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They are just songs until experience give them meanings They are just lyrics until they draw you and that feeling People are just strangers until they become a sweet memory Buildings are just some bricks until it separates you and me Life is hard but without you it would be worse Not see that pretty face would be a curse Let's hold on until next year to celebrate the Valentine together I'll be waiting for you with that smile and flower -Saloni Garg #review#poetry

In the silence as the dead soul.. The sound of my voice calling your name in the void, Woke up the sleeping nights.. The burning flames from the cry of an unspoken words, The rage in an unexpressed feelings between the first kiss and the last good bye,, the glow in the drops of painful tears,,, the shade of bright colors in the bleeding heart,,,, Made the twinkling stars feel a twinge of envy... Everything turned to visual poetry, When the smoke from floating cloud draw your portrait, And never in my life my lungs ever craved more to inhale a smoke that toxic to life... ~failed engineer #review #poetry

Promises are broken someday Secrets are spoken someday Lies lead to truth one day Nothing was hiden yesterday Nothing will be today.. Its a manifest world of actuality anyway #review#poetry

Sing with me; There's no one around to the rhythm of tune, it's just the breeze Gently whistling... Hold my hands; And dance with me in the mild light, it's a smile from the moon Melodiously glistening... Kiss my lips; And be in my arms, to fusion of sounds it's an applause from the night Rhythmically fading... #poetry#review

A4 Djinns are in the counter Fulfilling your wishing Come to the mall Or Go online Discounts on things you never needed You want it, like Sugar Diabetic nation, how beautiful it is Hello there, the name is Luci You seem distraught You crying ? this tissue with military grade fabric might help This medicine for your mental health might help You want more of it, everything all at once Processed to the point of void at lunch The Authority is mine And the Hostile Fuckers are kneeling down throwing away their pride It’s nothing but Money #review#poetry

Contemporary Helplessness and Belated conceptions – Part A A1 What my soul looks at me, What do you see Mirroring features of people in street How degrading would it be If you roll out now on an chilling breeze If you texted and never Roll up your sleeves Don’t you see, every man is greed And every Penny is stolen Like those unfeasible please You know it’s guided destruction Your worth is more than molten Bodies under the sunlight reaping souls A virtuous suicide Kind of thinking when you eat It’s the stories of sunkissed memories And unfiltered adventures elders speak of You never feel in this sanitary ward. The rocks make you happy only How you live so long How you know so much of me ? Aren’t I buried you deep in that winter snow When unable to find her cost of life When unable to find a way of life How unable it felt when expectations That can’t be avoided as I did many before How young feel like How is it to feel old It’s a life of mediocre In a limbo of Money and gold A2 It’s not magic, it’s ravenous growth Over my shoulder, it’s cold and jittery You felt it when you touched And the phone’s battery is dead You want the cable, is it ? Nocturnes, playing silently ripping the lazuli In lights of unknown Won’t you wanna see it, One more time The speaker works as a charm like it used to Mariage d’amore Won’t your subtle sarcasm sting me One more time Won’t you come home with stiff shoulders And I sweep through your head as if Everything’s alright It ain’t much, but the home is an idea we cherished It’s not magic, it’s sweet like candies It’s Ruh Gulab, your presence is like a shadow Engulfing in unending embrace Eurydice, how might I not look to you again. How might I not mourn the instrumentality of this mortal chase It’s not as bad as the poet said It’s not killing to smoke cigarettes But there was a time you stopped me My threshold is in my pocket And my legacy is my debt. God bless me, as I end this chain. A3 Not everyone falls in love twice As Same is not the man, nor the love he conceived The cerulean sky this morning Brandishing memories those breakfasts she made Her hands were bruised as I saw her with turmeric laid on it. As a child, when I discovered eventually Loved ones go away, as my grandma on her deathbed I was scared but it past away. As I kneel for mercy oh lord. He takes away, with hands on hands They walk past my life like oh man Nature does fucks me up sometimes I was tied to Small ponds longing for an Oceanside Waves now blow me away again to the roots I had She said stories of witches and demons In the forest, they pull out my desire To showcase my propensity of violence Do they exist downtown In these Arches and columns In the Palace of Gods of Greece In this Malevolent magnificent System under the fleece. Sickly frost bites on the Whitest of the hearts. And I am the greatest pretender Of having a Say What I became is lesser than my parents Half my age. Youthful reveries of Assignment delays and procrastinating. Mirages of self accomplishments What they worth in value What value is love. Commodities on the Shelf On the corner is found a box of chocolates And a ring of platinum What price is love Quite a lot Rituals are there ? Quite a lot Boost to match up more Subscribe to the dating store. There are distances and alienations Yesterday I put a cap on a bottle Who knows what was in it. I ate a meal from microvave TV Dinner they say. And a glass of Gatorade What does that make of me. The Irritating questions of ambitions. Like as if existing wasn’t ambitious enough. #review#poetry

