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Who else marvels at the sight of the flickering weary air from the burning tip of a cigarette? Be it Tobacco or Cannabis they all seem to prance about with the gases in the air and create flaring patches. Who is to say plants don't have spirits? That when you burn them in their wrapped paper, they flee, slightly exposed? Who is it to say, that's every last part of them? I must reckon that some piece of its soul has gushed past the filters, into my mouth, down my throat, and across my lungs, to swirl and mix with my blood. #review

#review I want to be free - free from this numbness and sadness that spreads like wild fire in my heart. I want to feel again - feel how it’s like to be loved, craved and wanted. I want to be able to remember the bliss and happiness of having that someone who makes everything better and all your pain fades away——— But until then, I’ll keep drowning in apathy and tortured by the voices in my head… "You're not good enough", "You're never going to be loved".

#review #agim Years of college, Hundreds of days in classroom, Enormous subjects, Months of preparations, Dozens of scary exam weeks, Many number of friends and memories. But when I want to look back ,it is all those few seconds of eye contact with u. Never thought this much pain it lays,until the last day we shook our hands to part ways. Though we shared lot of words during conversation, all I remember now is the silence we carried out after knowing we both had a crush on each other. In the view of eagle eye we both have a place as classmates,but our own eyes carries the feeling which is never known to the outer world.

Be my valentine! A smiley sunshine ray That never go astray I couldn't get away My heart is bonded to stay! My heart is a vast world That's built just for both of us The world is absurd and meaningless Your existence is what gives it meaning. I'm lost in love and love is lost My loss to love is just a love I live for you, you live for me We are bound to be, today and forever "O" ye my love, I'm sworn to you My joy, my dream, my hope, and Paradise What could I do without your existence? You are the source of my happiness. I'm yours, you are mine till eternity Could you be forever my Valentine? #poem#review

Fifty two avenues Ring low that solemn sound. You grab me, when I sneeze Like a bad, stew-peed hound. I won't be scared to soar Because you will catch me. When the sky spits a roar I'll be you, you'll have me. Fifty two boulevards Tweak my heart, and I smile, For you're my leotards Let us dance, love goes a-mile You hold me, I'll hold you, Worry not, I'll take you. #amtupu_#review#poetry

#review Hiding the truth by not expressing it to a person means dishonest in relationship?, If it depends on the situation then honesty will not exist. If it should be expressed then sometimes relationships won't exist. Is there any balance between these two or only one can be successful?

#review #mr She had that wonderful waterfall on her face, How enchanting, how effortless, With such rhythm, they water flows, I don't care in which direction. Suddenly she moved, I couldn't see the waterfall no more, I felt annoying. And then, there was that sight, a beautiful river, her hair. Waving with the utmost grace I have never witnessed. My entity danced, danced like a it felt the ever hidden ancient enchantment. Ah!

Cities… Voices And Noises Everywhere, Car's Honking And People Strolling, The Once Blue Sky Is Now Filled In Haze, Tiny Sprinkles Of Greenery Around, Trees Torn Apart From Between, Standing Quietly, Unable To Scream, Their Dead Leaves Falling, As Tears Rolling Down From The Eyes, A Place Where Dreams Come True, They Call It And Yet, It's Nothing More Than A Maze, A Concrete Jungle Devoid Of Beauty, As The Night Approaches, The Jungle Gets Quieter, And Yet, The Stars Are Hiding Behind The Smog, The Night Sky Appears Grey, And As The Moon Rises Up In The Sky, Down Goes The Morality Of Humans, With Sins And Crimes Under The Cover Of The Shadow. The Morning Sun Rises Again, And The Noises Still Continue And The Night Falls Again…. -Rahul Adhikari #poetry #review

