I dwell in between the sunsets and sunrises,
Strolling in the Cosmos full of perlis and enigmatic choices
Dreaming in colors, Wondering in the horizon of my sky,
Whispering to the clouds bringing me peace and joy.
Living a little more, discerning a little broader,
With fancy hurricane and breathing in glittery odour
Surfing through the Terra firma, Spreading boxes of dancing flora
Splashing glee and love,
Anchoring the craft near a flying cove. #everyone #review #shortpoem
Strolling in the Cosmos full of perlis and enigmatic choices
Dreaming in colors, Wondering in the horizon of my sky,
Whispering to the clouds bringing me peace and joy.
Living a little more, discerning a little broader,
With fancy hurricane and breathing in glittery odour
Surfing through the Terra firma, Spreading boxes of dancing flora
Splashing glee and love,
Anchoring the craft near a flying cove. #everyone #review #shortpoem
Cracks on the surface shifted ground below. It was my free fall.
I fell for you deep,
I dwelled in your heart.
I ran in your nerves,
But you drifted me apart.
It took me days to build that special place,
and now a barran land waiting for hope of rays.
Rain of sorrow I cry,
I delve for the sun, giving up on my try.
Each breath I take is an intense snide,
Get a place for me and my feelings to hide.
Oblivious I am to what's going around,
Every drop of pleasing rain is now an aching sound.
Though it takes time,
But I see that free verse turning into rhyme
And that grey turning into colors,
Colors of hope
Colors of me.
Now i see me breathing, breathing through the cold,
And the ray of light on my skin Shining bold and bright.
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I fell for you deep,
I dwelled in your heart.
I ran in your nerves,
But you drifted me apart.
It took me days to build that special place,
and now a barran land waiting for hope of rays.
Rain of sorrow I cry,
I delve for the sun, giving up on my try.
Each breath I take is an intense snide,
Get a place for me and my feelings to hide.
Oblivious I am to what's going around,
Every drop of pleasing rain is now an aching sound.
Though it takes time,
But I see that free verse turning into rhyme
And that grey turning into colors,
Colors of hope
Colors of me.
Now i see me breathing, breathing through the cold,
And the ray of light on my skin Shining bold and bright.
#everyone #review #poem
Just like a foucault pendulum, oscillating between life and death
Sub conscious wide awake and conscious seems to be dead
Amidst the wave with every increase in its diminishing frequency,
Motion being questioned about its stubborn zeel.
Just like a foucault pendulum, Oscillating... Oscillating...
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Sub conscious wide awake and conscious seems to be dead
Amidst the wave with every increase in its diminishing frequency,
Motion being questioned about its stubborn zeel.
Just like a foucault pendulum, Oscillating... Oscillating...
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A Slave
28 years before Danro's death
The furniture was meticulous. The massive bed, the ebony bedside table, the modern bedside lamps, the electronic curtains, the calm wall paintings, the intense lightings. Anything was within sight under the brightness, and everything was just marvelous. It was a special room.
If a woman was screaming in pain from inside, and if the door and windows were closed, not even the whisper version of the scream would be heard from outside. And that was very important. Every wave of echo should suffocate inside, every wave of shriek must die inside. Everything must be carried out with care, or else the neighbors would hear. Now who would want them involved? Anyone who heard wanted to watch, and it was an unspoken understanding as to what happened to anyone who heard, or watched.
Prashe Cooks had been such a customer to this room. To prove that she had been, one could just go up to her and ask what she knew about it; the proof would be her tears, which would rain the moment she was reminded. No one had ever asked, though. No one knew about the room, except for the customers.
Prashe lay naked on the edge of the massive bed, soaked in tears and sweat... and soon blood—but not yet. Her third visit here, and—boy!—she was panting. Lying supine, her elbows supported her torso, and two tripods stood on either side of her legs. As was the culture, she opened and comfortably propped her legs on each tripods. It was suitable this way.
The door made a key turning sound, clicked, and locked. There. A mark of the start.
Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
A pair of oxfords alternately clicked the floor and stopped between the tripods. Prashe peeked at him for so long as two seconds and turned away, wheezing. Her heart rate climbed, and her lips formed a worried, straight line.
The man (a man?) sat on a swivel chair amid the tripods. His voice was rough and dominant. "Push."
