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MY VANITY The stars, they are bright, But under my bed, is the darkest night. Tell me why tonight, These ink smudges seem to smile. And there the graphite smears, It smirks as if clouds ready to burst. O dear I don't like rain, I exclaimed. Why this night seems so wry, It makes me so worried. Stupid how stupid, This reality is so vapid. Now I conspire to bribe, These elements of life. Here is my vanity, In my prolonged bubble of insanity. Let me just stagnantly reside. ©Pakhi 19.03.2021 #pm#poetry#review#selfmuse

Death is the colour of empty skies. For whose sake, hence-forth, all his vowes be such, As what he loves may never like too much. ~ Ben Johnson. Sarthak died tonight. 1.06 am. N,N′-dimethyl-4,4′-bipyridinium dichloride. Methyl viologen. Paraquat. At first, he felt a burning sensation in his chest. This persisted for an hour or two. Then came the pain. As if somebody were ripping apart his lungs into shreds. It was a slow, painful death. By the time he was brought to the hospital, it was far too late. His parents rushed in to claim his corpse. “Suicide,” the doctor sighed. Indeed it was. They stared at each other, silent, knowing not what to say. What, if anything at all, were they entitled to say? For it all began back a year ago, when they suddenly decided things were not working out between them. Things weren’t working out at all. The skies that had once been the pink of dawn, abound in love and life, were graying now, and empty. Death is the colour of empty skies; what else could they do but seek out separation? It had been raining all night that night – the weather cold, bleak and bitter. The two had stood at the hallway like faint shadows. Silent, just like today, until one of them spoke. “So – ?” The latter, not knowing what else to reply, had gone on conceding on every point the former made. Until the discussion converged to the point of Sarthak, that is. On the question of Sarthak, neither would concede, obviously. What parent gives up their thirteen year old son? So they dragged the matter to court. Nobody asked Sarthak what he wanted. Not even once. Tonight, Sarthak is dead. He did not flutter. He did not make a sound. None of the two speak tonight. For now there is no point of conflict – now the petition will be withdrawn from court, and the marriage terminated by mutual agreement. SARTHAK DAS. Author Notes The names of the central character and the author of the story being identical is an unfortunate coincidence readers are requested to overlook. #sarthakdas#microfiction#review

Death is the colour of empty skies. "For whose sake, hence-forth, all his vowes be such, As what he loves may never like too much." ~ Ben Johnson. Sarthak died tonight. 1.06 am. N,N′-dimethyl-4,4′-bipyridinium dichloride. Methyl viologen. Paraquat. At first, he felt a burning sensation in his chest. This persisted for an hour or two. Then came the pain. As if somebody were ripping apart his lungs into shreds. It was a slow, painful death. By the time he was brought to the hospital, it was far too late. His parents rushed in to claim his corpse. “Suicide,” the doctor sighed. Indeed it was. They stared at each other, silent, knowing not what to say. What, if anything at all, were they entitled to say? For it all began back a year ago, when they suddenly decided things were not working out between them. Things weren’t working out at all. The skies that had once been the pink of dawn, abound in love and life, were graying now, and empty. Death is the colour of empty skies; what else could they do but seek out separation? It had been raining all night that night – the weather cold, bleak and bitter. The two had stood at the hallway like faint shadows. Silent, just like today, until one of them spoke. “So – ?” The latter, not knowing what else to reply, had gone on conceding on every point the former made. Until the discussion converged to the point of Sarthak, that is. On the question of Sarthak, neither would concede, obviously. What parent gives up their thirteen year old son? So they dragged the matter to court. Nobody asked Sarthak what he wanted. Not even once. Tonight, Sarthak is dead. He did not flutter. He did not make a sound. None of the two speak tonight. For now there is no point of conflict – now the petition will be withdrawn from court, and the marriage terminated by mutual agreement. SARTHAK DAS. Author Notes The names of the central character and the author of the story being identical is an unfortunate coincidence readers are requested to overlook. #sarthakdas#microfiction#review

