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You push me up to explore the highs, And drag me down to search the lows, When I'm tired and think it's enough, You come up again with so much more, Why do I need the highs and lows, To live and be noticed and to fit. I don't wanna fly or don't wanna dig in, I just want a little ground to sit. I wanna gaze the blue sky and feel the green grass, Instead of chasing them because you want, I want my little life to be a sweet lullaby, Not a dreadful dream that haunts. The intermediate makes me happy, I feel beautiful being average among all, No hell no heaven is what I need, I just need ground to have a good stroll. #review #poetry #maans @IWRITESOMTIMES

WORLD MAP May night. Outside, the dark storm prowls like a border patrol van. I sleep uneasily, my eyes fall on the world map, hung in the living room wall. And lo ! All the continents have disappeared, carried away like autumn leaves. The oceans are now oceans of absence, and this entire map - a map of ghostly emptiness. Full of terror and dread inside, I drag myself closer to that naked map, put my ears to it. And straining hard, I heard again that deep ancient humming filling a mother’s womb, the same humming that holds together the oceans. Geography blurred into pre-history blurred into biology. Just that humming, some sort of a starting point. #review#fz#poetry

She had new red shoes and egyptian eyes; and my heart. She liked poems & chocolates & surprises; and my smile. She wore a blouse that matched her shoes and eyes; and she . . . was married #review

EAVESDROPPING The banal, midnight architecture of this high-rise building suddenly enlivened by the inspired sounds of crashing saucers followed by the raised, accusative tone of a man in rage, matched sharply by a feminine voice, quivering & high-pitched, in turn, the machine gun of their mouths firing everywhere and nowhere, invisible blood splattered across the living room walls; after about ten minutes, a low hush descends upon the floor, and one hears only the occasional screech of an elevator ferrying the late-night home comers up and down the apartment, like a weaving loom shuttle, even as the wounded couple curl up to their separate beds, tossing and turning uneasily, each unsure, whether to regard all of this as a proof of love or its absence. #review

The man who desperately craves love is just like any other man. There's no particular adjective of shame or kindness to associate with him. Love is natural. Love is attractive. I desperately crave love. Hers would be the best. It is familiar. It is known. I know her smell. I know the intonation of her voice. I know how tight she grips. I know what she likes. I know when she was born. I know what her voice sounds like echoing in the compartment of Delhi metro. But as she used to say it's not like time won't make us forget it. It's not like it was permanent. New things will come along. I tried to desperately not desperately crave love. But I have now come to realise to crave love is what nature wants. I could force myself to not crave it but it would be unnatural. As unnatural as a fish swimming upstream. Nature takes it course and nature will always take it's course. So idc. I want to love. I want to be loved. And I want to ride the Delhi metro in love once more. #review#nirma#poetry

I'd kiss her cheek. I'd feel the bump that she makes when she smiles. Withdraw myself to look her in the eyes with her pupils dilated and her lips curving slowly to form a smile made for me. I'd see my own reflection in her eyes. My own pupils dilating in her dilated pupils. My own lips forming a smile as they get closer to touch her smiling lips. The air filling itself with a heavy blanket under which only us two exist now. No sound penetrating us. No outside world being a part. Only us two in the grazing of our skins, feeling each other's sadness and sorrows mixing together into desire as we become one to be one. To withdraw from this moment would be criminal. To withdraw from her would be disastrous. I don't want to leave her. I don't want the air to have a space between us. I want to feel her skin so long our temperatures become one and the sensation that this isn't a part of me vanishes. I want to see her smile. I want to hear her whisper with it's soft high and soft lows in its quietened sincerity. I want to paint her. I want to write her. I want to sing her. I want to be hers. Why did it have to be too late? #review#nirma#poetry

Me and Her! Once there was time We used to be together From the dawn To the dusk till down. We liked to see Countless stars, And shy moon Under the sky Of midnight town. Hot summer days Or icy winter night, Pain of rain or Pleasant spring, We always walk Holding each others Relying hand Side by side. I was her heaven And she was my oxygen If I were Lines of a page Then she would be Highlighter in them. Now everything In life Is upside down Love has turned Into a mess And the river Is dead From where we come. Today Me and Her Neither lovers, Nor friends We are Just strangers With broken Heart And twilight Memories That will fade. #poetry#review#tony

It's summer in the north Yet the land is muddy, From tears of sorrow Raining season had left for long Yet the sky isn't silent The screams are deafening Fear, despair and grief Has petrified people Into walking clouds O Lord, we admit our sins Grace us with peace You are the Oft-Forgiving #poem#review#AhmadMusa

You may not be able to see me with your naked eyes Just know that my soul and blessings are always by your side This world is a beautiful place and my morals you imbibe will forever be your guide I know you are going through trauma Wishing your heart out if here was your momma The day bleeds for you into nightfall I feel terrible to not be there to help you through it all But ,remember my teaching son that told you to be firm and brave You will overcome your devils no matter how much they are grave But please don't let that tear slide through your eye My soul gets shattered inch by inch whenever i see you cry For if it would be in my hands, i had made your all troubles ban But heaven sent my child is now a capable man For he has grown enough to deal with all the deeds Jubilant i am seeing the growing tree of morality out of my seeds. #mr#poetry#review

I knew a girl who liked to draw, Pictures for only her eyes. She was more artistic late at night. Her drawings were different, No paper, No pen. But she needed a bandage, And wore long sleeves twenty-four/seven. We stood by the river, Under the stars, When she rolled up her sleeves And showed me her scars. She felt embarrassed and stared at her shoe. Then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered, "I draw too." #review#yourreview#noob

Will u? Will u sit next to me? While I play your favourite song on the guitar, Without u my darling, I'm like a lonely star. Wandering somewhere in the sky, All the mistakes that I made, Won't u rectify? Can't stay away from u, No matter how hard I try, Darling will u kiss me tonight? Will u capture me within your sight? When I'll say those 3 magical words, Down on my knees underneath the moonlight. Will u accept my flowers? Baby will you dance with me for hours? While we get drenched, Dancing in the mighty showers. Will u give your hands in mine? Baby will u be my lifeline? The way I touch u, Will always make u feel fine. #review#poetry

Like a beam of light, You were guiding my way, In an abyss marked with darkness and perils, To a brighter day. Until it got blocked by the cloud, Until the sun went down, When my face turned pale, Causing a total breakdown. I sunk deeper in the abyss, I sunk deeper in my past, Having flashbacks of those good old memories, Which were easier to reminisce. #review#San#sonnet