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On the canvas of universe, she is too small to be seen On the surface of earth, she is too extreme to fit She was born not to belong Not to a nation Not to a home And not among her species Rootless, her mind flys Drowning she is, from dawn till dusk Unsatisfying curiosity never leaves her Paralyzed she is, by the weight of her unravelling thoughts By the eyes on her By the world itself She was born not to belong Not to a society Not to a soul Not to life itself Rootless she is Filled with pain she is Belonged she isn't, any where any land any water any planet She longs to be out Out of this world Out of this universe Perhaps from her very beginning she got off on the wrong stop Her words, misjudged Her thoughts, misunderstood Her identity, unbeknownst - N #review#poem

#review The Ultimate tool of Every Writer We can say,” we all have a writer in us”. Because to become a writer it is not necessary to be someone with a Ph.D. in literature or someone who has read hundreds of books or probably has taken a course on how to write. Most of us have just developed some basic skills which we use and practice a lot. No one can deny the fact that writing an essay, forming sentences, or simply writing a note to ourselves is taught to us at elementary school. Almost all of us use the same in our everyday life. What makes a writer so different is their observation of the environment and their imagination power. Both go hand in hand. We can always get better at English but these two skills take years to develop. Let me give you an example, suppose you and your friend who is a writer go for a walk every morning at the park, now what you will see or observe in your surrounding is fresh air, people walking/running, trees and sound of birds. Your friend who is a writer will look at people, observe them, and will form characters of his upcoming story in his head, he will look at the park and probably will create a scene of his story. He will always have a small notebook in which he will scribble whatever comes to his mind no matter what he is doing or where he is. This is why you will never find a writer multitasking and this is the ultimate tool that every existing or would-be professional writer requires and uses. When you observe things closely you know that everything has its backstory, its own characteristic, and its own essence. Every man or woman in this world possesses different characteristics from each other, we react differently in different situations. For a writer, if he masters the skill of close observation and imagination, he is golden. Now all he needs is to link everything which also takes practice. Look at the ancient texts, at that time there were no cameras to take pictures no recorders to have any recordings of the words said. The whole world relied on those manuscripts written by people at the time and we all imagined and created the characters accordingly in our heads. Those writers only had observation and their imagination as their tools to write. Anyone can practice these and become a great writer and these tools are absolutely free. Now, how do we work upon these skills? As we all know these simple skills take time to develop and master. When we were in elementary school we were taught to imagine right from The Thirsty Crow story to how our heart looks when it pumps blood to our arteries just by showing some sketches. It was all “easy peasy lemon squeezy” till that time for us because we had years of practice. But when we step out of elementary school, we were introduced to the internet, which has almost answer to every question and even sometimes questions for every answer. Which ultimately wouldn’t require us to think or imagine or even look closely at something. It’s like the boy who was champion of basketball at school would still require practice to even score a goal after years of disengagement. So how do we do it? We would be required to meditate and start focusing on our surrounding. Often we become unaware of what is going on around us because we are indulged at the screen of our phones. We would be required to stop multitasking to increase focus ultimately which gives our brain room to think and observe and create images and stories. Once we start observing the surrounding closely we notice everyone has their own version and perspectives. The sun could be seen rising at one place and could be setting on the other side. All we need to do is observe, think and imagine. Something which looks so complex might be so easy and simple that it might only take some small steps of effort.

The wet weather in the winter months _____________________________________ Amidst the deep slumber, Heard I the loud thunder; The droplets were in number, That made me not remember. Rejoicing in the cool ambience, Forgot I the homework: And danced with the dalliance, Making myself look like a berserk. Granny rushed to say, "For God sake Child, Put your slippers under your foot!" While I scowled uttering, "No, I love the cold marbles!" And continued pressing my feet to the ground, And she, walked off profanities muttering! As I looked out the window, My imagination turned aglow, Walked I haste to kitchen, As I going to the unknown Aachen! Quickly made a black tea, Sat on the balcony as an attendee, Drank the hot tea in swift, Like a man to slake the thirst, Enjoying the rain sat I, The winter drizzle making my mood Berry! - Aliya Aqeela M. M #review#rainpoem

You don't need to put "PIN DROP SILENCE" board outside or inside the lecture room, your voice and words should have that much power that people keep "PIN DROP SILENCE". #Akash#quote#review

