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#wcss
#review
#SK
Day 112–February 18th, 2081
Dear Diary, I find it amusing that if you reverse the digits of the year in the date above, you will get my birthday, which is today. My bunker doesn’t have any window, but there are some in the dining hall. It gives a splendid view of the space from the ship. The distance has reduced Earth into a speck. Mars looks much nearer now - a red blot. I wonder if the color of the soil affects our skin tone. If that is so our offspring’s on Mars might have skin tones ranging from Pink to Maroon. Hilarious.
They say that we used Earth’s gravity as a slingshot, else it would have taken more than 300days. But now, around a month more, and HelloooMars. 50yrs of toil, and we did it. The place is livable now, they say–but only in closed crystal semi-spheres.
Thinking about the slingshot, I find it common with the spaceship that I too was thrown out of earth by… by my bitch step mom. I didn’t say to you, but I saw her rutting out to a man in my Dad’s bedroom! Disgusting. I miss you Dad. I wish it was her and you were alive. I think I did the right thing turning her over to the police for adultery. Now thinking about it, I could say I rather threw off myself from Earth. Its days has lessened by another 100 days. A few more 100s and life will be done there. Nobody knows how its magnetic field is vanishing and how with it is vanishing rest of the life forms starting from birds. Ok, now there goes the lunch buzzer. Later then.
N
Nikita closed her diary and left for the mess. She collected her meal and sat in her usual place along with Carl. He was reading a book on biology. It had the author’s photo at the back cover. Nikita’s jaws dropped seeing him. She grabbed the book from Carl. “Hey, manners girl.” He cried.
“Who is he?” asked Nikita, tapping on the photo.
“He is James Salmon,” Carl said. “The famous biologist who made it possible. Because of whom we will live on.” It disappointed him as the fact didn’t light up Nikita’s face, rather it became stiff. He heaved a sigh and picking up the spoon, “But sadly, he was killed the day before we boarded the ship.”
“Killed?”
“Yes, by his wife. Suspected adultery. But it is being now said that there might have been some scam they are brushing it under the carpet. He was a member of the board for Mars Project and took sexual favors for a seat in this ship. One per girl is the rumor.”
Nikita got up with the book in her hand, which slipped out on the way to the window. She placed her hands on it, looking out to the blue dot. Her eyes swelled and tears rolled out, as she whispered Sorry into the vast empty space.
#wcss
#review
#SK
Day 112–February 18th, 2081
Dear Diary, I find it amusing that if you reverse the digits of the year in the date above, you will get my birthday, which is today. My bunker doesn’t have any window, but there are some in the dining hall. It gives a splendid view of the space from the ship. The distance has reduced Earth into a speck. Mars looks much nearer now - a red blot. I wonder if the color of the soil affects our skin tone. If that is so our offspring’s on Mars might have skin tones ranging from Pink to Maroon. Hilarious.
They say that we used Earth’s gravity as a slingshot, else it would have taken more than 300days. But now, around a month more, and HelloooMars. 50yrs of toil, and we did it. The place is livable now, they say–but only in closed crystal semi-spheres.
Thinking about the slingshot, I find it common with the spaceship that I too was thrown out of earth by… by my bitch step mom. I didn’t say to you, but I saw her rutting out to a man in my Dad’s bedroom! Disgusting. I miss you Dad. I wish it was her and you were alive. I think I did the right thing turning her over to the police for adultery. Now thinking about it, I could say I rather threw off myself from Earth. Its days has lessened by another 100 days. A few more 100s and life will be done there. Nobody knows how its magnetic field is vanishing and how with it is vanishing rest of the life forms starting from birds. Ok, now there goes the lunch buzzer. Later then.
N
Nikita closed her diary and left for the mess. She collected her meal and sat in her usual place along with Carl. He was reading a book on biology. It had the author’s photo at the back cover. Nikita’s jaws dropped seeing him. She grabbed the book from Carl. “Hey, manners girl.” He cried.
“Who is he?” asked Nikita, tapping on the photo.
“He is James Salmon,” Carl said. “The famous biologist who made it possible. Because of whom we will live on.” It disappointed him as the fact didn’t light up Nikita’s face, rather it became stiff. He heaved a sigh and picking up the spoon, “But sadly, he was killed the day before we boarded the ship.”
“Killed?”
“Yes, by his wife. Suspected adultery. But it is being now said that there might have been some scam they are brushing it under the carpet. He was a member of the board for Mars Project and took sexual favors for a seat in this ship. One per girl is the rumor.”
Nikita got up with the book in her hand, which slipped out on the way to the window. She placed her hands on it, looking out to the blue dot. Her eyes swelled and tears rolled out, as she whispered Sorry into the vast empty space.