The muscles about her belly and groin suffered. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, and the baby was only starting to stretch her limits. The large baby crumpled her back and abdomen. She felt the heaviness tearing her inside apart as it slowly made its way. It crowded her body and tensed her pipe cruelly. The white blankets reddened to the dripping blood.
"Push."
She obeyed with a shrill, which in the end transformed into an animalistic groan. The pain was too unbearable that she wanted to give up halfway and let it kill her. Then he ordered. When he passed an order, it was to be obeyed.
"Push."
The baby safely slipped out and rested into the man's arms. She felt every muscle on her back and groin sighing, truly grateful of the relief. Under the bright illuminations, her body glistened, sweat dripping from her neck and spine and thighs and calves. Her elbows skidded and her back flattened on the bed.
When her baby began crying somberly, she disregarded the aftermath, tracing the man's arms with her eyes, as he walked across the room. Using his other hand, he unlocked the door. Locked door had a meaning, as did an open door. He then took back his seat, wheeled it away from the tripods, and looked at her baby. The baby was out of her field of vision, covered in blankets.
He caught her eyes fumbling to lay a sight at her child.
"Out."
With an unaffected contempt, she glared at him for a fraction of moment and crawled off the bed, silently weeping. Her legs had no strength left in them, and she could only wend out of the room on all four, like a sad, embarrassed dog with its tail between its legs, a nude mother crawling out as rivulets of blood streamed down her thighs.
But the blood wouldn't leak and kill her; so much had she been promised in the contract.
#kr #review #everyone #shortstoryintro
28 years before Danro's death
The furniture was meticulous. The massive bed, the ebony bedside table, the modern bedside lamps, the electronic curtains, the calm wall paintings, the intense lightings. Anything was within sight under the brightness, and everything was just marvelous. It was a special room.
If a woman was screaming in pain from inside, and if the door and windows were closed, not even the whisper version of the scream would be heard from outside. And that was very important. Every wave of echo should suffocate inside, every wave of shriek must die inside. Everything must be carried out with care, or else the neighbors would hear. Now who would want them involved? Anyone who heard wanted to watch, and it was an unspoken understanding as to what happened to anyone who heard, or watched.
Prashe Cooks had been such a customer to this room. To prove that she had been, one could just go up to her and ask what she knew about it; the proof would be her tears, which would rain the moment she was reminded. No one had ever asked, though. No one knew about the room, except for the customers.
Prashe lay naked on the edge of the massive bed, soaked in tears and sweat... and soon blood—but not yet. Her third visit here, and—boy!—she was panting. Lying supine, her elbows supported her torso, and two tripods stood on either side of her legs. As was the culture, she opened and comfortably propped her legs on each tripods. It was suitable this way.
The door made a key turning sound, clicked, and locked. There. A mark of the start.
Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
A pair of oxfords alternately clicked the floor and stopped between the tripods. Prashe peeked at him for so long as two seconds and turned away, wheezing. Her heart rate climbed, and her lips formed a worried, straight line.
The man (a man?) sat on a swivel chair amid the tripods. His voice was rough and dominant. "Push."
The muscles about her belly and groin suffered. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, and the baby was only starting to stretch her limits. The large baby crumpled her back and abdomen. She felt the heaviness tearing her inside apart as it slowly made its way. It crowded her body and tensed her pipe cruelly. The white blankets reddened to the dripping blood.
"Push."
She obeyed with a shrill, which in the end transformed into an animalistic groan. The pain was too unbearable that she wanted to give up halfway and let it kill her. Then he ordered. When he passed an order, it was to be obeyed.
"Push."
The baby safely slipped out and rested into the man's arms. She felt every muscle on her back and groin sighing, truly grateful of the relief. Under the bright illuminations, her body glistened, sweat dripping from her neck and spine and thighs and calves. Her elbows skidded and her back flattened on the bed.
When her baby began crying somberly, she disregarded the aftermath, tracing the man's arms with her eyes, as he walked across the room. Using his other hand, he unlocked the door. Locked door had a meaning, as did an open door. He then took back his seat, wheeled it away from the tripods, and looked at her baby. The baby was out of her field of vision, covered in blankets.
He caught her eyes fumbling to lay a sight at her child.
"Out."
