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*Perhaps my soul is dark* I am drawn into your world That you so darkly carved With your emptiness Perhaps my soul is dark Perhaps I like black holes Perhaps I hope to emerge On the other side as bright As a brilliant.radiant star That lights up a million worlds Im sorry Jasmine I am drawn to your dark nudity The poverty of your humanity Perhaps my soul is dark Perhaps I like the thorns better Than the roses and the fragrance Of blood better than jasmine Perhaps I want to break through The darkest night pouring into A zig zillion shards of light silently making a new dawn #review, #RC, #Everyone, #poetry

#shortwriting More than relations and mutual trust, paper is being loved. That is the summary of the root-cause of all the tragedy in the world. रिश्तों अौर अपसी समझ से अधिक, कागज़ प्यारा हो गया। ये जो कहा, वह संसार की दुर्दशा का मूल कारण कह दिया। #review#fistertrompy

Euphoria You stay in my head Always running Like a faucet, It keeps coming The thought of you Fills my heart With a pleasant ness One that makes my breath Come up with unease As my soul, it radiates All the warmth And I try to satiate This feeling Of hope, Oh how I wish to be With you, I will forever Feel free. This euphoria It's my symphony. -TheHealingSoul #poetry#love#review

#review "Vikas, you seem distracted and sleepy in class today. What happened?" "Oh yaar, the AC wasn't working properly last night" The bruises on his back and arms, fresh from last night, hurt whenever he moved. #microtale#ranjiwrites

{Short story} 13/jan/2018 It was supposed to be a normal day, I was supposed to wake up, Watch my reflection in mirror, Question life and live like nothing, As i was combing my hairs, i was questioning my reality, As i was trying to smile at my dad's morning jokes, I was questioning myself. Started walking towards my bus stop for school bus, As i come near and near, The fear of new school new people , Started tearing me apart, When i arrived at the stop, There she was standing, Long black hairs, Turned into ponytail, Pink hair band, school uniform, no lipstick, no eyeliner, just a mark of kaajal on her neck to save her from other people's eyes, All the lies, My heart told me that day… It happend… Love happend For 1 year i never said anything to her, We changed schools, And i still question myself today. What if? What if ive told her, That she had a mark on her neck, due to the pen she was holding in her right hand with a black ring. What would've happend?. #review#asthir#shortstory

#quote Whatever you do, do it to realise a higher state of bliss in you yet. #review#fistertrompy

{Short story} 13/jan/2018 It was supposed to be a normal day, I was supposed to wake up, Watch my reflection in mirror, Question life and live like nothing, As i was combing my hairs, i was questioning my reality, As i was trying to smile at my dad's morning jokes, I was questioning myself. Started walking towards my bus stop for school bus, As i come near and near, The fear of new school new people , Started tearing me apart, When i arrived at the stop, There she was standing, Long black hairs, Turned into ponytail, Pink hair band, school uniform, no lipstick, no eyeliner, just a mark of kaajal on her neck to save her from other people's eyes, All the lies, My heart told me that day… It happend… Love happend For 1 year i never said anything to her, We changed schools, And i still question myself today. What if? What if ive told her, That she had a mark on her neck, due to the pen she was holding in her right hand with a black ring. What would've happend?. #review#asthir#shortstory

#poem #aarushi #review "You're useless... Hate you...." I reviewed the day in my mind, I didn't hurt anyone, then what did I do to hear this, why am I always the one? When you say this, I smile, pretend that I don't care, but shouldn't you realise, there's a limit to how much one can bear? When the room was empty, I hugged my shawl and cried, you gave the scar in a moment, but it won't go that easily, right? Everything became normal for you, as if you never shredded my heart, you became the whole once again, and I the missing part. As I cover my tears with an upbeat song, screaming the lyrics and singing along, you still sit in that room happily, as my heart dies slowly.

Honesty for one, behold my love. I'll come in your dreams, For every night that I'm gone. Honesty for one, Behold my Love. #review#noob#prose Author's note: This might not make sense because: There's a song that I only remember by the deep voice of the singer, the melody and the vague-not-so-understood lyrics. These are the words that match that voice and my feelings. And obviously not the exact lyrics.

If I were you I wonder how life would have been, Maybe a little easier and a lot better With gentle reminders of not being ashamed Of what you are , what you seek, how high can be one's peak, we would have lived not in fragments but in peace When dazzling lights would have led you to dark When beings alive would have left you dead inside You and I, we would have been to mountains, With weeds outgrown and daffodils whistling, "To not care, to not care, we live once " And we would have repeated behind chasing the wind and unseen heights , "Oh!, to not care,to not care, we come to you, we come to you, up here shy, no eye may see us live, see us breath" Then when a sweetheart butterfly would have kissed our cheeks , with joy , with joy,a goodbye we would have waved, to again live in fragments till to live in peace . If I were you, I wonder how life would have been.. Would have been #review #sillypoerty

I already knew that I was different that my body isn't made for the crowd that my mind belongs underneath oceans that my name isn't worth remembering that my heart belongs to no one. I already knew that there's a chance that I would live alone, agonize alone, cry alone, die alone but that doesn't make me feel lonely. I think what would make feel lonely is to have someone, just because I'm afraid to walk further all by myself. I don't want something that is not genuine. I don't want to give something that is not genuine. #review

The backspace ! Both were online. He started typing. She saw the word 'typing'. Her eyes were staring to the lightning surface. He kept on tapping the letters whatever appear on his screen of mind. The way he was writing commas, it seems that he was about to empty his brain, he was about to bring out his pain. The girl having a pupil fully filled with curiosity Has holding a patience On her folded fingers. And he stopped. And he finished. For a bit, he scrolled over his sentences. For a bit, he ran all over through spaces. And he decided. Selected whole text, and pressed 'backspace' ! She'd seen a 'last seen at' under his name. He wanted to. But he couldn't. Kept phone on desk. But she smiled. Because she knows he'll tell one day. He has to tell. And she closed her eyes to sleep. And she breathes feeling to deep. Because The feeling of waiting for something or someone Is the most pleasant Feeling among all. - Jaimeen #review#jaimeen#poetry