Title:- Belonging I belong to memories and melodies not to people who think they have authority. I belong to the days where dark clouds gather and brew up a storm where I curl up to read with music blasting in my earphones. I belong to the nights where there is no moon and the lights are out. I belong where I can't be seen. I belong to the foggy mornings of winter where the cold bites your skin until you go numb and blurs your vision until I'm separated from the rest of the world in my safe bubble. I belong to my songs and stories that make me feel alive. I belong to the places I have searched by myself and made a home out of. I don't belong to people because people come and go I belong to myself and the things I love. #review #poetry

THE FRIENDSHIP LETTER FOR MAY 2022 BY BISWASWARUP DASH They’re the few people who accept silence over conversation. A relationship like this denies silly promises and persuasion. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold have from the forests shook three summers’ pride, I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. They’re the ones that guide you through when fate takes a turn. Fights, small and large, end in forgiveness, never a burn. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. I watered it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles with soft deceitful wiles. Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned, In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green You don’t feel the need to second guess thoughts or measure words. Their love comes in wholes, not halves, not thirds and it grew both day and night, till it bore an apple bright. My foe beheld it shine and he knew that it was mine and into my garden stole, When the night had veiled the pole; Ah! Yet doth beauty like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure no pace perceived; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Has motion, and mine eye may be deceived for fear of which, hear this thou age unbarred: Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead in the morning glad I see , My foe outstretched beneath the tree. You forget about first impressions and the feelings they brought. I hold no dream of fortune vast, nor seek undying fame. I do not ask when life is past that many know my name. I may not own the skill to rise to glory’s topmost height nor win a place among the wise but I can keep the right. You’re grateful for who they are and you forgive me for what they’re not. I don’t think you will ever fully understand how you’ve touched my life , made me who I am. I don’t think you could ever know , just how truly special you are that even on the darkest nights , You are my brightest star. If you’re feeling down; turn your frown upside down. You’ve allowed me to experience something very hard to find, unconditional love that exists in my body, soul, and mind. I don’t think you could ever feel all the love I have to give and I’m sure you’ll never realize you’ve been my will to live. Without you I don’t know where I’d be. Having you in my life completes and fulfills every part of me. Put a smile on your face; take the world in your embrace. You came as a ray of light made my life cheerful and bright showering your affection over me so that my face was full of glee. Ask for a little help from the man up above. Taking away my complete loneliness giving me back all the happiness with a Midas touch of your care to keep me away from despair. I’ll never leave you midway and tales of our bond people will say , remember you have your best friend’s love. #review#poetry