With an unaffected contempt, she glared at him for a fraction of moment and crawled off the bed, silently weeping. Her legs had no strength left in them, and she could only wend out of the room on all four, like a sad, embarrassed dog with its tail between its legs, a nude mother crawling out as rivulets of blood streamed down her thighs.
But the blood wouldn't leak and kill her; so much had she been promised in the contract.
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My Philosophy For A Happy Life
Well , I'd rather peacefully live and die as a commoner then being a superhero to the world.
The only thing I'd like to do is get the stuff around me in order .No more.
Most would relate it with depression but believe me I'm not in a dark place but the fact is that I know even if I solve infinite problems out of the infinite one's present , there will still be infinite miseries left behind.
Afterall , some infinities are greater than other infinities
So anyway we're all going to fail. So I'll rather die a blissful failure than keep chasing for success.
All we need to understand is
we're all destined to fail until we understand that success is not objective but rather subjective.
A society doesn't need to define success for me. I'll create one for myself.
If we carefully analyse , we all are living in our own parallel universes most of which overlap with each other at some places.
But still my universe is my universe . So I decide the rules with the only universal one being that you only decide rules for your own universe , not for others.
So the rules of my universe state that every participant is a winner.
So everyday I wake up , I win.
Everyday I do an activity , I win .
Everyday I go to sleep , I win.
So yeah , I'm a pretty much a success or a hotshot (as they call it) till now.
The day we understand the fact that the rules we create should only apply on our part of the universe , we'll get rid of all the miseries.
And about the overlapping part , that's where we as a society need to mutually create rules.
The only problem today is people have forgotten the boundaries. The rules which were supposed to stay in our own boundaries are being imposed over others too by the stronger one's.
And when the original owner of that universe tries reinforcing his rules , the mightier one tries to suppress him and that's what leads to violence , miseries and unhappiness.
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Well , I'd rather peacefully live and die as a commoner then being a superhero to the world.
The only thing I'd like to do is get the stuff around me in order .No more.
Most would relate it with depression but believe me I'm not in a dark place but the fact is that I know even if I solve infinite problems out of the infinite one's present , there will still be infinite miseries left behind.
Afterall , some infinities are greater than other infinities
So anyway we're all going to fail. So I'll rather die a blissful failure than keep chasing for success.
All we need to understand is
we're all destined to fail until we understand that success is not objective but rather subjective.
A society doesn't need to define success for me. I'll create one for myself.
If we carefully analyse , we all are living in our own parallel universes most of which overlap with each other at some places.
But still my universe is my universe . So I decide the rules with the only universal one being that you only decide rules for your own universe , not for others.
So the rules of my universe state that every participant is a winner.
So everyday I wake up , I win.
Everyday I do an activity , I win .
Everyday I go to sleep , I win.
So yeah , I'm a pretty much a success or a hotshot (as they call it) till now.
The day we understand the fact that the rules we create should only apply on our part of the universe , we'll get rid of all the miseries.
And about the overlapping part , that's where we as a society need to mutually create rules.
The only problem today is people have forgotten the boundaries. The rules which were supposed to stay in our own boundaries are being imposed over others too by the stronger one's.
And when the original owner of that universe tries reinforcing his rules , the mightier one tries to suppress him and that's what leads to violence , miseries and unhappiness.
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Walking through the lane, sad faces strikes hard on my heart.
Unfavorable conditions have clutched them in a fist.
Nature is working against them.
Those 'Pani puri' stalls, where happiness and excitement were hovering around all night.
Are vanished now.
Vendor's eyes were down, filled with stress, thought to earn for a living, making it more miserable.
Restaurants are empty.
Roads are empty.
Empty road, empty restaurant and the empty ground is not the place, where I desired to spend my life.
My heart sank.
The city, which is known for its festival, glamour, and food.
Has now, lost its charm.
But, the hope for a normal day is still burning in my heart.
Where I would be able to see happy faces, filled restaurants, excited people, and happiness flowing all over the city.
#review #blownguy #everyone
Unfavorable conditions have clutched them in a fist.
Nature is working against them.
Those 'Pani puri' stalls, where happiness and excitement were hovering around all night.
Are vanished now.
Vendor's eyes were down, filled with stress, thought to earn for a living, making it more miserable.
Restaurants are empty.
Roads are empty.