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Birds Of Darkness
‘May God protect us,’ the birds of darkness sing, but even they know, there is no such thing.
All of humanity is crying, as their despair seeks the divine, walking slowly on the path of sorrow, the masters desire freedom, at the cost of someone’s doom.
The worthless weep, as the world gets engulfed by war, and money blocks their hearts with a iron bar.
The elders watch as the acid of lies spread over the minds of innocent, influencing them to fight, and the poor have already lost all their rights.
There only lies misery on the surface, and the men who started this all are getting nervous.
The truth lies at the bottom of the ocean, keeping within itself all the betrayals, waiting for its revival.
No one knows when peace will be prominent, as only death seems dominant.
The devil watched this all and cries the tear of joy, as he laughs and grins, enjoying humans commit grave sins.
‘This was better than expected,’ he says, as he watches the humans so naïve dig their own graves.
The crows caw, as they symbolize the deaths of the gods, with their eyes shining in the mist in shroud.
The monsters, taking humans as aliases, walk the earth, and start a new era of distress.
The sun does not shine anymore, disappointed by the actions of the foolish, everyone is colder than the frozen ashes.
The Reaper is busy, reaping infinite souls, the world has already lost all its goals.
The dreams of the innocents are trampled upon, by the selfishness of the rich, may the world get torn apart, never again to be stitched.
The old generation thought only of profit, and the new generation will never know life, the present sufferers have only known hypocrites.
‘May the truth bloom and prosper,’ the birds of darkness wish with a dagger in their beaks, as this the world where the Gods have ceased to exist.
Birds Of Darkness
‘May God protect us,’ the birds of darkness sing, but even they know, there is no such thing.
All of humanity is crying, as their despair seeks the divine, walking slowly on the path of sorrow, the masters desire freedom, at the cost of someone’s doom.
The worthless weep, as the world gets engulfed by war, and money blocks their hearts with a iron bar.
The elders watch as the acid of lies spread over the minds of innocent, influencing them to fight, and the poor have already lost all their rights.
There only lies misery on the surface, and the men who started this all are getting nervous.
The truth lies at the bottom of the ocean, keeping within itself all the betrayals, waiting for its revival.
No one knows when peace will be prominent, as only death seems dominant.
The devil watched this all and cries the tear of joy, as he laughs and grins, enjoying humans commit grave sins.
‘This was better than expected,’ he says, as he watches the humans so naïve dig their own graves.
The crows caw, as they symbolize the deaths of the gods, with their eyes shining in the mist in shroud.
The monsters, taking humans as aliases, walk the earth, and start a new era of distress.
The sun does not shine anymore, disappointed by the actions of the foolish, everyone is colder than the frozen ashes.
The Reaper is busy, reaping infinite souls, the world has already lost all its goals.
The dreams of the innocents are trampled upon, by the selfishness of the rich, may the world get torn apart, never again to be stitched.
The old generation thought only of profit, and the new generation will never know life, the present sufferers have only known hypocrites.
‘May the truth bloom and prosper,’ the birds of darkness wish with a dagger in their beaks, as this the world where the Gods have ceased to exist.
#review #poetry #sk
Before you read; sorry if this looks unsatisfactory cause I wrote this in like 15 minutes? And did not care to edit.
It's dedicated to justice
Requiem Of Their Wills
The world is rotten, what might justice be?
The wicked seek protection from the weak.
The powerful resist their clutches, leaving the powerless behind,
The sane men of the west have already lost their minds.
The devil watched the men fall into an era of darkness,
The angels suffer, in this muddled up state of their conscience.
The double edged sword of justice cuts through the crowd,
Taking out both, good and evil in this shroud.
The innocents perish and the guilty are free,
The morals of the vice fall like leaves from a broken tree.
The neutral cannot repent, nor can they ignore,
The flag bearers of justice are no more.
Can you hear their shouts, O flower born out in a faraway town?
They cannot attain salvation, nor they can run, only their bodies drown.
The clouds of lies make the truth shady,
And the mist makes it hazy.
Their memories fade as they insist,
They have failed their purpose and cannot even resist.
This messed up world recognises a God, but forgets to acknowledge someone's rights,
They say that he will appear and lead their fights.
Reality makes them uneasy, and shadows seem warm,
The world is obviously cruel and to them even hell feels like home.
They watch as the humans turn into monsters, greedy blood dropping from their eyes,
Even the fools have the courage to challenge the wise.
They watch as humanity falls and rises, crashing into the void,
But their are few whom they cannot avoid.
They believe that one day those man made monsters will know god's wrath,
The heavens will shake and even the hell will cry.
May the world find something worthy and true,
Not some made up stories of someone who had already died, or some beautifully constructed lies.
