Pensive|

Beautifully broken She left when you needed her, But you stood her up alone before when she needed you. You say karma is a b*tch, Maybe this is your karma hitting you. Love is a beautiful word, Equally the worst feeling. Those who want never find it, Those who get it never value it. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, love is beautiful, everyone told her. She loved me, and me alone, Now, we are stranded alone. Playing with her feelings, I broke her heart into pieces, Now we stay apart, Wounds can be healed but not the broken heart. ©Asura #review#feedback#poem

HaikuHaiku A blooming red rose With raindrops like pearls Blushes like a bride. #review#haiku#Florence

#shortstory#shortstory #review#review #Florence#Florence A Little SquirrelA Little Squirrel It was one of those days when you could find me on the balcony sitting cross-legged on a chair, occasionally tapping my head with a pen and, of course, with an empty mind and an empty page. You could see me gazing into the distance, trying to invoke my muse. Staring at the plain sky didn’t help. I looked around; not a soul in sight, not even the fluttering of a butterfly could be heard. I was hopelessly lost. Not that I’m a great writer experiencing a writer’s block but a novice whose writing skills are still in an embryonic stage. It seemed like everything in the universe was plotting against me. “Ah, blame the universe now! You are always deprived of ideas. I have been waiting forever to see at least one word on that paper,” he quipped when I shared my thoughts. He is such a grinch, I must say. Here I am, trying to move heaven and earth and look at him, leaving me in the lurch. “Hey, thanks! You are so supportive!” I frowned in dismay. “Well, what’s with the negativity? Lift the veil of your eyes and glance around. Look into nature; you have everything you are looking for. Only you have to seek and find them. You should know that it won’t be plain sailing. Always remember that,” and he left. He always tends to skedaddle every time after giving free advice because he hates to be in a situation where I pour every blame on him even if he does nothing. I determined to look around for ideas to come and seek me. “Oh, no, it should be the other way around,” I reminded myself. Right in front of the balcony was a jackfruit tree. Nature was bountiful enough to weigh it down with ample fruits. I noticed a little squirrel squeaking and scanning the tree before lying upside down, like a gymnast, on a ripened fruit and started feasting on it. The incessant screeching of the crickets could be heard from a distance as if they wouldn’t let the poor little squirrel have a peaceful meal. While my eyes were feasting on the squirrel feasting on the jackfruit, a giant squirrel jumped out of nowhere and scared the little one off, which was too chicken to start a fight. It climbed up, hid behind the leaves and waited for the big one to go back. Unfortunately, it had to wait forever to climb down and fill his tummy. “Why didn’t he choose any other fruits as there were thousands of them? I don’t know. Why did the big one choose this fruit in particular while there were thousands of them? I don’t know.” “You don’t know what?” returned he intending to taunt me. That’s when I realised that I was speaking aloud. “Still staring at blank?” he continued. I punched him in the hand and pulled him closer. I recounted the events to him. He chuckled, knowing that my only concern was about that one jackfruit that both the squirrels feasted upon and not how I overlooked his self will and also how the poor little one held his hunger till he could get hold of the fruit again. “See, everyone is free to choose anything they like. And, I loved how it was resolute in holding on to the one he chose at first and how he remained calm even in adversities. What matters is he didn’t give up easily. We should learn from him,” explained he. Exactly! Even though that thought didn’t cross my mind, I learnt a great lesson from that tiny creature. Feeling happy, I took my pen to write about the little squirrel.

Billions of galaxies.., Trillions of Stars.., Yet the universe is Dark.., But you be in your Arc.., Find your shining Star.., Which brighten your Scar. 💫 #review #Cv

ONCE LOVED... Guess I didn't love myself enough to see how much I loved you. I don't really miss him. Rather I miss myself when I was with him. The way my heart pounds when I look at him. The way my mouth can't compose a word when I talk to him. The way my head hallucinates a life with him. The way I used to believe in magic. The way I used to see rainbows in the dark. The way I used to think I could catch stars. The way I believe love can conquer all. So yeah I miss myself when I was with him. The more I loved him, the more it damaged me when I was not in love with him anymore. The harder it is to get back to the old me. Bites by bites. Piece by piece. As long as all that reminding is dust of yesterday. Which will be there for the rest of my life. #That G!rl... #review#lifelessons

You never know with whom you red string of fate is connected to. They may be right in front of you for your whole life, but you fail to recognize them, until the right moment. It just takes a moment to fall in love, but a lifetime to maintain it. "I told you, you can't escape me baby. Your fate has been entangled with me since that day." Kim Yoona was shocked by the words uttered by Lee Jihun. He sounded so controlling and cold. He wasn't like this before. But after that day, everything changed between them. This is my second novel. I've just written a chapter, but I need reviews and suggestions. #review