Empty road, empty restaurant and the empty ground is not the place, where I desired to spend my life.
My heart sank.
The city, which is known for its festival, glamour, and food.
Has now, lost its charm.
But, the hope for a normal day is still burning in my heart.
Where I would be able to see happy faces, filled restaurants, excited people, and happiness flowing all over the city.
#review #blownguy #everyone
Becoming “God”.
As I swayed
To the rhythm of dancing words
Sinking in the sands of thoughts
Trying to hold on dearly
To hide all these thoughts in letters
Yes,letters bathed in blood
And as I dipped my stylus in this pool
To be God.
Caught in the turmoil of what’s beneath me
Only to flee into this sanctuary
This of glowing nights
For really these little signs bring life
It’s blood to my thoughts
And skin to my soul
In these words life and death speaks
—the poet’s turmoil
.whosayegat🖤
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#whosayegat🖤
As I swayed
To the rhythm of dancing words
Sinking in the sands of thoughts
Trying to hold on dearly
To hide all these thoughts in letters
Yes,letters bathed in blood
And as I dipped my stylus in this pool
To be God.
Caught in the turmoil of what’s beneath me
Only to flee into this sanctuary
This of glowing nights
For really these little signs bring life
It’s blood to my thoughts
And skin to my soul
In these words life and death speaks
—the poet’s turmoil
.whosayegat🖤
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#everyone
#whosayegat🖤
Behind my Stony DoorsBehind my Stony Doors
I am a man of lies
A man filled with warped truth
I wish to cry
Maybe then I’ll be sure I’m really hurt
Maybe then I’ll be able to see beyond my dark clouds
To see the storm crushing other shores
But I never shed a drop
Like a room with no open doors
I am a closed cannon
Filled with fired balls
I can’t keep them in
Neither can I let them go
For fear of hurting others
I watch as carnage destroys me inside
A deadly yet inevitable ride
Where shall I find a balm for my sores...
-inspo_a.rt
This is something I wrote when I was down.
This (whatever it is)is the first writeup I wrote.
I’ve kept it for close to two years.
I never planned to make it public because of the hurt that birthed it
Buh here I am..sharing it
#review
#everyone
#inspo_art
I am a man of lies
A man filled with warped truth
I wish to cry
Maybe then I’ll be sure I’m really hurt
Maybe then I’ll be able to see beyond my dark clouds
To see the storm crushing other shores
But I never shed a drop
Like a room with no open doors
I am a closed cannon
Filled with fired balls
I can’t keep them in
Neither can I let them go
For fear of hurting others
I watch as carnage destroys me inside
A deadly yet inevitable ride
Where shall I find a balm for my sores...
-inspo_a.rt
This is something I wrote when I was down.
This (whatever it is)is the first writeup I wrote.
I’ve kept it for close to two years.
I never planned to make it public because of the hurt that birthed it
Buh here I am..sharing it
#review
#everyone
#inspo_art
*SUFFERINGS*
I was born with...
Wait! What was I born with?
Yeah, remember, with ADHD.
Well, it's not a superpower;
Rather an utterly unfortunate reason behind all those sufferings;
Mental sufferings I mean!
And physical sometimes,
Due to getting bullied.
It kept me in the deep dark devilish dungeon.
I tried hard to get out of it.
But his soldiers were too strong.
Depression is his most powerful soldier,
Then comes Anxiety right after him.
And comes Confusion,
Furiously running after me.
When Depression gets tired, Anxiety and Forgetfulness takes the lead-
To hunt me, to burn me, to destroy me, to decimate me.
I tried deploying my soldiers.
Medication was one of my powerful soldiers
But alas! He failed to fight!
Though Psychology faught tooth and nail.
He was really brave.
But still ADHD destroyed him too.
~ Abhinaba Dutta😊
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I was born with...
Wait! What was I born with?
Yeah, remember, with ADHD.
Well, it's not a superpower;
Rather an utterly unfortunate reason behind all those sufferings;
Mental sufferings I mean!
And physical sometimes,
Due to getting bullied.
It kept me in the deep dark devilish dungeon.
I tried hard to get out of it.
But his soldiers were too strong.
Depression is his most powerful soldier,
Then comes Anxiety right after him.
And comes Confusion,
Furiously running after me.