They believe that one day the reality will be dead, and only truth shall prevail,
Finally will this tragedy and betrayal end, and they are sure everybody is wishing the same.
May the dagger of truth penetrate the heart of lies,
And the host of these fake phantasm shall die.
Alas! Their dreams might never come true,
but if they are fulfilled, they will be called the requiem of their wills.
-by Lucifer Mishra
Before you read; sorry if this looks unsatisfactory cause I wrote this in like 15 minutes? And did not care to edit.
It's dedicated to justice
Requiem Of Their Wills
The world is rotten, what might justice be?
The wicked seek protection from the weak.
The powerful resist their clutches, leaving the powerless behind,
The sane men of the west have already lost their minds.
The devil watched the men fall into an era of darkness,
The angels suffer, in this muddled up state of their conscience.
The double edged sword of justice cuts through the crowd,
Taking out both, good and evil in this shroud.
The innocents perish and the guilty are free,
The morals of the vice fall like leaves from a broken tree.
The neutral cannot repent, nor can they ignore,
The flag bearers of justice are no more.
Can you hear their shouts, O flower born out in a faraway town?
They cannot attain salvation, nor they can run, only their bodies drown.
The clouds of lies make the truth shady,
And the mist makes it hazy.
Their memories fade as they insist,
They have failed their purpose and cannot even resist.
This messed up world recognises a God, but forgets to acknowledge someone's rights,
They say that he will appear and lead their fights.
Reality makes them uneasy, and shadows seem warm,
The world is obviously cruel and to them even hell feels like home.
They watch as the humans turn into monsters, greedy blood dropping from their eyes,
Even the fools have the courage to challenge the wise.
They watch as humanity falls and rises, crashing into the void,
But their are few whom they cannot avoid.
They believe that one day those man made monsters will know god's wrath,
The heavens will shake and even the hell will cry.
May the world find something worthy and true,
Not some made up stories of someone who had already died, or some beautifully constructed lies.
They believe that one day the reality will be dead, and only truth shall prevail,
Finally will this tragedy and betrayal end, and they are sure everybody is wishing the same.
May the dagger of truth penetrate the heart of lies,
And the host of these fake phantasm shall die.
Alas! Their dreams might never come true,
but if they are fulfilled, they will be called the requiem of their wills.
-by Lucifer Mishra
#review #sk #poem
The brethren of evil walk the earth,
They corrupt its residents and swallow their worth.
Their hairs are long and their mouths have fangs,
They are wise and their words seem to be of fartherlands.
Their motive is to become strong,
They hide their emotions and deepen their bonds.
They shall succumb to any level for the sake of their goals,
To succeed they will deal with their souls.
They manipulate the masses and alter the truths,
They are smart and form their groups.
They spread darkness in the name of revolution,
And kill dreams for evolution.
Are they evil? Are they wise?
Who knows? Maybe their ideals will form a paradise.
The freedom binds and the reality reminds us,
They don't lie but nor are they truth speakers, as they change stories and we become seekers.
They cause us misery and we withstand it,
We show them kindness and they misunderstand it.
This is just illogical,
This cannot be possible,
They just laugh and grin,
We have become completely blind within.
The world is cruel and the innocents drown,
They wear the crowns and their whip just binds around.
To keep up we need to be changing,
But what shall we do, our real self is fading.
The relationship of these groups is based on trust,
The trust which will eventually turn to dust.
When the two sides are interwined,
The two of us are left behind,
Everyone knows about our situation but this is becoming an addiction,
I know we will all eventually become a flower of corruption.
The brethren of evil walk the earth,
They corrupt its residents and swallow their worth.
Their hairs are long and their mouths have fangs,
They are wise and their words seem to be of fartherlands.
Their motive is to become strong,
They hide their emotions and deepen their bonds.
They shall succumb to any level for the sake of their goals,
To succeed they will deal with their souls.
They manipulate the masses and alter the truths,
They are smart and form their groups.
They spread darkness in the name of revolution,
And kill dreams for evolution.
Are they evil? Are they wise?
Who knows? Maybe their ideals will form a paradise.
The freedom binds and the reality reminds us,
They don't lie but nor are they truth speakers, as they change stories and we become seekers.
They cause us misery and we withstand it,
We show them kindness and they misunderstand it.
This is just illogical,
This cannot be possible,
They just laugh and grin,
We have become completely blind within.
The world is cruel and the innocents drown,
They wear the crowns and their whip just binds around.
To keep up we need to be changing,
But what shall we do, our real self is fading.
The relationship of these groups is based on trust,
The trust which will eventually turn to dust.
When the two sides are interwined,
The two of us are left behind,
Everyone knows about our situation but this is becoming an addiction,
I know we will all eventually become a flower of corruption.