<b>Death is the colour of empty skies</b> <i>For whose sake, hence-forth, all his vowes be such, As what he loves may never like too much.</i> ~ Ben Johnson. Sarthak died tonight. 1.06 am. N,N′-dimethyl-4,4′-bipyridinium dichloride. Methyl viologen. Paraquat. At first, he felt a burning sensation in his chest. This persisted for an hour or two. Then came the pain. As if somebody were ripping apart his lungs into shreds. It was a slow, painful death. By the time he was brought to the hospital, it was far too late. His parents rushed in to claim his corpse. “Suicide,” the doctor sighed. Indeed it was. They stared at each other, silent, knowing not what to say. What, if anything at all, were they entitled to say? For it all began back a year ago, when they suddenly decided things were not working out between them. Things weren’t working out at all. The skies that had once been the pink of dawn, abound in love and life, were graying now, and empty. Death is the colour of empty skies; what else could they do but seek out separation? It had been raining all night that night – the weather cold, bleak and bitter. The two had stood at the hallway like faint shadows. Silent, just like today, until one of them spoke. “So – ?” The latter, not knowing what else to reply, had gone on conceding on every point the former made. Until the discussion converged to the point of Sarthak, that is. On the question of Sarthak, neither would concede, obviously. What parent gives up their thirteen year old son? So they dragged the matter to court. Nobody asked Sarthak what he wanted. Not even once. Tonight, Sarthak is dead. He did not flutter. He did not make a sound. None of the two speak tonight. For now there is no point of conflict – now the petition will be withdrawn from court, and the marriage terminated by mutual agreement. Sarthak Das. <b>Author Notes</b> The names of the central character and the author of the story being identical is an unfortunate coincidence readers are requested to overlook. #theabsurdist#microfiction#review

There are days when I want to live my life But burden of responsibilities refrain me from this dive There are days when I want to act immature But the elevating age reminds me the end of childhood tenure Days where I want to ride all swings But the fear of world , hauling me from this doing Days where I want to chill , drinking beer with my friend But Monday being the next day , reminding me of the mundane office trend Days where I want to sing my heart out But fear that society might lodge complaint for being loud Days where I wish rolling freely in the floor Pranking others by ringing their bells at door Days where I wish to scare someone as if halloween Days where I want to ride in mountain and enjoy the serene Days where I don't want to be judged by my income and status Where it shouldn't bother anyone what's my apparel or apparatus Days where I can express my feelings on their face Days where for the sake of promotion, I don't have to make fib praise Days where I want to stand on cliff and shout my name Days where I want the thrill of breaking things followed by blame game Days where the stern look of world don't scare me anymore Days where I run far away from this life that is being dull and bore #mr#review#poetry

And one day in my eyes, Flashbacks ran so many lies, With them my soul sighs, Let's paint the sky with stars tonight. Only night knows the pain, How my innocence had a stain, With it my brain reminds, Let's paint the sky with stars tonight. Who had placed my thoughts on sale ? Bleeding with rue and guilt, With this my heart cries, Let's paint the sky with stars tonight. Hues of red and blues, Sensing each incident I went through, With this my body trembles, Let's paint the sky with stars tonight. Who had brought the midnight sky ? Dreams kept me to not die, With this my eyes shined, Let's paint the sky with stars tonight. Placed a name upon this night, One to set my heart alight, With this the darkness turned bright, Let's paint the sky with stars tonight. #review#nandini

