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Title : "Holi" Days. The spring is back. Accompanying the memories of "Holi" merry make. We used to be thrilled even before the "Holi" break. How we were jovial then, unescorted by the term "fake". Last night I was ruminating it with sipping milk shake. Last day of school used to be humorous, we used to laugh till bellyache. Colouring one and all used to be the second best partake. Bantering all and sundry was still at the apex. Rushing to the playground for putting "Gulaal" on all and every peer. What great days those were! Without fear. The day before Holi is called "Holika Dahan". The day to burn evil, vanity, and our inner satan. Before waking up in the morning of Holi, we used to have moustaches of colour. That we ourselves used to make on one another's faces as it's our culture. We used to gorge ourselves from dawn to dusk. Then there was shower of colours again Until we ourselves used to get disgust. There used to be some special moments in the evening. We used to go everybody's home with packets of "Abir" for colouring. And the special songs of "Phag" were sung in the people's gathering. This way we used to celebrate the festival of colours playing. We still do all this, but now it's like we missed something. That maybe ours Salad Days, in a maze of rivalry and misconception's cage. P. S. HAPPY HOLI TO ALL IN ADVANCE. #review #rks #poetry

If he loves, him and cares for him. Let them live, let them love. His choice, your egalitarianism. If she wears short dresses, feels like a barbie. Let her be, her choice is good your thinking should be. If he wants to shed tears, couldn't hold his stress. Give him your shoulder, it's not shameless. If she is unprepared for being a mom. Let her abort, despite digging her a tomb. If he chooses, his career of his choice. Let him be whatsoever he decides. If she wishes to study after her marriage. Let her study, be her patronage. If the black colour is classy. Let's apply it to the skin, make the colorism trashy. Thinking is a choice, a gender is not. If you're an altruist, love LGBTQ too alot. Let's make the equality a new normal. Respect all, accept all and love all. Let's make the humanism immortal. #review #rks #poetry

Title : Normality If he loves, him and cares for him Let them live, let them love. His choice, your egalitarianism. If she wears short dresses, feels like a barbie. Let her be, her choice is good your thinking should be. If he wants to shed tears, couldn't hold his stress. Give him your shoulder, it's not shameless. If she is unprepared for being a mom Let her abort, despite digging her a tomb. If he chooses, his career of his choice. Let him be whatsoever he decides. If she wishes to study after her marriage. Let her study, be her patronage. If the black colour is classy. Let's apply it to the skin, make the colorism trashy. Thinking is a choice, a gender is not. If you're an altruist, love LGBTQ too alot. Let's make the equality a new normal. Respect all, accept all and love all. Let's make the humanism immortal. #poetry #review #rks

Title : The Show What if a morning you'll wake up and find out that everything around you is scripted. The way you go for your office, on the way you meet peoples all are same, like conscripted. For their specific roles in your life, and it's a cue. That this whole world is revolving around you. You are being watched from concealed cameras. Your every move is being recorded at all Agora. Your parents, friends and neighbors all are disguising themselves from you, and they are a part of this big screen that's featuring you. You have been rescued so far from every fatal risk. Cause you're the star of this fictitious flick, and stars are born for shining bright, not for blowing out but for giving a big hit. Then, after acquainting this would you carry on living your shackled and a tranquil life ? Or would like to see beyond this film set that's full of the strife? #review #rks #poetry

Topic : We are in love again. See ! we are in love again, with the faint breeze that touches our cheek, and swirls around us like a freak. See ! we are in love again, with the butterflies that are roistering across the bridge, and almost everywhere in our balcony, park, street, and ridge. The peerless beauty of slades, the uncalm sea, and the grander mount. All are mystical in the sense of what life is all about. See ! we are in love again, with those memories that were supposed to be buried in the core of our hearts, and we never took the piss out of them cause it really hurts. See ! we are in love again, with those old books that were kept for being sold to ragman weekly. But, now we don't want to, cause we'll love to scan them afresh keenly. See ! we are in love again, with the countless stars in the night sky, the vivid colours of the birds, and the folktales of our native lands. See ! we are in love again, with roadside diners where we spent hours babbling, and the forgotten songs of gone days, yes! forgotten, no matter how much we considered them everlasting. See ! we are in love again, with ourselves just like when in games we used to be spies, and whenever we used to play and chase after fireflies. See ! we are in love again, with the thoughts of being loved even after thousands of heartbreaks due to overcommit. Cause we have known that true meaning of love is in the soul and not in getting it. #poetry #rks #review