When Depression gets tired, Anxiety and Forgetfulness takes the lead-
To hunt me, to burn me, to destroy me, to decimate me.
I tried deploying my soldiers.
Medication was one of my powerful soldiers
But alas! He failed to fight!
Though Psychology faught tooth and nail.
He was really brave.
But still ADHD destroyed him too.
~ Abhinaba Dutta😊
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#kr
#poem
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Fear Works
I see my destination; it's beautiful.
I clearly see my vision; it's incredible.
But which staircase should I take to get there?
Two straircases; I guess I just have to dare.
At a time, you can only take one staircase...
Then that's it for the rest of the phase.
One is right, one is wrong, but which is which?
And after taking one, you cannot switch.
To switch is to quit before learning the truth.
To switch is to kill time, to stop too soon.
I see the top, the dazzling top.
I run up these stairs; I will never stop.
But I don't want to be wrong, or I'll flop.
If the staircase ends halfway and I fall off,
It'll break me—the landing won't be soft.
Lately, my confidence has been stumbling.
For quite a while now, I have been running.
I wonder if this staircase is just a cul-de-sac.
I wonder if I'm wasting life with the wrong track.
The god in my mind speaks to me often.
He makes sure I believe in my only vision.
But I want him to tell me if I'm going right.
Why don't he just sprinkle a little more light?
Going really hard for very long...
Just to discover that you were terribly wrong...
Though, will that be as painful as I think?
Probably yes, I'd shatter on some hard brick.
If I die then, I'd be remembered for trying.
If I don't die, I'd be a bird with broken wings.
I'd be forced to use my legs, the lower limbs.
Falling off has its ironic charms.
Falling off means I now know what harms.
Afterward, only the right staircase remains.
Will the fall consume me or will I step on the staircase?
Fear of falling off has never consumed me,
But fear of staying fallen is ruining me.
If any of the fears win, I become mediocre.
A normal life is too somber for me, too sober.
Well, I have a really good news to this fever.
My deepest and strongest fear is dying mediocre.
I'm not normal. I'm the devil with manners:
I lust with passion, I deceive hours.
I flame in growth, my dreams are fire.
Heart of a person, soul of a monster:
I crunch the minutes, though humble as I tire.
My sins are growing deeper and faster.
I'm too hectic for heaven anyway.
If a dead end is the truth of this staircase,
I'll fall off with a huge smile on my face.
Truly live, or die trying—no other way.
If how great I live doesn't matter,
How long I live doesn't matter.
Breathing is not living, I say.
Bite my teeth and run down the stairway.
All the way through.
All the way through.
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Fear Works
I see my destination; it's beautiful.
I clearly see my vision; it's incredible.
But which staircase should I take to get there?
Two straircases; I guess I just have to dare.
At a time, you can only take one staircase...
Then that's it for the rest of the phase.
One is right, one is wrong, but which is which?
And after taking one, you cannot switch.
To switch is to quit before learning the truth.
To switch is to kill time, to stop too soon.
I see the top, the dazzling top.
I run up these stairs; I will never stop.
But I don't want to be wrong, or I'll flop.
If the staircase ends halfway and I fall off,
It'll break me—the landing won't be soft.
Lately, my confidence has been stumbling.
For quite a while now, I have been running.
I wonder if this staircase is just a cul-de-sac.
I wonder if I'm wasting life with the wrong track.
The god in my mind speaks to me often.
He makes sure I believe in my only vision.
But I want him to tell me if I'm going right.
Why don't he just sprinkle a little more light?
Going really hard for very long...
Just to discover that you were terribly wrong...
Though, will that be as painful as I think?
Probably yes, I'd shatter on some hard brick.
If I die then, I'd be remembered for trying.
If I don't die, I'd be a bird with broken wings.
I'd be forced to use my legs, the lower limbs.
Falling off has its ironic charms.
Falling off means I now know what harms.
Afterward, only the right staircase remains.
Will the fall consume me or will I step on the staircase?
Fear of falling off has never consumed me,
But fear of staying fallen is ruining me.
If any of the fears win, I become mediocre.
A normal life is too somber for me, too sober.
Well, I have a really good news to this fever.
My deepest and strongest fear is dying mediocre.
I'm not normal. I'm the devil with manners:
I lust with passion, I deceive hours.