It wasn't intentional! We both knew! You started everything You made me to feel the best in me You made me to understand what true love is You made me to know even affection like this exists You made me to realize all bonds doesn’t need a name You made me to change myself completely… Yeah! It was you behind this beautiful bond but I don’t blame that it’s all your fault now… We’ve been together in many things either be it sad or happiness, victory or failure, emotions or emptiness we stood with each other… You know what!? This is what I have imagined all these years but now I understand that only I needed you in all such situations whereas you never really wanted me by your side. I thought you will feel good when I’m with you; you will need me at the end of the day to share your day; you will search for me when you are not doing well; and lot more that can’t be bundled up in words but you have also made me to realize that you never really wanted me to be by your side… And now all I am doing is to search myself, the true self which have been lost long back in the chaos of loving you blindly… I know what I was, how I was, who I was, before meeting you but now I don’t have even myself with me! It’s all you that I have within me but I don’t blame that it’s all your fault. I know the way you loved me, you cared me, you admired me but all my question is Where’s that person who made me smile without any reason even at odd hours of day? Where’s that person who made me trust them without any need? Where’s that person who made me feel as the most important one? I have expressed my feelings in all possible ways I could and even said you directly but then you ask me again “what should I do?” You know how painful it is to hear such question after letting myself to someone who is close to me than myself… I have understood your situations many times even you knew it pretty well And now I am tired of being the one who understand others and I need to be understood sometimes… I’ve waited for you a lot of times which doesn’t hurt more than you asking “did I ask you to wait?!” what kind of reaction is that to someone who is extremely crazy about you. And I know you don’t need me the way you needed me! Even you know this but you don’t accept it openly. All I did was to love you unconditionally the way you loved me during our starting days… is it this easy for you to change like a totally different person ? Even now I am trying my best to be supportive to you wherein you don’t even have the courtesy to think about my feelings… so when you come to me again after all your issues being sorted out you will not find the one true soul that loved… each time you do this again and again just because I cant leave you. I am losing myself more than the normal and hating myself terribly for not being able to hate you! I do everything for you and react to you only for your behavior, always remember to think a little before you speak… And there are lot more to say but even my words got glued to you and I find it difficult to put it together. This is all my side of the story! if you think the way I portrayed you wrong in here… then tell me your part… at least that may create a reason to talk. #review #mv

Of Shapes and Bones by Joshua C. Pipkins “Are you the devil?” The man asks me. His eyes are no longer eyes, but milk. "No," I say, "but I am dead like you." “So I have died,” he says, and there's a hint of melancholy in his otherwise deadpan voice. His body is stiff and unmoving, caught against a collection of rocks at the edge of the stream. I plant my knees in the grass next to him. “You are my guide,” he says. “I am. My name is Vergil,” I say. He falls silent, the water sparkling like stars against his skin. After several moments, he answers. “I was a good father. I need you to know that.” “I know,” I tell him, “I know everything about you, Daniel.” “Then take me,” he says, “I want to see my husband.” A gust of wind blows through the meadow. Trees bend and rustle. The flowers whisper solemnly in my ears. I take his hand into my own, flesh and bone intertwined, and snatch the Shape from his body. I lead him into the Crossing, where the pit awaits at the heart of the sea, vast mounds of colors falling and rising like time-struck mountains beneath our feet. “It’s beautiful,” he says as we walk. “I’ve never seen anything like it before.” Then I ask him, “If you’d seen everything in life, what would be the mystery in death?” “I guess that’s true,” he laughs, though it sounds more like leaves being blown in the wind. “It’s just… I stopped believing in a Heaven so long ago. I figured that if one did actually exist, I wouldn’t ever see it.” I say, “You loved who you loved.” “Yes, I loved who I loved,” he says. Then he asks, “Am I going to hell, Vergil?” “Do you believe you’re going to hell, Daniel?” “I don’t know,” he says, “I spent my entire life hearing that I would. I guess I’d be a little disappointed if I didn’t. All that time spent wondering when I ran away from home with Henry, worrying that I’d done something unforgivable.” “There’s no such thing,” I tell him, “In the end, love is still love. I don’t think there’s anything more worthy of Heaven than a man who sacrifices for love.” He can’t smile, but I feel as if he is, and as we near the pit at the heart of the Crossing, a deep sapphire light burning in its core, he lets go of my hand and drifts toward the edge. “My daughter,” he says, “Does she… know about me?” “She received a call this morning. She’s grieving, but she’ll be okay.” “I became so… distant after Henry died,” he says, “I closed myself off from the world when she was still in college. I stopped accepting her calls. I wanted nothing to do with the world if he wasn’t there by my side. I just lied in bed and let the time take me. I was so selfish, Vergil.” Then he says, “I was a good father. I need you to know that.” “I know. I know everything about you, remember?” He nods, then stares down into the light with apprehension. For an eternity he stands there, saying nothing, the world around him living and dying again and again. He jumps. “Are you God?” the little girl asks me. “No,” I tell her. “But I am dead like you.” #review#ShortStory

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#review #mr She had that wonderful waterfall on her face, How enchanting, how effortless, With such rhythm, they water flows, I don't care in which direction. Suddenly she moved, I couldn't see the waterfall no more, I felt annoying. And then, there was that sight, a beautiful river, her hair. Waving with the utmost grace I have never witnessed. My entity danced, danced like a it felt the ever hidden ancient enchantment. Ah!