The death bell resounds, Awakening the fiends while taversing the dungeons, To the doomsday has arrived, Opposing to comply from aeons. Begging for mercy from Azrael, Concealing beneath the tapestries, Treading on the steep alleys, Shrunk & turned pale like winter leaves. Alleys leading to an unsolicited realm, Leaving behind footprints of a lone traveller, Recalling the good memories of the past, A yearning to resurrect that lasts forever. #review#poem#San

MyselfMyself I stood there like a lifeless lighthouse Ashore the vast and furious ocean Beckoned by the turquoise potion Which I chose to not drink and drowse I looked back to find myself Once a beacon of hope and mirth To the lost wanderers of the earth Now I feel dragged down by a dark elf I stood there amid the starless sky With no company but bitter thoughts Where I kept untangling the knots Of my unburied past with a deep sigh I look forward to find myself A rekindled flame, never to waver Never to die out, burning forever An illuminated soul and rejuvenated self. #poem#review#Florence

Time will tell Time was a foe of mine. I always thought it was against me. I never accepted its decisions, Or that it was just doing what it was supposed to. It flew, it flowed, it ran and it stood still as well, But it was always a foe. I was afraid that it will put me in place once it tells itself. Time became a friend of mine. I started trusting it. It brought me to a good place. It healed me by making me realize that, It was just doing its job. It flew, it flowed, it ran and it stood still as well. It was finally a friend. I was happy as I saw better things once it told itself. Time has become a frenemy of me. I trust it but sometimes I am scared of it. I ponder, what if in doing what it is supposed to, I wonder, what if its job takes it all away from me. It flies, it flows, it runs and it stands still as well. It will hurt and care, together, Like a bittersweet memory. I am confused to give in to it. However, with this fear, I am curious as well. Curious to find out what more possibilities it has stored in for me, Which other happy moments it will give me, What other hardships it will make me face. Because in the end, it is just living upto its name. To fly, to flow, to run and to stand still. So, I am at peace with it. I have decided to be with it. I know I am scared but still I will have faith in it. Because I know one day, Time will tell me another story. Another chapter to add to my life. So, I am just waiting for time to tell, A sweet lullaby or a harsh reality. Whatever it will be, I am sure I will be ready to experience it. Because no one tells better stories than TIME. #review#poetry#kp

#review#kp#poetry Time Will Tell Time was a foe of mine. I always thought it was against me. I never accepted its decisions, Or that it was just doing what it was supposed to. It flew, it flowed, it ran and it stood still as well, But it was always a foe. I was afraid that it will put me in place once it tells itself. Time became a friend of mine. I started trusting it. It brought me to a good place. It healed me by making me realize that, It was just doing its job. It flew, it flowed, it ran and it stood still as well. It was finally a friend. I was happy as I saw better things once it told itself. Time has become a frenemy of me. I trust it but sometimes I am scared of it. I ponder, what if in doing what it is supposed to, I wonder, what if its job takes it all away from me. It flies, it flows, it runs and it stands still as well. It will hurt and care, together, Like a bittersweet memory. I am confused to give in to it. However, with this fear, I am curious as well. Curious to find out what more possibilities it has stored in for me, Which other happy moments it will give me, What other hardships it will make me face. Because in the end, it is just living upto its name. To fly, to flow, to run and to stand still. So, I am at peace with it. I have decided to be with it. I know I am scared but still I will have faith in it. Because I know one day, Time will tell me another story. Another chapter to add to my life. So, I am just waiting for time to tell, A sweet lullaby or a harsh reality. Whatever it will be, I am sure I will be ready to experience it. Because no one tells better stories than TIME.

There are a million reasons to go, And a million arguments can be made. But I'll find that one excuse to stay, And won't let our moment fade. I stay tired but still I wander, To collect flowers and leaves all day, To keep on my desk and write about them, And share them with you when you're away. I stay strong and loud all day, Stay persistent in everything I do. Keep laughing till my eyes become wet, And laugh again on my moments with you. There are a lot of fall outs sometimes, But I keep them safe in a jar with me. When you smile I take them out, And fix them back the way they used to be. I'm scared I'll mess things up or, Maybe won't even be there to clean, But will love you with everything I have, In little ways seen or unseen. @IWRITESOMTIMES #review #poetry #mans

Bring me back. When all of this is over Let's meet Across the street that cradled us In her soft sweet trees And warm yellow lights Let's have those candies Of colours bright Walk along those lanes familiar Past our known smiles And known songs Of neighbour and her pet Blushing at our crush's sight And sighing by our auntie's gaze Past the temple bell and past the call of mosque Past all that the past had Past our life that passed away When all of this is over Let's laugh and cry And grin with somber At the fate of fleeting time. ~Soleha #lazypen#review#poetry