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I'm done You sown the seed of love in my heart's soil, You nurtured it, And when it started developing, You left me in a turmoil. You inserted the thoughts, Of trust and intimacy in my brain, And when it began to embrace them, You left me with much reasons to explain. I happily gave u all what u ever wanted, Without asking u for none, But before even I could create any difference, You left me all alone with no hopes to return. Enough now......I'm done. #review#San#poetry

NEEDLE (PART 1) (Do try to guess the climax, I have tried to make it as messy as possible) Rosie swiftly passed by the passage drawing the curtains to prevent the darkness from creeping in. It was late in the night, wind was whistling in the outdoors . Rosie was napping sweater sitting comfortably on a soft-feathery sofa. The house was rather an upper middle class dwelling, the sofa which was initially white has now tainted itself with dust. The place was a little manic, disturbed -the reason was Rosie, she couldn't bring herself to clean the room. Her rounded belly alarmed her to have some snacks. It is a duty of a mother to eat healthy special at such a tender stage of pregnancy. She carried herself to the kitchen-took a spicy bag of potato chips from an old and rusted box-and came back on the sofa. The fire in the chamber was on the verge of dying, but she was reluctant to go and add some logs.She was anxiously waiting for her husband. It was their routine her husband would work from six in the dusk to six in the dawn. Rosie admired his hard work by rewarding him with his favorite dishes every now and then. It was something odd today, she looked a but nervous, maybe out of her pregnancy. Every Other woman complains about this, especially in the early months. Every now and then she looked at the hanging clock, with every passing minute she became a little more worried. Someone knocked at the door, forcing her out of her reverie, she got up as she knew it was the time . "Hey darling come on, you are already late, I hope you would at least have dinner and go, won't you? " ,Rosie said to her husband. She knew somewhere hard sure that he won't say, that he would add, " I am too tired, I will wash heat up and go" "I will have a glass of drink," He said. Rosie felt a little odd, she thought the work pressure is high - winters are a hardship she knew. The man was dressed in a brown cosy coat, with a leather bag in his hand. A constant frown was balanced at his head.He was breathing hard, with a quivering voice he said, " Get me the drink quickly I have to go" Rosie hurried herself to the kitchen, her hands were trembling a bit out of nervousness, she wanted to make a call to her husband but he was too tired to help her. She wanted him out of all his Misery. Roise knew that ice was not a good option in such bitter weather but she didn't even think a second before, she added it! . "Take it honey" she said handing him the glass,she didn't bother to look in his eyes. "Had a rough day? " "Kind of " Disappointment giving way to concern, " I will leave soon" He said. For a long time there was utter silence, Rosie comforted herself on the sofa and began netting again. After having the last sip, his husband sat back and took a long breath . It looked like an effort to relax him from some heart eating stress. He did break the silence by adding," Why are you sewing this? " Rosie was a bit shocked at this question. She didn't wanted to answer. She wanted to say, "this little sweater won't fit you at least" But she rather replied, "It's for OUR baby" He asked her for the sweater, it was so small that it was smaller than his palm. Give me those needles he Quivered and asked. He had begun to feel a little Breathless by then. #paininlife#Story#review

NEEDLE (I need your comment on this story, so whoever is reading this kindly review this) Rosie swiftly passed by the passage drawing the curtains to prevent the darkness from creeping in. It was late in the night, wind was whistling in the outdoors . Rosie was napping sweater sitting comfortably on a soft-feathery sofa. The house was rather an upper middle class dwelling, the sofa which was initially white has now tainted itself with dust. The place was a little manic, disturbed -the reason was Rosie, she couldn't bring herself to clean the room. Her rounded belly alarmed her to have some snacks. It is a duty of a mother to eat healthy special at such a tender stage of pregnancy. She carried herself to the kitchen-took a spicy bag of potato chips from an old and rusted box-and came back on the sofa. The fire in the chamber was on the verge of dying, but she was reluctant to go and add some logs.She was anxiously waiting for her husband. It was their routine her husband would work from six in the dusk to six in the dawn. Rosie admired his hard work by rewarding him with his favorite dishes every now and then. It was something odd today, she looked a but nervous, maybe out of her pregnancy. Every Other woman complains about this, especially in the early months. Every now and then she looked at the hanging clock, with every passing minute she became a little more worried. Someone knocked at the door, forcing her out of her reverie, she got up as she knew it was the time . "Hey darling come on, you are already late, I hope you would at least have dinner and go, won't you? " ,Rosie said to her husband. She knew somewhere hard sure that he won't say, that he would add, " I am too tired, I will wash heat up and go" "I will have a glass of drink," He said. Rosie felt a little odd, she thought the work pressure is high - winters are a hardship she knew. The man was dressed in a brown cosy coat, with a leather bag in his hand. A constant frown was balanced at his head.He was breathing hard, with a quivering voice he said, " Get me the drink quickly I have to go" Rosie hurried herself to the kitchen, her hands were trembling a bit out of nervousness, she wanted to make a call to her husband but he was too tired to help her. She wanted him out of all his Misery. Roise knew that ice was not a good option in such bitter weather but she didn't even think a second before, she added it! . "Take it honey" she said handing him the glass,she didn't bother to look in his eyes. "Had a rough day? " "Kind of " Disappointment giving way to concern, " I will leave soon" He said. For a long time there was utter silence, Rosie comforted herself on the sofa and began netting again. After having the last sip, his husband sat back and took a long breath . It looked like an effort to relax him from some heart eating stress. He did break the silence by adding," Why are you sewing this? " Rosie was a bit shocked at this question. She didn't wanted to answer. She wanted to say, "this little sweater won't fit you at least" But she rather replied, "It's for OUR baby" He asked her for the sweater, it was so small that it was smaller than his palm. Give me those needles he Quivered and asked. He had begun to feel a little Breathless by then. #story#paininlife#review.

