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"Realist Writes" Realist writes what is pure Pain, sufferings and endure Source of remedy and cure Followed by naive and mature A poet depicts clear picture Of past, present and future Create a sense of secure For all disable and injure ~ Realist Writes #review#realist#poem

"Poets and People" Poets put life in words Pens their magic swords Simple lines leave marks In the dark, bright sparks People are not so simple Faces with sweet dimple Fake smiles on cold masks Alive or dead, no one asks ~ Realist Writes #poem#realist#review

Bottled lightening, fallen stars, Dancing butterflies and singing soul, What are these little half expressions, To express your love so fulfilling and whole. I'm pouring ink like a maniac, For a love that made me sane, Loving in my intermediate ways, Forgetting the boon or bane. I'll pour till my paper is all wet, And with it I'll wipe your dry hand, Stain you in my transparent ink, In colors only we will Bottled lightening, fallen stars, Dancing butterflies and singing soul, What are these little half expressions, To express your love so fulfilling and whole. I'm pouring ink like a maniac, For a love that made me sane, Loving in my intermediate ways, Forgetting the boon or bane. I'll pour till my paper is all wet, And with it I'll wipe your dry hand, Stain you in my transparent ink, In colors only we willunderstandunderstand ~ Maansi #review #poetry #maans

"Poetry" Poetry is not play of words It is universe full of worlds Each word has strong gravity Power to spread the positivity Poetry is sight for blinds A wisdom in rare minds Poetry is voice of dumbs Excitement for all numbs ~ Realist Writes #poem#realist#review

The Mysterious Voice Lying under the scintillating Moon, I heard dulcet tones from a distant, An ethereal voice of a soprano, Of what the stars being a testament. The susurrus of the zephyr, That conflated with the frequencies of the voice, Adorning the beauty of the melody, Leaving me with an ephemeral rejoice. I proceeded to follow the origin, Before it began to become evanescent, And I froze for a second to what was overwhelming, Being a victim of such an idyllic event. Soon when the aurora arrived, And the sunlight aurified the dark realm of the sky, It was me who was still wondering, To what was rather difficult to deny. Was it a beautiful dream? Or was it true? As I sat there wondering, Until the darkness further grew. #review#poetry#San

~MUM~ I held her hand, and she looked at me with awe I would paint my handprints on every wall I'd know Spring and autumn, around the changing seasons i grew She kept me in her arms and all my dreams came true Kissed my palm, before she sang me to sleep They say "Nothing lasts forver", but her love was way too deep I was all grown up, didn't need her help to cross the street, my friends would all laugh, as if holding her hand was my greatest defeat I'd ask her to leave, if anywhere I was near my school, She asked why, and I told her it doesn't look very cool, I cared a lot about what "somebody" would say, but it was her who taught me, that "somebody" was just me I sat by her side, and our hands are of the same size, but her knuckles are all pale, and it leaves me with a teary eye Her fingers would all swell, as the winter air grew cold, In all these years, she gave her hands too much to hold, One day, i found those handprints i made when i was two Wish I could go back, when her hands were the only thing i knew. ~HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY :) #review #poem #mothersday

THE PAWPAW TREE Outside my window I see a burdened tree with fruity dreams. With a billion places to go yet rooted in one spot. Its pain, its stunted spine. Bent by the weights that alleviate another's pains. I see it's sweat, I see its tears. Sticky white snakes gliding down it's sides. I see the curse of abundance. The tears of the blessed Enveloped in the darkness of isolation. Waiting for the one in the shade to offer a trade of place. Hoping someone would understand. Hoping one would care. Outside my window, I see myself. Maybe in another world. But still, I see a burdened tree with fruity dreams. With a billion places to go yet rooted in one spot. #MA#poetry#review

Tree of Spirits There is a world far beyond our own, Where there is a tree and not a soul. Planted on the dark side of the horizon It harbors the spirits lost in tragedies Struggling to find a place in Heaven. When the moon sneaks above the sky Looking like a black orb without radiance, Looms out of the dark clouds with a sneer, Then the tree glows in vibrant colors With smoky hues of red, green and blue Forming a grim nimbus around it. This grotesque spectacle is conjured By the occult of witches and warlocks For the souls try to take forms of the past In a hellish way to liberate themselves From the leash of branches entwined Within the hideous trunk from which Beautiful faces and rotten skulls and Mortified eyes peer into the darkness In a despairing search for a glimpse Of something that breathes. (c) Amit Herlekar #freeverse#review

Feelings Feelings;sometimes mixed while sometimes crystal clear, Sometimes genuine while sometimes made up, But for u they were always there, And will stay there forever. Even if u rip off my heart, Still it will feel for u, And will continue to feel, Till the very second it stops to beat. The moment it stops to beat, Just conclude that u scribbled on the pages of my life, By the pen of your apathy, With my blood in lieu of the ink. In the way the worth of a book can't be determined, Solely by its mere cover, Similarly the amount of pain can't be determined, By merely reading a poem composed by a broken lover. #review#San#poetry

#review#iwritesometimes#loverhyme I met a girl who was like an open book, Wanting to be read from the very start, Someone who’d flick through her every page , And tie again the strings of her very heart, So I peeked into her ribcage, Holding my brittle pieces in my hands, From the girl I once gave my heart to, My soul’s revolt who could never understand We were both left with empty spaces, Within us our past self was no more, And we let our souls feel each other's touch, Like waves embracing the sea shore She kept spilling out all her stories, Until She melted from head to her toes, And I stood ablaze before her eyes, With no judgement or asking the cause Too soon she ran out of paper and ink, But her words found a home on the skin of mine, As she inked down her final story, With the love that poured down my spine Together we learnt a lesson, Of how sometimes things fall apart, To make way for better things, Which leaves a solid thud on your heart So next time when the rain hits the ground, Do not run reaching out for cover, Just stand and smell the petrichor, You'll find an umbrella held by a broken lover ! ~ IWRITESOMETIMES | Maansi :) I love you Maansi :) @Maansiibajaj

There are a few ancient lakes exist somewhere on earth, governed by a very specific and fearful shoal of fish. No one cared to clean the lakes for millennia, and the entire school of fish was taught to live inside those lakes and love the pond they belong to. If a fish somehow happened to clean the pond, despite all the resistance, it shall then be required to dig a tunnel that'd connect the pond with the river and eventually to the sea and then the ocean. Why? To maintain the sanctity of water and the life that dwells in it, a purpose more prominent than the lake itself. Water with no medium to flow through collects dirt, breeds disease causing insects, and eventually dries out with time. Now, if the lakes are still considered "holistic" regardless of how filthy they have become over time, the creatures living inside the lakes will eventually become immune to it. Over time, no one will realize the toxicity they live in and that there's a whole different dimension to the quality of life way beyond those lakes. If somehow managed to escape the pond, a few creatures unquestionably create a possibility for others to create a life full of freedom, like Nemo and Dory. But such creatures are endangered because the danger is always great for fish that directly challenge the status quo. Despite all the challenges, the age-old altruistic creation drives a few fish to do their bit to bring the much-needed transformation in their surroundings. Creating a tunnel and connecting the lake to the river, the sea, and eventually to the oceans will open a whole different world to swim through and explore the vastness of consciousness and the life where consciousness resides. #review#philosophy

UNFAIR hanging on the rusty wall nail, my sad wrinkled trousers wondering what kind of an accident it must've been to leave them feeling so amputated and me so soundly asleep #review#fz#poetry