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When you have no fear To shout at the top of your voice When you have no fear To leave a trace on the path you walk Because you have the feeling That nobody will come to look for you Because you have the feeling That no one will care to listen to you And you feel your passage Not causing any change in those around The feeling of being a ghost Deepens, you feel like not being part of the world You feel like you alone Are able, to feel that you exist Then later you realize That lonelines has always been there for you Your friendship strengthens And later you begin to hate the world #AhmadMusa#poem#review

#poetry #RRM As unto the bow the cord is , So unto handsome is Gorgeous; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows; Useless each without the other !” Thus the youthful gorgeous sherni , Said with in herself and danced like a morni , Much excited by various feelings, Delight ,happiness, love ,like warm sun-ray, Dreaming of her handsome bae, Of the lovely laughing waters of Ganges gay, Of the sacred land of Kashi, Filled with happiness as was she. She smiled feeling coy, thinking of this silly boy, Who filled her heart with love and joy. Living this amazing dream, Where two of them were a team, He would walk a mile, Just to see her beautiful smile. *sherni - lioness *morni - peahen (female peacock) * Kashi - a holy city in UP, also called Banaras Ganges - a river flowing through India #review

She's a mother, a daughter, She's brave, courageous, Is She's feeble ? Helpless ? No! It's you, your frame of mind, Still let's her freedom to rescind! She's not disabled, Just the scenario made her existence confined, Even in the century of 21st, She's still defenseless over the set of your mind! She never got the freedom, which a boy gets at his age, So could you please let me know, How She's guilty at every stage ? Either She's LAXMI to NIRBHAYA and PRIYANAKA in 2019, Nothing has changed, Every single day, every single minute, nd in every single second, She's molested, burnt and raped! This act is plaintive enough, We can't even think of, Only a question I wanted to ask, When she'll get rid of! 💯 -Gurpreet Bhatia #guri#poetry#review#write

Self reminder Learn to love yourself , it's your life live the way you want light every bit of it like a dynamite . Don't think about the people of this world , Make mistakes, take risk to grow , your growth is important for yourself , Bloom in your own pace, in your own space away from rat race with your own grace. #review#thoughts

Vitality We all plot it flawlessly It's like a precise art we yearn about! The alley will be ample of thorns, Few abandon before striving Few attain till another end Few get relinquished in the twilight Few eternally strive to discover the limelight Giving up faith in existence, Never striving to stride ahead Darkness will always be around you. Let's discover sunshine in spirit Let's accept the hard existences of vitality Without battle, it will be an imperfect masterpiece! #review#poetry#ae

Me, at every moment left tormented of drowsy moonlight. Exposes me to the scenarios unbearable to me. Precisely the flinging knives in air, chasing me all through. Mistaken as friendly whisperers until they pierce me red. To my associates, it's blood oozing from my hub. They always ignorant of there is left mere a void. Nothing left over now to be shed, as my blood and tears Have enhanced themselves to my illegally throbbing heart. Yes an illegal throbbing as we are often told. No one has the whole day left for an emotional bloodbath. The bloodbath that can certainly wash down our spangle. And lay it down for people to get it trampled under their feet. No, not that spangle to what i sometimes call an illusion. As you contend the crowd at the cost of your peace. By what doesn't belong to you but seems to be belonging So, it seems baseless sobbing over our own dead souls. As they become invisible, admirers mourning their carton. What is actually a signal of one's availability and eventually immortality. Wait! Does immortality turn them engaged with our own trade? Maybe, that's why they are deaf towards our lament. Yes, we are left wailing for what is even unknown to us! We often ignorant of the dead arranging things for us. Hahah! Things arranged for us in turn arranged by us. On the demand of nobody but merely to proceed with the flow. They flow, eventually leading us to a glossy dayspring. There everything being pretty visible to the perceptive and conscious. Now the whisperers can no more deceive me, but Alas! My wounds getting unveiled of darkness out to the world. The world of 7 billion or more, crowds chuckling at me! Their clear white enamels visible, inside a dark red clot. Not always but sometimes i am fully distressed with my being. As i am deceived of heaven leaving inside my veins a hefty mass. Of the suffering what aren't mine but surely of my being. Sufferings gradually sublimated, turning the air painful manifolds. Please! Let me rest peacefully, shutting my valves tight. Storing away the scent of sufferings in my blood all night. It is just scandalous for the modish to be a stock of misery. The era of robots ought to pull us out from cambrian infancy. Haider Ali Mir... #poem#review.

Come to success! Come to success! The call has been made It's time to join the row And grow the line of hearts That falls and rises together In hope of achieving success #review#poem#AhmadMusa

Armed Forces They are our brothers and sisters Who gave up their freedom So that ours can grow They are our fathers and mothers Who left their homes So that families can live They are our friends, our fellow humans Who sacrificed their souls To wall and limit the blasts Which could have consumed us all. They witness the souls of their comrades Dimming, until only a corpse is left They see the bodies of their companions Shattering, until no bone to entomb Yet except for the bright uniform hanging Behind them, their melting front Remains hidden from us #poem#review#AhmadMusa

Our speech is not understood By those who rule. Like creatures in a zoo But here, predators can roam We keep yelling for help Yet raised grounds continue to grow Some killed by thirst, hunger and Some by the humanoid beasts. Are we still humans to them Or is it our fantasy? Or is it our screams that isn't enough To gain their attention. #review #poem #AhmadMusa

Withering soul Little by little she dies everyday Demons everywhere she's losing her sight Pain has reached her bones Breathing freely is a luxury now she resists but she knows she is a withering soul she is screaming but can anyone hear her? The world's gone deaf All eyes are shut, no one sees what's right in front of them She is not the only one She won't be the last one Time is a flat circle, Nietzsche said Once upon a time humans came into this world, cursed to repeat their doings time and time and time again Fading souls don't await the eternal rest There is no rest, there is no end to their agony Trapped they are, born prisoners Freedom was never a dream only an illusion #review #modern#poetry

"I am absolutely tired. This world is cruel beyond compare. I have been searching for the cure to my ills and pains since I was conferred to this world. I am disappointed for my all searches ended in smoke", protested I. Murshid paused and answered,"Which world have you been searching? You have surely barked up the wrong tree. There is a world inside you where the relief to your sufferings exists". The answer ripped my argument apart. #review

Today, it's okay to feel lonely. Maybe things had been tough, maybe they fell out of love and you just felt out of place. And that's ok. Today, cry as much as you can. Breathe as much as you need. And you don't have to fake a smile. No, not today. Today, it's okay to feel rejected. I know you badly want that job, you badly need that business. But it's okay if things didn't happen the way you wanted to, you can always try again. But no, not today. Today, it’s okay to feel demotivated, defeated, and exhausted. Maybe efforts were exerted but were not appreciated. Maybe you feel like you were not valuable, things like that happen. And even though it wes difficult, you'll be okay, You'll still thrive. But you don't have to force yourself to perform. No, not today. You know what you're gonna do today? Today, you are going to stop. You are going to breathe, You are going to rest, You are going to trust that things are gonna work themselves out, in its own time, and in your own pace. Today, you ere not going to rush yourself to feel ok. You are not going to rush yourself to be filled again. Today, it's okay to be empty, Todey is not the day you will try your hardest to fix all that is broken. Today you will come as you are. And then maybe ten, twenty or two hundred days from today, when you smile, you will mean it. When you speak, it will bring life. When you work, it will be an inspiration. Maybe ten, twenty, or two hundred days trom today, you are going to be ok and it's going to be real. I'm rooting for you😌. ~mdfnqi #review #itsOkay #Faizan #mdfnqi