She just want to be alright, Even things are not all right, She's now crying like all night, She chooses darkness so she lose light. Now even god wants to know, who's right ? I didn't do anything wrong and idk if I have did maybe, No one knows how much I need you my baby, Again! You left me but when will this pain? You got yourself outta my life and I'm still in that lane. Sometime true love dies and no one gives a damn, Tell me after broking me what did you gain? #review#piyush#verse

“Endless Emptiness” Floors are so white it emits no light So so beautiful and fair Can't help but stare Muddy race Blood bloody face Tears intoxicating tears Numb so numb, no fears Clothes layered thick It's not because of it It's too protect what is too great, Only if that were my fate A smile so calmable You tremble, just tremble You fall, so so slow They just holds you just like that It will never happen Good Fortune avoids this one. #review#poetry

Pain #review#poetry#Abhijit I only wished for peace From this life I only wished to be happy In the world of despair, demise The strength to endure the suffering Are no more in me It’s like broken umbrella at rain That’s the irony Even the devil gives a chance for penance For the sin of one On the contrary life takes back Somethings you never wanted to return Broken from the very mind One thinks and hears While it is a parody It’s the mind I truly fear Still deep inside me there is one soul Kindling like a charcoal Longing for the peace In search of my ultimate goal

#review #rks #poetry Why? ¿ Why I feel sudden euphoria whenever I hear your name? Why there's nothing which can relax me other than your presence? Why I feel more alive whenever you're around? Why I don't want anybody else to you surround? Is there any occult thing about you that's attracting me? Although, You & me share no affinity, Why I always feel blessed for your vicinity? I can say we are perfectly tangled in our own worlds, But why I want to be imperfectly fit in yours? Why you are my first thought every morning? Why every beautiful smile remind me of yours? Is it love or infatuation? I don't know. Why there's always I have to tell more when we meet? Why my worst day become best after your one greet? Why you're taking most of my time nowadays? Why you are becoming so hard to me replace? I'm not liking this at all. I feel jealous to thee and thoughts of thine, cause You are substituting me for all my attention and care that were used to be mine.

I See You! When the sun shines And the birds chirp, when I open my eyes I See You! When flowers blossom and the butterflies fly When I open my eyes I see You! When the temple bell rings with the sound of holy chants When I open my eyes I see You! #thankithoughts #poetry #review

I Cry! When you are not around, And legs freeze on ground, When heart beats for you I Cry! There are feelings to share, There are stories to tell, When I miss you, I Cry! When the sun sets, And I need some rest, When eyes search you, I Cry! #thankithoughts #poetry #review

She cried and said “why you want to control me?” I cried and said “it doesn't make me lonely.” She said is love isn't there to make we us? I said that's right but what bout lust? She still think that I was hiding something And than she left me saying you share nothing Now she miss me too Losing controlling too She thought I was fake But now who left true? #verse#review#piyush

She cried and said “why you want to control me?” I cried and said “it doesn't make me lonely.” She said is love isn't there to make we us? I said that's right but what bout lust? She still think that I was hiding something And than she left me saying you share nothing Now she miss me too Losing controlling too She thought I was fake But now who left true? #review#verse#piyush#pease

#aarushi #poetry #review Flowers on full bloom, as if putting a full stop on Earth's gloom. The sky shining with the radiance of the huge yellow ring, marks the onset of a beautiful spring. The hornbills are dancing, in the cloudless blue sky, whispering the season's greetings, to every other bird passing by. Only of the onset of spring on Earth, could make a tethered soul feel alive, maybe the gloom inside it would end, and it would give another chance to life.