Topic : We are in love again. See ! we are in love again, with the faint breeze that touches our cheek, and swirls around us like a freak. See ! we are in love again, with the butterflies that are roistering across the bridge, and almost everywhere in our balcony, park, street, and ridge. The peerless beauty of slades, the uncalm sea, and the grander mount. All are mystical in the sense of what life is all about. See ! we are in love again, with those memories that were supposed to be buried in the core of our hearts, and we never took the piss out of them cause it really hurts. See ! we are in love again, with those old books that were kept for being sold to ragman weekly. But, now we don't want to, cause we'll love to scan them afresh keenly. See ! we are in love again, with the countless stars in the night sky, the vivid colours of the birds, and the folktales of our native lands. See ! we are in love again, with roadside diners where we spent hours babbling, and the forgotten songs of gone days, yes! forgotten, no matter how much we considered them everlasting. See ! we are in love again, with ourselves just like when in games we used to be spies, and whenever we used to play and chase after fireflies. See ! we are in love again, with the thoughts of being loved even after thousands of heartbreaks due to overcommit. Cause we have known that true meaning of love is in the soul and not in getting it. #poetry #rks #review

#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.

Things which really scare me Watching my own dreams digging my grave Waiting your words to tear me It sounds worse when you call my name You should hear me clearly I ain't here to playing again The deep cuts which you gave me Now those wounds giving no pain Your 'Forever' make no sense They can't be loyal? Make no friends Call it rude but its self defence I had a heart but it had no fence Darkish thoughts are getting intense Moon and stars ain't my reference Trauma take place in my veins Me and you got no difference Some situations never end Do care or don't pretend #verse#review

I'm all alone Waiting for your response Staring at the moon Take me back to home Lying on my face Loving make no sense Waiting for the doom Take me back to home Feeling cold inside Making possible dive Head hit first on stone Take me back to home It's been too much to bear Take me away from hear Hell always been my room Take me back to home #review#verse

{My last song} she said to me , "why don't you write anything for me?" " we are friends na thats why," i said That was 3 weeks before i told her how i felt for her. She said no. I felt something different, I...felt like crying, tearing me apart Uh..those tears.. Broken, sad , started writing for her.. Without her.. Wrote about her hairs, Maybe she still cares? Wrote about her eyes, Oh those little lies, Wrote about her lips, Deleted our clips from school trips, Wrote about her smile, It's been a while, Then after some years , She saw me through the window of social media, Broken me posting sad poetry, Only if i could undo, Loving she asked "you write so well, but for who?" (Fictional) #review#poetry#asthir

[Randomness] Still remember the day we met. My heart was saying all these things. It never meant. As I was watching you, I was dying in your debt. Those black earrings, Killing me like a cigerrate, You were sitting in that cafe. Drinking your coffee sip by sip, Ignoring the redness on the cup and my cheeks, due to your lips. (Had to repost this, as it was deleted by bot :/ ) #poetry#review#asthir

#review #poetry #aarushi When I lost all my hopes, the dark felt so welcoming, it felt like an embrace so strong, that to leave the dark, I was unwilling. I broke without a single sound, as all my efforts went in vain, ever recollecting those memories, causing me a physical pain. A pain so strong, that it would have showed itself in the light, where the critics would have seem my suffering, laughing at my plight. So I ran, into the dark, leaving the light willing to support my fall, I embraced the dark so tight, even if it was feared by all.