that I've gone astray,
You became my addiction, I just didn't need an ashtray,
For you, I lost my way, there's no one I wouldn't betray,
Like my ex, whose love for me you could never portray!
So short was our time together, for so many memories.
Most couples spend lifetimes and still can't compete with our stories,
That can fill up a thousand diaries,
And still leave out a story or two fit for the fairies!
I got so attached to you, it was very subtle,
I didn't notice how close we became, without a preamble.
Just being together made us both tremble!
Your problems became mine, which I then crushed to rubble!
But I paint a pretty picture, disregarding your petty nature;
Yes, you held me in rapture, but continued to smile at every lecher!
You wanted to experience everything, every night a new adventure!
Because you are too stupid to see the big picture!
You think, the truth is just plain negotiation,
Something you paint, according to traction.
But let me tell you, that, my love isn't for auction!
You can't bid for it anyway because your love for me is just fiction!
I'm just a good choice for you to gain as a husband,
Because I don't have a need for contraband.
I know you still kept in touch with every ex boyfriend,
Ready to play with them, though coy you pretend!
Behind my back, you went out with your new 'friends', those scum,
All those second show movies, you kept mum,
Those late night dinners you went to with a hum!
Texting me all along, your duplicity maximum!
You thought I was too traditional,
That I saw your idea of fun to be irrational!
So you went behind my back, for your fun nocturnal,
To enjoy your outings with those guys, sashaying your arsenal!
You thought I would never find out,
You hid your chats from me, all throughout.
But you couldn't fool my instincts which cried out!
And made me see what you were up to, leading to my blowout!
The hell I descended into, when I learnt of your treachery,
I thought it was Cupid, but instead, it was just you practising archery!
With my heart, a willing target, for your lures and your fishery,
Those months of unceasing misery, laid bare my gaucherie!
....to be continued in Part2
[Note: The poem is incomplete. It is continued in Part 2 below. Do check it out!]
#review #Poetry #SaiRamKiran
Title: HeartBreak [Part 2] (Continuation)
You never imagined my response, or the continued anger,
You thought to placate me, with your crying and words of sugar!
But I've already seen the ugliness behind your mask of langour,
I would have already left you, had I been any stronger!
You pushed me into depression.
I was crying behind all my aggression.
Like a weak fool, I never knew, so quick was the disillusion.
I thought I found my soulmate, can't believe my delusion!
But I have finally pierced the illusion!
And saw your true self, and have arrived at the only solution.
With it, I've reached my final decision!
That I can't spend my life with you, with all this friction.
You can never get back my trust,
And our relationship cannot continue with such distrust
You have lost my respect, and my interest!
And have severed our bond, I'm no longer trussed!
But you treated me like a King, I concede,
Cared for me just like my mom, in that you did succeed!
Full Days and whole weekends, together we taxied,
We were in our very own private world, I fancied!
Don't let these last few months, and all the fighting,
Make you think that my love was fleeting!
Because, the pain I'm suffering, has got me bursting!
I can't hide it, like those chats of flirting, you hid from me by just deleting.
My pain, put me on an unstoppable train.
My anguish, changed me, and my dreams went down the drain!
There is no longer a marriage and a future together, I shall now refrain!
I should have seen all this sooner, because you were always vain!
Without my best friend, I could have easily slit my vein!
He talked me around, without complaining of strain.
Days and nights he spent, to free me from all the pain!
Without my best mate's help, I would have definitely gone insane!
He made me see reason,
That there is a life for me after your treason!
Made me see hope again, with a lot of persuasion.
I shall forever thank him for his intervention!
Yes, I leave, but I do so without regret.
I know, these memories will never abate.
The pain of this loss will definitely negate,
Any happiness I may get at any later date.
I am slowly moving towards light,
Past this dark chapter of my life, that seems ironically bright!
But, I'll probably remember you every twilight!
And dream of our time together, under starlight!
I shall never forget, all your affection,
But, I have made a resolution,
To move on, from this junction.
You can not hold me any longer, as a prisoner to our attraction!
Why couldn't you have been more real?
Why does honesty seem to you, so surreal?
I tried to, but can't get past your betrayal,
And will forever curse fate, for being so cruel!
Friends, you've seen my pain, through love ambrosial.So, give heed to my testimonial,
I warn you not to look for the ideal,
Love is not a deal, just try to find something real
With someone who won't put you through such an ordeal!
#review #poetry #SaiRamKiran
You never imagined my response, or the continued anger,
You thought to placate me, with your crying and words of sugar!
But I've already seen the ugliness behind your mask of langour,
I would have already left you, had I been any stronger!
You pushed me into depression.
I was crying behind all my aggression.
Like a weak fool, I never knew, so quick was the disillusion.
I thought I found my soulmate, can't believe my delusion!
But I have finally pierced the illusion!
And saw your true self, and have arrived at the only solution.
With it, I've reached my final decision!
That I can't spend my life with you, with all this friction.
You can never get back my trust,
And our relationship cannot continue with such distrust
You have lost my respect, and my interest!
And have severed our bond, I'm no longer trussed!
But you treated me like a King, I concede,
Cared for me just like my mom, in that you did succeed!
Full Days and whole weekends, together we taxied,
We were in our very own private world, I fancied!
Don't let these last few months, and all the fighting,
Make you think that my love was fleeting!
Because, the pain I'm suffering, has got me bursting!
I can't hide it, like those chats of flirting, you hid from me by just deleting.
My pain, put me on an unstoppable train.
My anguish, changed me, and my dreams went down the drain!
There is no longer a marriage and a future together, I shall now refrain!
I should have seen all this sooner, because you were always vain!
Without my best friend, I could have easily slit my vein!
He talked me around, without complaining of strain.
Days and nights he spent, to free me from all the pain!
Without my best mate's help, I would have definitely gone insane!
He made me see reason,
That there is a life for me after your treason!
Made me see hope again, with a lot of persuasion.
I shall forever thank him for his intervention!
Yes, I leave, but I do so without regret.
I know, these memories will never abate.
The pain of this loss will definitely negate,
Any happiness I may get at any later date.
I am slowly moving towards light,
Past this dark chapter of my life, that seems ironically bright!
But, I'll probably remember you every twilight!
And dream of our time together, under starlight!
I shall never forget, all your affection,
But, I have made a resolution,
To move on, from this junction.
You can not hold me any longer, as a prisoner to our attraction!
Why couldn't you have been more real?
Why does honesty seem to you, so surreal?
I tried to, but can't get past your betrayal,
And will forever curse fate, for being so cruel!
Friends, you've seen my pain, through love ambrosial.So, give heed to my testimonial,
I warn you not to look for the ideal,
Love is not a deal, just try to find something real
With someone who won't put you through such an ordeal!
#review #poetry #SaiRamKiran