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#review #Linville Never meant to be Starting by being the click Before my clear sighted Navigated the cliff-top Becoming my closely guarded secret Deep down,cloistered barracks Younger than she thought Despair made me desolate Will she accept me Stream of endless questions infinite I might as well say I was destined for destiny Interest preoccupied me As I stood watching you standing besiged on balcon In my mind I was versed You'll be my newest version Probably verify during vernal A few yards away homestead You too stood corner angle Way you smiled and blushed Was a wish fulfillment to my wishful thinking That were were meant for each Making forfeited glances every Physical approach a seizure The proliferated men advanced With prolific material wealth Overture has to work No matter what The separation inevitable After proceeding to high school For sure engrossedly I was But the feelings enfeebled And bondage never breakaway For leeway to incapacitate Limit no longer the sky But now to the sun To spray my love for you Since my only exception was you Certain after my return Sudden silence gripped me My heart petrified,traumatized Six feet underneath surface Contemplated your new home Couldn't make irreparable again Or neither irretrievable But the only thing I wanted to tell you, Is how much i loved you. #poetry#Linville

*No Gold , But A Rich Heart* Neither I've got gold nor Apple Products , my bad I couldn't afford , But destiny had planned something different , wants to send this scholar abroad ; Neither I've got smart watch nor new sneakers , If you underestimate my power , by challenging me , trust me , I'm the game changer ; Never got a chance to enter KFC or Starbucks , Still , everyday , on my door , a new glory knocks ; Till today , I use the same pencil box , brought by me seven years back , But still my pen never stops , my hand powerful enough to compete with time , fastest on the poetry track ; Never got a wireless headphone , still my ears are sharp , Topper of the batch , keen sense of listening , can detect any trap ; Not having crown of royalty , still my brain working in light speed , Curiousity to gain knowledge forever , pen and paper for poems , is all I need ; Maybe not a millionaire , but rich from my heart's core , Tranquil waves worth more than a billion , with me standing on the sea shore ... #review #prose

#yourreview#review Could relate to the core! 'Filled with people deaf,dumb and blind' Simple and impactful and apt

#review#short The look in her eyes, those nuances I used to read in them. Now they give me shivers. Now I close mine in peace. -from my black diary

Majesty Uncertified thoughts are certified , By unfazed & dangling words , Unabashed by a group of people ; Being fugitive about the future plans , Coming in reality with uninvited innings , Hoping to see the future with clear vision of intelligence and wisdom , Being optimistic about the plans , Craving for something new , Plans certified with principle of favourability. Or Beginner's luck which comes with the power of full retention of deity ; Majestic powers don't come often , It comes only with those who have the courage to perform things out of the box . #Shruti #review #poetry

Trapped (this is about sexual assault that a woman faces) There are deep scars down below my cheeks , Deep lines added to my beauty , Lines that are not yet defined , Yet leaving a huge impact on me ; Forcing me to think about the past , Future uncertain with limited boundaries , Trying to break the knot to let me free , Handkerchief stained with blood of brutal honesty , Trying to wipe the tears , A ray of sunshine covering my face with warmth , Wounds are so fresh like a morning dew , Takes time to cover it with layers of skin folds ; Trapped inside finding it difficult to take one more breath , Finding a way to free my wounded body , Cause I can't bear the pain , Set my soul free apart for an unassailable lead . #Shruti #review #poetry

Lost I am trying to find myself in this world ; Filled with the series of uncertain things , Trying to find difference between volatile & non - volatile things , Trying to find answers of deepest question, Trying to find essence in lost beauty , Trying to consume the truth , Trying to find peace in the crowded areas, Trying to feed myself with happiness, Trying to satiate the hunger with pleasure, Trying to run away from reality, Trying to escape from miserable situations, Trying to accept the failure , Trying to get where I want , Trying to reach my final destination. #Shruti#review#poetry

Mapping things Everything we fix gets broken again , It's like time is itself a big loophole , Sometimes in quest for something , you lose yourself; Finding pleasure in things which are temporary anomaly , Is just like finding mistakes in crimes you have not committed. Trying to find the fourth dimension, Which is that one perfect moment , When you will say that this is the time ; And you have got everything of it . When you try to map out tiny little things , You get something which was missing from a long time . It could be your that segment which makes the time fourth dimensional. #review#Shruti#poetry

Your persistence offers some resistance , You thrive on your thoughts ; Cause you never let them die . Comes with a purpose & goes away , You repose it in your mind . Never understood what it was exactly, But got applied to me aptly . Someday haunting my thoughts ,got what I really wanted . Cause my persistence also offers insistence. Insists me to put myself in the forefront , So that I can confront things , Some things can be in favour , while some are added for savour . Sometimes it sucks you , other times you chuckle to wipe out the things . Wiping out things , cause I wanted to ripen it next time . Got myself the sour taste , but some sugar also added on it . Seems nothing is impossible , till everything seems possible . #Shruti#review#poetry

Past Past , which is alive in our heart makes present so beautiful Present writes a beautiful future , Interconnected with each other by few thoughts , Forms a very fine thread of happiness , liveliness & individualism . Peeping through the past got so many dark secrets , Which is kept secretly in my diary with a lock in my hand . Your life writes a beautiful future everyday with you , Some fill it with sorrows & sad happenings , Some fill it with happiness & blessings , It's up to us what we choose. The life is tangled in between the threads of sorrows & happiness. The peace is unsettled between your thoughts , happiness & sorrows . Past can't come back , future we can't see . Only present is with us to make us calm & hold our thoughts tightly . #Shruti#review#poetry

Mapping things Everything we just fix gets broken again , It's like time is itself a big loophole ; It's difficult to lose someone , That terrible feeling make you lose yourself too . Finding pleasure in things which are temporary anomaly , Is just like finding mistakes in crimes you have not committed, Trying to find fourth dimension, Which is that one perfect moment ; When you say that this is the time .. And you have got everything of it . When u try to map out tiny little things , You get something which was missing from a long time , It could be your that segment which makes the time fourth dimensional . #Shruti#review#poetry

Mortal remains Tranquility brings Solitude , Which tear apart all your emotions , In a hope to align all your emotions , You lose its significance. Bringing emotions from emotionless things, Just like finding emotions from mortal remains ; It gets more blurred, And it eventually fades away, Leaving a string of sadness & melancholy apprehension. #Shruti #review #poetry