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Quiet, cloudy and rainy night There are those who see joy on this day, who see them sad Who says it is the most beautiful days, or who says a dreary day and disappointment and one of the worst days? This is how life does not always give you joy or sadness One day you will be happy and one day you will be sad Who is now asleep in slumber and deep sleep, and who is unable to sleep fights himself psychologically and physically This is a beautiful, sad, and self-defeating life But we always have hope in this life Be sultan #review

Silent Night Staring at the moon Wondering how it was made The soft light The unbothering silence Echoing winds Chasing down the roughness of the day Clearing the way for a new day Looking forward to brighten people's day I look at the silent houses The ones with light outside but inner darkness Waiting for another day For people to bring their darkness out I then feel a cold breeze Of all unreached goals of the day The lost hopes And all the disappointments The breeze is too strong It reaches out to my bones But then I look at the stars And I get embraced by the dreams yet to be true Slowly I turn my back and head back in For the night speaks a lot to those who listen To those who don't It is a silent night By Price #review

This story is very strange, it may not be for anyone else, but it is for me.... I have never been special in my life.But I can never forget that day of my simple, straight and boring life. That day of 11th August has been written in golden letters in the book of my greasy life. I was waiting for my train, although the train arrives on time but that day the train was 7 minutes late. But in India 7 minutes means nothing.. Well as soon as the train came, it took everyone to catch all the seats. I was one of them too. As soon as I got a seat, that too with a window which was my choice. I sat outside the window looking at the people, someone's purse was stolen and someone's cat was lost. "Strange people..." I thought and kept watching but then my eyes saw a girl Seeing which "MashaAllah" came out of the mouth... That girl was standing wearing a burqa with a bag in one hand and a photo in the other…..she had many questions in her eyes…. was looking for something and maybe she was pregnant too....sometimes some stranger in life People are very happy to meet, it seems as if we have some old relation with them..... Well after 10 minutes the train started. I was still looking at that girl, she stood on the same wake…. I could not stay, so I asked with a loud voice, "You don't have anywhere to go? the train will leave." He looked at me and said no with humbleness. The train had left...... On the second morning I got up, brushed, made tea and sat down on the sofa after picking up the newspaper, one gulp of tea must have gone and hardly, that too came out, I was shocked because it was written in it.. ... "" A woman wearing a burqa committed suicide by jumping in front of the train. And this wasn't any other woman but she was the one I had seen yesterday, there was a photo beside her dead body and the same bag. How strange, the one I saw yesterday was not in the world yet.... Maybe she had already come thinking, That this train will take him to her real destination...... #review

This story is very strange, it may not be for anyone else, but it is for me.... I have never been special in my life.But I can never forget that day of my simple, straight and boring life. That day of 11th August has been written in golden letters in the book of my greasy life. I was waiting for my train, although the train arrives on time but that day the train was 7 minutes late. But in India 7 minutes means nothing.. Well as soon as the train came, it took everyone to catch all the seats. I was one of them too. As soon as I got a seat, that too with a window which was my choice. I sat outside the window looking at the people, someone's purse was stolen and someone's cat was lost. "Strange people..." I thought and kept watching but then my eyes saw a girl Seeing which "MashaAllah" came out of the mouth... That girl was standing wearing a burqa with a bag in one hand and a photo in the other…..she had many questions in her eyes…. was looking for something and maybe she was pregnant too....sometimes some stranger in life People are very happy to meet, it seems as if we have some old relation with them..... Well after 10 minutes the train started. I was still looking at that girl, she stood on the same wake…. I could not stay, so I asked with a loud voice, "You don't have anywhere to go? the train will leave." He looked at me and said no with humbleness. The train had left...... On the second morning I got up, brushed, made tea and sat down on the sofa after picking up the newspaper, one gulp of tea must have gone and hardly, that too came out, I was shocked because it was written in it.. ... "" A woman wearing a burqa committed suicide by jumping in front of the train. And this wasn't any other woman but she was the one I had seen yesterday, there was a photo beside her dead body and the same bag. How strange, the one I saw yesterday was not in the world yet.... Maybe she had already come thinking, That this train will take him to her real destination...... #review

Relativity A tangled web of space and time, meticulously crafted by patient time. We have fallen because of gravity, yet gravity wasn't there; it was simply the web of space and time. Clocks run slower everything seems fair, In deeper gravitational wells. He became more confident as he thought, "Everything appears to be correct," she thought, but it was all an illusion, Is an object's gravity nothing more than a curvature? We began to stray, as the cosmos expand. #review

we’ve reached the edge of the cutting party. this is the edge where you hate me— —and where I hate you —and where we glare at each other across our own little capsules of time, one half of each memory just out of the others sight, one half of each heart just out of the others reach, and I say, in all my misguided sense of good intention, that I love you in that special little way that darkness loves the moon, only ever yearning for your presence, when I just want to consume. #review

#review Hold my hands and take me. Take me back to our supernova, the distant galaxy, where you paint the sky in black and I heal your scars, under the light of a thousand stars. Take me to a place where I no longer crave for your love; a love that unleashes the demons within. My life's a wall you have built in between two homes, one, where my heart breathes and other, where my heart bleeds. Take me back to the start, where my intoxicated eyes speak of the dreams they had witnessed with you and you somehow, tend to fathom the words unspoken. Hold my hands and take me!

/anon And I stand here again In this not-so-real rain Feeling every bit of it, Feeling every kind of pain. I can see myself standing Asking me to let go Let go of the hurt Let go of the strain. As I look out of the window The sun is starting to rise Birds are singing again And the moon is paying the price. #review

Silent Night Staring at the moon Wondering how it was made The soft light The unbothering silence Echoing winds Chasing down the roughness of the day Clearing the way for a new day Looking forward to brighten people's day I look at the silent houses The ones with light outside but inner darkness Waiting for another day For people to bring their darkness out I then feel a cold breeze Of all unreached goals of the day The lost hopes And all the disappointments The breeze is too strong It reaches out to my bones But then I look at the stars And I get embraced by the dreams yet to be true Slowly I turn my back and head back in For the night speaks a lot to those who listen To those who don't It is a silent night #review

Cold Feet As a mumbled day roars into the night You awe at turmoil within sight You rally hope deciphering in blind And snap dead over guilty grind You howl oppression to a tyranny inclined While a stone numbs you too in hind You are a masquerade charade of a time Also drowned in an unworthy slime - All that gained in revolt to a tornado A subtle breeze oozes in A drop from the eye Mind over matter into An invisibility you shatter As crippled regards for matters of mind You fall a shadow to own reflection And curse the mirror in drab fashion Thus you summon An adventure into the night Within all the while Chatters anger your fright. #review

A cloud of possibility gathers Of me loving you from a distance And you being closer to me than a vein Let me know your chaos And douse me like the sweet rain. #review

Meek mildred mark me a move Sequester sparkles to dawn dews For I coat not a hearty gardener's worth And humility of your bloom alone Quest my quench in the living doom . Prior policies did prune piety , Freedom be a fief furnace for foliage , And borrowed songs is all i bequeth Unworthy hands at your marvel Lucky enough for a sun to shine , And see you smile to hope In a pleasure of day to be fine Meek mildred, to smile as you bloom. #review