/the sky that fell/. to the sky that fell on the palm of my poems: when I asked for your number, what I really meant was; //I saw you in reverie once//. you took a human form to live on the line of my imaginations, when I woke up, I still couldn't fasten up the urge to introduce myself. so I vanished, to a place where I still couldn't gather the courage behind the scourge to say before galaxies, "you're beautiful." so I say, "you remind me of the wand flowers my Momma showed me yesterday," to which you said, "_______________." whatever happens next, is a sign before the sky called celestial, a signal for me to reignite the stars and confect your scars, to our beautiful, and I want to swallow every sad and bitter thing that has happened to you before me, and conquer the sound of your every instrument, before you play my ribs like the strings of your favorite guitar. everyday I want to hold you like you're the only thing my palms have ever touched. I'm sorry Miss, me? I just can't let you go anymore, and to anybody that asks me if you're my girlfriend, "No, she's my language. I speak her. And, me? I'm her favorite page." #poetry#amtupu_#review

🥀Stranger🥀 In the silence of the night You said goodbye This hit so hard My tears are heavy Carrying my feelings We talked about everything Except what's on our minds It's like the craziest place to be You're my worst familiar stranger You left with a part of me And I'm still bleeding, Believing in recovery I wake up everyday, wondering if you're ok I know it's over But my heart's a dreamer You know all my secrets And you're now a stranger It's hard to move on When we keep asking What could have been But...It's funny how we adjust Like scary eyes in the dark night #review #poem #RosemeneSaintLouis🥀

The sound of rain echoed, And cracks Began to spread Through the lifeless land. Creatures that were thought To have gone forever Appeared, rising to their feet; Their leaves, branches and flowers Were emerging like their decay Was a type of hiding. And their display Of the fading greenland Was a facade, not the end of life. #poem#review#AhmadMusa

Trapped (this is about sexual assault that a woman faces) There are deep scars down below my cheeks , Deep lines added to my beauty , Lines that are not yet defined , Yet leaving a huge impact on me ; Forcing me to think about the past , Future uncertain with limited boundaries , Trying to break the knot to let me free , Handkerchief stained with blood of brutal honesty , Trying to wipe the tears , A ray of sunshine covering my face with warmth , Wounds are so fresh like a morning dew , Takes time to cover it with layers of skin folds ; Trapped inside finding it difficult to take one more breath , Finding a way to free my wounded body , Cause I can't bear the pain , Set my soul free apart for an unassailable lead . #Shruti #review #poetry

there's a river flowing inside my head, and i can hear the sound of words dancing to the tune of violent turbulence and pebbles. life is a barren vacuum, there's no light here. darkness has a way of shutting those who blink even the slightest but poetry is my last hope, to bring me into existence again. if my poem doesn't rhyme, set my feet free please, and I'll run fierce like a free verse. there are broken crayons inside my bag and i wish they befriend my emotions and tell each other stories of how it's impossible to be whole again. i've learnt quicker that behind a broken heart is a brain that feeds it and that if a house is full of demons, maybe there are better confessions than vacate and leave it empty. #amtupu_#review#poetry

Why don't we see what looms around? The hollowness inside and the ceaseless baffling sound The darkness in deed, haunting everyone indeed The ever growing need, degrading every creed The ugliness they breed, all slaves of greed A sea of sickness with no shore Manhood of men like a lion with no roar So dreadful disgusting desires in disguise Thirst of bloodshed, rampant regime of rampage in rejoice Beware of the monsters who seep blood in their throats Betrays the innocent, plants detestation in their thoughts Is the fate of men to be crushed by his own kin? Is this the price we have to pay for our own sin? Unseen, inconceivable, incomprehensible, inevitable? The Verge of extinction, hideous unison of death and destruction? Is that what we seek? Rivers of blood, corpses in every street Anticipation of consequences crumbles the soul Breath starts fainting and the heart just falls The "sacred distinction" why don't we bother to see The ability to reason, a free will to be happy Come Friends! Let's become some more wise Spread happiness, ignite inspiration So we can escape that price #Revenant #review

I'm merely a stranger in your life, Yet I have known is only you. I'm a summer noon in your life,and you're appealing sunset. I'm scattered beads in your life, And, you're like my fav sautoir. I'm unspoken feelings of a lover, you're the moment of confession. I'm a stammering mouth, yet I have spoken first word is your name. I'm like a love triangle in your life, but you're the only love line in mine. I'm a broken glass of wine,but you're a vessel well design, I'm a dark swampy forest, you're the only sunshine. I'm merely a sentence in your life, yet I have filled library's with thoughts of you. #review #rks #poetry

"ARE NOT WE"? The truth is we all are selfish. The Humanity, Welfare, selflessness are mere words. We are good to others until they are with us. If you don't believe me, ask yourself will you be good to others when they would constantly hating you? Will you do wellbeing when you yourself are at pain? So why don't you uncover the mask of Naivety, and come out? Don't tell me you love him, don't tell me you love her. You don't, you only love yourself. You're with them because you want to be cared, loved and what not? So, don't get offend when you're told you're selfish, self_ centered. Because this is what you're, we are. But there's also criteria of doing good to whom and how much. The greater you want to get from someone the greater you would be good to them. Right?!!!!!!!! #rks #review