I flame in growth, my dreams are fire.
Heart of a person, soul of a monster:
I crunch the minutes, though humble as I tire.
My sins are growing deeper and faster.
I'm too hectic for heaven anyway.
If a dead end is the truth of this staircase,
I'll fall off with a huge smile on my face.
Truly live, or die trying—no other way.
If how great I live doesn't matter,
How long I live doesn't matter.
Breathing is not living, I say.
Bite my teeth and run down the stairway.
All the way through.
All the way through.
I'm from charcoal
Nights dont call my dark
Black can't name me wack
Charcoal is my carbon copy
I am a man of sturdy
Son of the old
Granny aged thickly with coal
Source of wealth than crude
My solace lies in the wood
I am dark grey
No matter ticks the clock says
Smokes garnishes my flesh
Black breeze makes me fresh
Dancing flames around cook house
Wingless children sucks aroma like louse
Reddish porridge on the alter of charcoal
Happiness now and beyond control
When you see me in town
Don't say I am a clown
Black made me brown
Now, Age has grown
On the bed of memories
I smile with white tears
Granny's words still glitters
"Charcoal is black not bitter"
Do good;
Charcoal dies with impact
Still nothing can counter
When burnt, No equal barter
I'm from charcoal
Son of the old
I am dark grey
My solace lies in the wood.
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Nights dont call my dark
Black can't name me wack
Charcoal is my carbon copy
I am a man of sturdy
Son of the old
Granny aged thickly with coal
Source of wealth than crude
My solace lies in the wood
I am dark grey
No matter ticks the clock says
Smokes garnishes my flesh
Black breeze makes me fresh
Dancing flames around cook house
Wingless children sucks aroma like louse
Reddish porridge on the alter of charcoal
Happiness now and beyond control
When you see me in town
Don't say I am a clown
Black made me brown
Now, Age has grown
On the bed of memories
I smile with white tears
Granny's words still glitters
"Charcoal is black not bitter"
Do good;
Charcoal dies with impact
Still nothing can counter
When burnt, No equal barter
I'm from charcoal
Son of the old
I am dark grey
My solace lies in the wood.
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#Ayomide
She is fire burning
So is her children
Leaves to ashes turning
She is mother nature
Mother of so many creatures
And also the mother of humans-
Her greatest trust breacher
Birds animal her only preachers
They are the nature's greatest teachers
But it's the humans
Arrogant and ignorant
Stinky, not at all fragrant
Violent, destructive and mind so stagnant.
Man will definitely ruin himself
In a way so shameless and flagrant.
© Abhinaba Dutta
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So is her children
Leaves to ashes turning
She is mother nature
Mother of so many creatures
And also the mother of humans-
Her greatest trust breacher
Birds animal her only preachers
They are the nature's greatest teachers
But it's the humans
Arrogant and ignorant
Stinky, not at all fragrant
Violent, destructive and mind so stagnant.
Man will definitely ruin himself
In a way so shameless and flagrant.
© Abhinaba Dutta
#everyone #review #Abhinabadutta
A Good Night Whisper
I really don't know
where to start
Maybe I'm dumb
or way too smart
I'm not a great artist
if writing's an art
But every line I write
comes straight from my heart
Maybe my words
make no sense
Or they're carefully woven
to keep the suspense
I wanted to write
a piece for you
Something that's pure
and very true
If you're wondering
the reason for all I said
It's to put a smile on the face
of the person going to bed
So now my dear
please sleep tight
After I wish
a final good night.
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I really don't know
where to start
Maybe I'm dumb
or way too smart
I'm not a great artist
if writing's an art
But every line I write
comes straight from my heart
Maybe my words
make no sense
Or they're carefully woven
to keep the suspense
I wanted to write
a piece for you
Something that's pure
and very true
If you're wondering
the reason for all I said
It's to put a smile on the face
of the person going to bed
So now my dear
please sleep tight
After I wish
a final good night.