I am relinquished Endeavoring to discover the authentic soul I stared myself in reflector My orifices gawked frigidly Concealing mysteries and darkness Orifices impeding the outpouring of tears My jaws are twirled Ceasing itself to chuckle Yearning to giggle Craving someone to believe her words Her spirit is broken Ravaged into chunks Substantiated flaws of mutiny Her heart mislay morality in herself Her marbles are sickened Full of suicidal notions Reminiscing about past brutal Those intolerable agonies of past She darted at her erratic wings Wings are halted and gawked awful She no protracted can glide She no lanky can perceive contentment She looked to discover accomplishment But herself being smashed by the world She gazed at her simmered face Full of blotches and gashes She dissembles a camouflage To suppress her darkness and anxieties She felt deserted in the world Her silhouette evacuated her secluded I gawk around me, The multicolored realm distorted into the twilight, Yanks rolls down from orifices, My gazes forfeited hope in myself, My orifices can't divulge anyone, There is no dawning anymore, There is darkness around me, I whimper, sob, and moan, No one to heed my songster, No one to heed my despair, Trauma in my endurance is intolerable, Stormy aura is whacking, I am dreading and twitching, I am repressing from this brutal world, I fear to doze, I fear to yearn My sanity is helpless to shirk the horrendous occurrence I was ravished, I was massacred by the abusive species of this world. My corpse is trimmed by full of blotches, My essence is deceased inside, My annexes are halted, I infer I cant fly again. My heart weeps when people around me compel me to perceive "invisible" I strived to wail for rectitude, My voice is dismissed, My voice now vanishes, My intellect is ample of suicidal reflections, I am lifeless inside, I succumbed when I was "raped". #review#poetry#ae

And we keep looking for those teeny tiny moments, Like waiting for time and it's laments, The only story that always remains the same, A seed you plant, and wait for it to grow. Yet hope is home you live in. Look over what you dreamt, Weave a web over mystery, Threads you try to sew into a cloth, Like ebb and flow of ocean's tide, Yet hope is home you live in. Under the sky, we all travel far, On roads of life, as ramblers, Look over dreams again, If needed give them wings, Yet hope is home you live in. Look over love, the one you want, Whispering mind, and departing away ? If yes, give them some wings, Help them fly and soar among their stars, Because hope is a home you live in. #review#nandini

Too many people, Too many shades, And I guess, These days, Everybody is fading. Less than a second, it takes for the people to fade away. In the mist, I don't know if with bliss or peace. Those nests, have all got incomplete and ruined. A father, a daughter, some of them being grandparents, this pandemic is leaving none. Were we being monsters to this heavenly earth ? Is this the result of our inability to see the hamartithia ? Days pass, and I see dead bodies of people thrown. And this, this is killing me every single second. I'm dying every single second. I'm halted in pieces as see a little girl questioning her mother that why did her father never return from the doctor. I'm left numb when I see those parents losing their little munchkins. I am shattered in bits and pieces as I see a 19 year old losing her only parent. I'm dying every single second. I search some smiles, but I, I find none. There is something in the air. It is polluted with fear, anguish, cries and mourns. My tears won't stop, I want them to cure. I'm in hatred with the word 'positive'. Every night, I pray, I pray to you, but why don't you listen anymore ? You take away my near and dear ones in just some mere seconds. Don't you love me, aren't we your children ? Don't you see pain of ours ? Now, I'm tired. My hands shake everytime I type, "May the person rest in peace." I lost my peace in pieces. I see myself dissected everyday. My nights have turned sleepless. I see those happy images of those dear persons, and then, then I see their bodies lying dead, as if they are asking me to help. I'm done. I'm done with this. I can't see anymore people dying due to lack of those oxygen cylinders or devoid of being treated. Why can't I help them ? I lie here, Helpless, Drowning with emotions, I can't see more deaths, I can't see more mourns and cries, Please help us, Forgive us for our crimes. ~Nandini #review #nandini

A Drowning man It's the undertow That hit me in my bed. In a moment, My life was out of my hands. One moment it's bright Other- I'm trying to turn on my lights, But life's made me blind. I fall, Crumple up on the floor. It's too heavy to bear this loss. I'm tossed across These wicked waves of grief. Drowning in my agony, I wish nothing but love. But where did that go? Lost in the void of this deadly snow. #tm#poetry#review

