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Sweet were our snaps, Etched forever in my mind like the city maps. Laying down in the sun, Together the walks we had were fun. Separate we always made a mess, Together everyone can guess. Our tale were the envies of the fairies, But now all left are the memories; These are now buried treasure, Which are priceless beyond measure ©Adi #review

Drizzles It’s drizzling Over the half-furrowed field A frog jumps, happy and thrilled. It’s drizzling On the leaves of dark green colour An yellow bee feasts on a flower. It’s drizzling Over the lone banyan tree A squirrel in the nest sits carefree. It’s drizzling on the brick-red rooftops Two girls sing and dance in blue tops. #poem#review#Florence

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Our talk in life In the morning, we tend to have a talk Little do we talk about, every talk Often, not often, because of time to talk Vaporising, always we are, 'cause of life Ending the circle, worrying about our talk Yes, to meet is to wait for the chance of life Onto such a connection, patience in life Uncertainty, how we got to know in life? #review

You are a mirror, a mirror, my dear. I look into the mirror and I see myself ugly, impassive, and numb. But your surface is a little humped, I noticed. I see my hands, are slender, and body weak everytime I stop before you. Why is it that I cannot see my heart and mind in it. Shall I stop seeing you? #review#a snippet

It started with harmless banter. A back and forth of wits and funny remarks Sandwiched between all of that was intelligence, the kind I like But I brush it aside, I have been there before and nothing good ever comes of it We continue our ping pong of words Words turn into sentences Sentences began to have meanings Meaningful conversations expose the values which you hold dear Similar to the values I hold dear It is too much of a coincidence So I lift my eyes up to see who is behind these words I see you. Yes you…. In all totality The content and the container all mashed up into one perfect being You may call me naïve but I think you are perfect for me As I am for you I start to dream. You have unlocked a part of me I had lost hope of ever opening I can almost touch the future This is it, finally I mean, what could stop this moving train? When I am with you, I feel you in my insides Your voice permeating every echo chamber Your eyes piercing the void left by fate and life I placed myself on the altar of love Gave up the ghosts of lovers past Reborn into your arms I’m all yours for the taking So why aren’t you taking me? I feel the hesitancy It’s written all over your face Worry lines drawing a sad picture I am not to have this dream I crave You didn’t need to say anything The silence was deafening Whatever the reason might be is inconsequential I have been left hanging yet again My sacrifice of love not accepted Not enough Darkness wins yet again The light retreats The door firmly shut It is cold all over I’m back to an all so familiar place I have been here before and I knew nothing good ever comes of it I thought you’d be different A dream come true Alas! You’re not to be I have come to say my goodbyes I am at peace with my foe You smile and tell me everything will be alright I know this is true Because while that door is locked And guarded closely by the darkness that so envelopes me There’s light and love behind it Waiting to burst like a pressurized can To shower a deserving person Drenching and drowning them in all the love I can offer So I know I will be alright It is you I worry about. #review#poetry#ja

Am mere clay.... This is what I was taught I was built at their will, I was to be destroyed at their ought.... But if I was mere clay Just like a pot..... Why do I have feelings?? Why I feel the urge to cry a lot??? I have a conscience.... I have my own thoughts..... If I was to be confined I would have been animal of some sort.... So, am free....... Just like the air... I'll slip out Like sand from their fists....... If they don't care Afterall I am much more than just clay I am an idea which matters a lot...... To me..... #ocean #review

#review#short The look in her eyes, those nuances I used to read in them. Now they give me shivers. Now I close mine in peace. -from my black diary

Spare me a kiss #review#Abhijit#poetry You know, it still feels as if the first time we met was nature’s ploy. The looks of yours were nothing less from the ‘Helen of Troy’. I experienced that day Einstein’s General theory of relativity, The moment my gaze was upon you, everything stopped for me. Your words were some cadence, A music so soothing that my ears dies to hear. Your elegance so pristine and pure. Many times, I thought someday I would lose you, oh dear! That cursed day came when she was about to leave me. I wish we could spend a little more time together. A little more laugh, A bit more of joy, If time will ever be sold, I would squander all to buy. Ever wondered the despair I would have to go through, So, give me something I remember my whole life. Leave me something to hold on to, Spare me a kiss, would you? For the sake of love, we have between us, let me ask for something Let me have the taste of your lips, Let me drink the tears at your cheeks, Let me have some final instances of my ecstasy.

with the flame of desire it's hard to remain still but no amount can char the thin fabric beneath yet it drives many toward the flame of hell #AhmadMusa#review#poem

Im trapped in this nightmare,is it my premonition that tends to behold my suspicion?the waves are still engulfed into the darkness,but cant afford to be snared by myriads of sizzling thoughts that take hold of my soul,do i know where i am ?or i may be sinking in the mire trying to find every single hole that could find me way,but alas! My faith still makes me reminisce on the kind of colours i choose. #review #linville

Nights either end too quickly or carry on for far too long- it's the always-present unwillingness to accept that things have to end, have to finish, have to disappear in eternity. The creatures, they come out at dusk, full of unanswered yearning within their souls, searching, in hopeful desperation pushing the façade of good times still to be had. Drops of poison remaining on the strained, painted lips, and powders disappear through the rolled-up notes into the nostrils. Long enough and everyone starts getting lost in the moment of these Dionysian nights. Masks start to slip off, falling to the sticky floor covered in sick and expectations. The works of art carved in stone start to crumble like granite. The horror lies not in strangers seeing you for the beautiful mess you are; it's the inevitable face off in the mirror with a naked reflection of a subdued mind. Fear stripped the outer layer of paint, leaving a defenceless medley of colours, rust and raw emotions; this swaying creature that's supposed to be you, having fun, is just you – confused and unsure of who you are any more. All you do know is what you don't want – to spend your life as a shadow. You know that a night spent embracing a stranger is better than a stranger night alone. #review#shortstory#whatever