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Knock knock
please let me in
I said it loud
In order to begin
I was ready to confess
With all my heart
Wrapped in the warmth of
Writing's art
I tried my best
To make a rhyme
But faltered a little
in the initial lines
So I started typing
Lines too easy
Neither so classy
nor too cheesy
But I kept on writing
For long enough
Before finding new words
Became too tough
I finally found
alo lovely wuote to end
And hurriedly pressed
The button 'send'
I expected a reply
Which was gentle and true
Something that would
Contain words of love for me too
Exactly 30 minutes later
The ticks turned blue
Something that was like
My dream come true
But all of a sudden
Your dp was gone
Only after a message
' Shut Up You Moron'
What happened next
Almost anybody can tell
And I heard a deafening sound
My friend's call it my Love's death knell
So in the future
If we meet
Don't mention any of this
I repeat
Neither talk to me
about love
Because I can throw punches
From Right , Centre and Above
#poem #everyone #rvd #review
_~RVD_
please let me in
I said it loud
In order to begin
I was ready to confess
With all my heart
Wrapped in the warmth of
Writing's art
I tried my best
To make a rhyme
But faltered a little
in the initial lines
So I started typing
Lines too easy
Neither so classy
nor too cheesy
But I kept on writing
For long enough
Before finding new words
Became too tough
I finally found
alo lovely wuote to end
And hurriedly pressed
The button 'send'
I expected a reply
Which was gentle and true
Something that would
Contain words of love for me too
Exactly 30 minutes later
The ticks turned blue
Something that was like
My dream come true
But all of a sudden
Your dp was gone
Only after a message
' Shut Up You Moron'
What happened next
Almost anybody can tell
And I heard a deafening sound
My friend's call it my Love's death knell
So in the future
If we meet
Don't mention any of this
I repeat
Neither talk to me
about love
Because I can throw punches
From Right , Centre and Above
#poem #everyone #rvd #review
_~RVD_
Knock knock
please let me in
I said it loud
In order to begin
I was ready to confess
With all my heart
Wrapped in the warmth of
Writing's art
I tried my best
To make a rhyme
But faltered a little
in the initial lines
So I started typing
Lines too easy
Neither so classy
nor too cheesy
But I kept on writing
For long enough
Before finding new words
Became too tough
I finally found
a lovely quote to end
And hurriedly pressed
The button 'send'
I expected a reply
Which was gentle and true
Something that would
Contain words of love for me too
Exactly 30 minutes later
The ticks turned blue
Something that was like
My dream come true
But all of a sudden
Your dp was gone
Only after a message
' Shut Up You Moron'
What happened next
Almost anybody can tell
And I heard a deafening sound
My friend's call it my Love's death knell
So in the future
If we meet
Don't mention any of this
I repeat
Neither talk to me
about love
Because I can throw punches
From Right , Centre and Above
#poem #everyone #rvd #review
_~RVD_
please let me in
I said it loud
In order to begin
I was ready to confess
With all my heart
Wrapped in the warmth of
Writing's art
I tried my best
To make a rhyme
But faltered a little
in the initial lines
So I started typing
Lines too easy
Neither so classy
nor too cheesy
But I kept on writing
For long enough
Before finding new words
Became too tough
I finally found
a lovely quote to end
And hurriedly pressed
The button 'send'
I expected a reply
Which was gentle and true
Something that would
Contain words of love for me too
Exactly 30 minutes later
The ticks turned blue
Something that was like
My dream come true
But all of a sudden
Your dp was gone
Only after a message
' Shut Up You Moron'
What happened next
Almost anybody can tell
And I heard a deafening sound
My friend's call it my Love's death knell
So in the future
If we meet
Don't mention any of this
I repeat
Neither talk to me
about love
Because I can throw punches
From Right , Centre and Above
#poem #everyone #rvd #review
_~RVD_
Method to my madness
Rumbling under the sheets
Finally showing her face
Glaring and seemingly harsh
Lewdly bearing her fangs..
Breathing, sweat spreading
Slithering, choking me tight
Lucid dreams letting loose,
Neon lights in Paradise..
Ecstasy in her words soothe
Hurricanes and I give in
Eyes meet and hands locks
And with a smirk, she conquers
#everyone #review #gop_c #poem
Rumbling under the sheets
Finally showing her face
Glaring and seemingly harsh
Lewdly bearing her fangs..
Breathing, sweat spreading
Slithering, choking me tight
Lucid dreams letting loose,
Neon lights in Paradise..
