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Intuition My intuition stands between me and making Bad Choices, it reminds me of roads I'm not supposed to cross, it reminds me of stairs I'm not supposed to climb, yet in my independence I forget myself and I choose to listen to The bickering voice in my mind telling me to do what I'm not supposed to do. I listen to the stairs that tell me to keep walking to the wrong decision I listen to the road that tells me to keep taking the wrong path while intuition as soft as its voice can be it is still a part of me that needs to scream louder. #review #Nosii

SEMBLANCE WAS RESTORED BY THE MOONLIGHT, IN THE MIDST OF THAT WINTER NIGHT; I MET HER BY GOD’S GRACE, NIMBLY WERE MY SCARS ERASED; AS MANY TIMES I INSIST, I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO TELL; YOUR SMILE MAKES MY HEART WHISKER, APART BUT YOU SOLACE STILL LINGERS …..#review#random

The Night. The night is longer, Longer than a distance, From here to there, Where you are!. I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I'm stuck watching the picture of you, The moon laughs at me for the whole night, The stars stare at me whether i am right, Can i be right?, For all those days, That you're out of my sight?. Can i?. No!, you don't have to worry, It's my mistake, and hereby SORRY!. #poetry #review #sbm

She = He, an equation still not accepted, She is dependent, powerless, and incapable still suspected. Her ideas are openly mocked but silently noted, Her hard work and sacrifices remain unquoted. She is not allowed to raise her voice, Sitting still and silent, she is left with no choice. She must be perfect from head to toe, She rejected you. How dare she?! Label her a hoe! ‘Equal’ in “Equality” and ‘Free’ in “Freedom”, It’s no rocket science to understand these two words unless you are dumb!! Let her take a stand, And if she is struggling lend her a helping hand! She also has a life and will not always be available, So instead of making her feel guilty, make her comfortable. Homemaking together with job undertaking, she can be a multitasker, Trust her, care for her ask her! Ability and Success does not come with a particular gender, If you want to shine you will have to be a worthy contender. You cannot undermine her just because you are strong, Men＞Women or Women＜Men, both the equations are wrong. #review #aj #poetry

CLICKS Times pass and people separate, But memories remain forever.... It feels a lie when people say technical evolution took us apart, For these heartfelt clicks helps to relive the warmth of heart, Which otherwise seems lost in intricate web of thoughts, Everyone becomes rigid with experiences, It is these clicks which help to feel the fluidity of life again.... #sankalp #poetry #review

An ode to lost I am lost in the garth today, I no longer know the place, lone, I hear your sounds echoes, But when I go there, Desolation It slowly grows, I sit near the fountain, and try to forget you, But knowing that you are that memory, I fail each time, The space between us, Its now infinitely defined, The death, the stranger stares, I realize deep down, I am you. #ode #poem #review

To what I not know #review#poem#poetry#Abhijit This is a poem of a soldier who has lost the war and is trying to escape from it. Now he is so tired of running that he stops and looks behind but to his surprise no one is following him. So he starts walking and reflecting his own actions and emotions. I walk, Staggering falling and then again. I walk. I walk, To feel the unfathomable pain, The spikes of my disdain, That goes through my heart and sail, In the sea of unbroken vows, I walk. I walk, Remembering the string of my thoughts, Of friends and foes alike. To kill and get killed, To be brave and to fear alike, I walk. I walk, Laughing and crying at the same time, Knowing the invincible, inevitable time. That even my soul shall rest soon, In the midst of the many that came and shall come too. I walk. I walk and keep walking To what I not know -Abhijit Amin

the bearing braced walls shuddered, shattered, shredded not completely though there are yet seeds to be sowed in the heavenly abode drop by drop, soon in rivers, chaotic blood flowed from the structure's doors that now shut open rivers in abandoned arbitrary flow drop by drop, it stopped too Bloooooooddddd not the sparkling red glitters but just the no r m a l endometrium maybe crimson paint spilled on the canvas but more b e a u t i f u l n beyond this structure, not only has walls but there's this boss lady who makes all the calls from the entry to exists carrying on the proceedings she comes once a month to collect what is solely hers upon not getting what she deserves she ends up creating a bloody mess & chaos she is no harm, she means no harm she is just here to calm you through the storms she wants you to believe her, promising that flowers will too bloom, pls hold on till spring I have tried to metaphor "menstruation" here, stating the uterus as a kind of structure where there is lady (ovum) who takes all the decisions. But I am really not sure if I succeeded. Also I wanted to add a paragraph about how this structure will be a (king)dom or a fort(ress). I also wanted to convey more how it is beautiful n symbolic to life & not focus on society's prohibitions & perspectives Please review this for me, and lemme know if it makes sense. Thank You :) #sxm#review#poetry

#review #iwritesometimes #poetry #mans Let me kiss your soul for once, And gently cradle the corners of your heart, Engrave you by colors, with your name between my lips, And in a mirror you'll see the greatest masterpiece of art. ~ IWRITESOMETIMES

"THE LAST MESSAGE" Oh! poor soul you had time, but denied Oh! poor your family you left behind Oh! I envy those who could make amends I envy Myself getting off your wrath Is this the price for calmness Or is this the deception of mahem The old wise tree has shed And the bird has lost it's egg The heavy boxes are a burden now But have to march out of house The weaker ones would be thrown away The stronger ones will find a way My pain will never reach you But who cares about that So was your pain bigger But it's me who is writing the poem So don't haunt me with a new chapter You don't have the power to make me read I don't need your fake smiles anymore Instead...., grace me with a good night sleep #Einstestine#poetry#review Feelings can't be measured and compared. A friend thinks of a last message for his dead friend in form of a poetry at his funeral who has committed suicide. Though he feels an unimaginable pain, he still thinks it's his parents right to be in most pain for the moment so he expressed himself in this poetry but still mention his family first, at the end he couldn't control his pain and tells him that it hurts him more than anyone.

Your Sight... You came in my life like a blowing wind, Took my heart to the shore like those flowing rills, I saw your sight like a writer watches twilight, In the midst of your eyes I attained pure delight... You registered your name on the land of my heart, You pierced my heart like a moving dart, My being is mesmerised by your glowing fragrance, Like a devotee raptured by God's reminiscence... My entire being wants to assimilate in you, Like a ripple on the surface of ocean, The embers of my heart are revived by your shimmering sight, Like living life again became worthwhile... I am lost in you like sun and moon in eclipse, I crave for your sight like a man begging for life, Enchanting your name every moment like vedic hymns, I want to be a devotee dissolving in your eyes and feel your mollifying vibes... #san #review #poetry

ALL I KNOW OF YOU Was love supposed to be this? When my arms, All stretched out But never reach you. And my hands, Stays deprived Of holding yours. My finger shrinks In desperation To touch your skin. While just my body, Confesses its needs Shamelessly without denying. My poor heart sits lonely Releasing bubbles of emotions in a sigh. Till my helpless mind rides the high Intoxicated of you. And your thoughts Blames my stomach Of sheltering a zoo. This is what I know of love, through the year and a two. This is all I know of you. 26.08.2021 ©Pakhi #pm#poetry#Review#poemforhansen