THE BEAUTY OF HER BY BISWASWARUP DASH She is the vivdity of dawn , vision of my reveries , equanimity of evenfall and illusion of my reality. Her beguiling fishy curved eyes Drowns me in the ocean of her elegance. And her endearing petals that simper Ignites an irresistible spark within me. Each moment shared with her turns into an artistic memory. Such is her charm even the coldest person turns warm. The touch of the shining sun and the kiss of the nighty moon reveals het fierceness and fragility. She is a poetry in motion even in chaos, a clear notion. A work of art to behold, a treasure more precious than gold. Whenever I leer at her, everything around gets blurred. Feelings and not lust, but love spirals me into her alluring appeal. Not the complexion or make-up but the verity in her eyes that spells the beauty of her soul makes her the most beautiful girl. Someday I wish to tell her my emotions only if she walks down to actuality from my imagination till then let me drink the love-potion, that my mind and heart has made in unison. Look at the beauty in her eyes, A glow that shines like the sunrise. Her smile opens up the cloudy skies, Her laughter delights butterflies. The ocean greets her as she passes by. Her gorgeous toes leave their mark, saying goodbye. Gentle breeze through her hair, She walks elegantly while astonished eyes all stare. Rosy cheeks cover her face. A flower-child blossoms, kindly accepting embrace. Your lips so soft and red. The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. Your beauty so bright and warm, Shinning through the darkest storm. Your eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky. When I stare into them I feel like I am soaring high. My love for you is pure and true. I never stop thinking of you. The sound of your voice saying I love you makes my heart pound, Because I know my one and only I've truly found. I promise to love you for every moment of forever and when everything else crumbles, I will never. I am your armor to protect you from harm, Like you are to me, a lucky charm. For you are my heart, my soul. She is a thorn-less rose without compare. She is the love my heart will forever endear. Words cannot describe your beauty , When I look at you I can't help but stare. Your looks are so precious and rare. You have such gorgeous hair and pout with such a luminous smile , It's just not fair but the beauty you have shall make moon faint. Your laugh should be illegal because it's too cute. The way you kiss me takes my breath away. Seeing you is the best part of my day. You are so special and I'm glad that I can say you are mine, because when I'm with you I feel extraordinary all of the time. But you have been for a while. Your eyes pierce in to my soul, Grabbing my heart, Taking complete control, You make it hard to be apart. Your lips tell me what to do I'm under a spell Doing what you tell me to do for you, I fell ... Beautiful on the inside and out for You're the most beautiful girl I know. #review#poetry

I saw the moon crescent today I felt it bright and beautiful We had the connection It was so close yet so far I tried to reach it But I couldn't, Cause everything time I move closer, it goes farther away Here's a little piece I Want to share. All comments welcomed #review #poetry/ literature/ sad.art

#review#poetry Mansi iwritesometimes :) Sometimes I'd sit in silence, And wonder if I'm being real, Are my feet tied to ground, Or Am I trapped by my fear? Do I really fear losing you?, Or is it all inside my head, Or Am I haunted by the same monsters, Which once lived beneath my bed The longing feels like forever, It doesn't let me get through. But I know If you are happy, Then I'll be happy too They say this pretty thing is called LOVE, And for it I'll have to stay tough, But you can't feel my legs melting, You haven't been there for long enough Whenever you are out of my sight, Why do I feel like crying? Is it okay to feel all this, Or maybe I'm slowly dying. Why did you pour empty words to drink, When you had planned to leave too soon, And only wanted to know me, When the sky was bright and the moon was full But I will never blame you, For the tear stains on my floor, As I was the one who thought, A person owes me to be so much more ! ~iwritesometimes | mans *-*

#review#poetry Title: one of a kind! Your ways are different And your destination too With its own coefficient Disjoint convoy in the zoo Your goals are different Maybe Your likes too You see details more Perhaps beyond too Maybe You bring idiotic perils Often unfamiliar in familiar flock Mi nino feral kitty beryl Often quite handful, bitter bannock Sometimes you overthink You foil plans or miss chance Sometimes its okay to sink Nobody learns in a glance No fellow spirit yearns Your mission like you do, Your envision concerns Thats what makes you, you Your tweets are tasty treat they are food for mind, i repeat Sorry i dont hit a like I dont wanna look a stalking pike Nothing makes you less Imperfect is perfect Master at game of chess May fall, not his fault nor defect Even the majestic Game of life All the walls we build Ends in a swipe All artisans of the guild Animate and inanimate They are meant to mess Pleath, Motivate thy self innovate We Believe in art you possess World is fool chases pyrite, to fools You dont need to prove your worth Even though strategem rules Your existence is priceless, Hon, legit wins the final fort in world of absolute mess You are amazing Even when you sob when you talk nonsense Or try to bore knob You are ecstatic, Even if you dont know it all, No matter if you are dramatic, In sanity, mad or you brawl Thou art bleu blao saphir Pegasus that's roaring Manythings but not one, cypher You are not boring.....