Daily Routine comes under the category of Self discipline. When you woke up in the morning, Don't forget to make your bed because A Small Action Can Make A Big difference In Our Life. Do whatever you like, It can be of anything (Reading, writing, listening ,doing some handicrafts, and so on...) I always strongly believe in Dr. APJ.Abdul kalam's words (The Missile Man of India) "YOU CANNOT CHANGE YOUR FUTURE BUT IF YOU CAN CHANGE YOUR HABITS SURELY, HABITS WILL CHANGE YOUR FUTURE". If you want to change your future, just have an effective habit. Do a things which are too singnificant for your growth. Make the habit of learning everyday because learning is the constant and continuing process. Listen to your favourite music or podcast to get rid outta your boredom. Don't make any excuses. just be stick to your good decision, good thoughts, and good habits. The main significant thing, Whatever you do, do with love and dedication. When you fall in love in doing something, It will shape your thoughts and make you to feel more courageful,Confident and satiable.(lovable towards to you too). 'WE ARE WHAT WE REPEATEDLY DO. EXCELLENCE, THEN, IS NOT AN ACT, BUT A HABIT'. THANK YOU FOR GIVING YOUR PRECIOUS TIME. DO LIKE ,COMMENT AND SHARE MY DEAR FRIENDS #review

AN ARTICLE ABOUT SELF LOVE AND TIPS TO DEVELOP IT. In this article, I have discussed about self Love and some important tips to develop it. * MEANING OF SELF LOVE. * TIPS TO DEVELOP THE SELF LOVE : * STOP THE COMPARISON. * TALK TO YOURSELF. * BE WITH POSITIVE PEOPLE. * MAKE DAILY ROUTINES. MEANING OF SELF LOVE :- In this generation, Self love should be taught. Self love is something so precious. It has the power to make your soul Ambitious, Brave, Calm, Faithful and Delightful. Self love is all about accepting the yourself as you are! and which leads you to mould yourself to get the better version. It is the thing that will never seek someone's attention and gives freedom to your soul to do what you want in your life without worrying what other's speak about you. Love yourself then only you will be loved by others. 'DEMONSTRATE LOVE BY GIVING IT, UNCONDITIONALLY TO YOURSELF'. 'AND AS YOU DO, YOU WILL ATTRACT OTHERS INTO YOUR LIFE WHO WILL LOVE YOU WITHOUT CONDITIONS'. * TIPS TO DEVELOP THE SELF LOVE :- * STOP THE COMPARISON :- The nature of law itself says that, 'There is no comparison between the Sun and the Moon, They shine when its their time' . So stop compare your present situation with someone's present situation because you both have different question paper. 'The more you compare yourself with others, the more you will get low on self esteem' which probably leads to anxiety disorder and depression. Instead of focus on others, you should focus on yourself to be the confederate. When you stopped compare yourself with others, You will begin to grow no matter what! just be chill. you are a one in a kind, you are a unique person forever, you are smart and adorable and you are going to be the irreplaceable forever. "REAL CHANGE WILL COME WHEN YOU FOCUS ON YOURSELF". * TALK TO YOURSELF :- Some psychiatrist says that, talking to ourselves is the best method to boost our self-Esteem or self confidence. Friends! Trust me, It will really work. I always would love to do this method when I'm lacking my confidence. It worked for me so when you are feeling lack of Self confidence or low on Self-Esteem just talk positively to yourself. say like this, I'm a Strong person, I have the potential to achieve whatever I want in my life, I'm the most cutest and smartest one in this world and so on.... The Gentle Reminder is : you should not say anything negatively about yourself because your mind will react to it. Always have positive affirmation in your life then You will reach peak for sure. Be grateful for everything. "HAVE YOU REALIZED THAT MOST OF YOUR UNHAPPINESS IN LIFE IS DUE TO THE FACT THAT YOU ARE LISTENING TO YOURSELF INSTEAD OF TALKING TO YOURSELF". * BE WITH POSITIVE PEOPLE:- Positive people will always encourage and motivate you .They make you to feel very comfortable in every seconds of time. Choose people wisely. Always surround yourself with positive people. Share ideas as much as you can. Discuss alot of things with them. Enjoy every moment in life. The most important thing Don't forget to spread the positivity as much as you can! because the more you spread,the more you will get back. It will definitely help you to the best of yourself. The happiness which you will get outta it is really unmeasurable. "MAKE A CONSCIOUS EFFORT TO SURROUND YOURSELF WITH POSITIVE, NOURISHING AND UPLIFTING PEOPLE- PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE IN YOU, ENCOURAGE YOU TO GO AFTER YOUR DREAMS AND APPLAUD YOUR VICTORIES". * MAKE A DAILY ROUTINE :- ............ #review