Ecstasy in her words soothe
Hurricanes and I give in
Eyes meet and hands locks
And with a smirk, she conquers
#everyone #review #gop_c #poem
*Perhaps my soul is dark*
I am drawn into your world
That you so darkly carved
With your emptiness
Perhaps my soul is dark
Perhaps I like black holes
Perhaps I hope to emerge
On the other side as bright
As a brilliant.radiant star
That lights up a million worlds
Im sorry Jasmine
I am drawn to your dark nudity
The poverty of your humanity
Perhaps my soul is dark
Perhaps I like the thorns better
Than the roses and the fragrance
Of blood better than jasmine
Perhaps I want to break through
The darkest night pouring into
A zig zillion shards of light
silently making a new dawn
#review, #RC, #Everyone, #poetry
I am drawn into your world
That you so darkly carved
With your emptiness
Perhaps my soul is dark
Perhaps I like black holes
Perhaps I hope to emerge
On the other side as bright
As a brilliant.radiant star
That lights up a million worlds
Im sorry Jasmine
I am drawn to your dark nudity
The poverty of your humanity
Perhaps my soul is dark
Perhaps I like the thorns better
Than the roses and the fragrance
Of blood better than jasmine
Perhaps I want to break through
The darkest night pouring into
A zig zillion shards of light
silently making a new dawn
#review, #RC, #Everyone, #poetry
*Who Am I*
Ah! This drizzling rain
Those lovely skies
I love it all
I don't know why
These twinkling stars
That lovely moon
I wanna see them
Even in the noon
I wanna run
I wanna fly
Do everything possible
Before I die
That's what a part of me
Always says
The part I wish could
Forever stay
But in this world
That's not the case
Like every coin
I have another face
The one which is scared
The one which is shy
Wanting to be heard
Almost ready to cry
That me doesn't have
A place to go
Neither when I burn
Nor when I glow
I spend nights wondering
Which of them is right
I often put them in a battlefield
But they refuse to fight
So now I'm really confused
I don't know why
All I wanna know is
who am I ..
#review #everyone #poem
Ah! This drizzling rain
Those lovely skies
I love it all
I don't know why
These twinkling stars
That lovely moon
I wanna see them
Even in the noon
I wanna run
I wanna fly
Do everything possible
Before I die
That's what a part of me
Always says
The part I wish could
Forever stay
But in this world
That's not the case
Like every coin
I have another face
The one which is scared
The one which is shy
Wanting to be heard
Almost ready to cry
That me doesn't have
A place to go
Neither when I burn
Nor when I glow
I spend nights wondering
Which of them is right
I often put them in a battlefield
But they refuse to fight
So now I'm really confused
I don't know why
All I wanna know is
who am I ..
#review #everyone #poem
The beau, ignorance.
I knew.
That made me a shitty person
If there was anything that made it unbearable and more hard to overcome than anything, it’s the fact that I knew it was going to happen.
It’s a pity we don’t get to un-know stuff.
Like just trash it.
It felt(no, was )wrong.
Like hoarding the girls lavatory or cyber bullying overweight people because it felt right
Or self-hurting so you can feel anything other than this unimaginable sorrow that was slowly drowning you.
If there was anything that was worse than knowledge, it’ll be passivity, more like apathy.
The fact that you didn’t act.
That I didn’t act
This didn’t feel wrong.
It didn’t feel like anything I have ever felt.
Words can’t quantify how it feels.
Probably, nothing will.
I hope nothing does.
Excerpt from my book, For the Lies that Matter
@whosayegat
#review
#everyone
#excerpts
I knew.
That made me a shitty person
If there was anything that made it unbearable and more hard to overcome than anything, it’s the fact that I knew it was going to happen.
It’s a pity we don’t get to un-know stuff.
Like just trash it.
It felt(no, was )wrong.
Like hoarding the girls lavatory or cyber bullying overweight people because it felt right
Or self-hurting so you can feel anything other than this unimaginable sorrow that was slowly drowning you.
If there was anything that was worse than knowledge, it’ll be passivity, more like apathy.
The fact that you didn’t act.
That I didn’t act
This didn’t feel wrong.
It didn’t feel like anything I have ever felt.
Words can’t quantify how it feels.
Probably, nothing will.
I hope nothing does.
Excerpt from my book, For the Lies that Matter
@whosayegat
#review
#everyone
#excerpts