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I Cry! When you are not around, And legs freeze on ground, When heart beats for you I Cry! There are feelings to share, There are stories to tell, When I miss you, I Cry! When the sun sets, And I need some rest, When eyes search you, I Cry! #thankithoughts #poetry #review

The moment I decided to put myself, above all else, I felt I was alive The moment I decided, To let go emotional baggage, I felt I was alive The moment I decided, I was worth much more, I felt I was alive The moment I decided, To prioritize myself I felt I was alive The moment I decided To give unconditional love I felt I was alive The moment I decided To move on I felt I was alive The moment I decided To forgive with my heart, I felt I was alive. The moment I decided, To express myself in words I felt I was alive. #review#ranjiwrites#poetry

To what I not know #review#poem#poetry#Abhijit This is a poem of a soldier who has lost the war and is trying to escape from it. Now he is so tired of running that he stops and looks behind but to his surprise no one is following him. So he starts walking and reflecting his own actions and emotions. I walk, Staggering falling and then again. I walk. I walk, To feel the unfathomable pain, The spikes of my disdain, That goes through my heart and sail, In the sea of unbroken vows, I walk. I walk, Remembering the string of my thoughts, Of friends and foes alike. To kill and get killed, To be brave and to fear alike, I walk. I walk, Laughing and crying at the same time, Knowing the invincible, inevitable time. That even my soul shall rest soon, In the midst of the many that came and shall come too. I walk. I walk and keep walking To what I not know -Abhijit Amin

The Fall #review#poem#poetry#Abhijit What have I become? A lonely creature, Hanging by the wrist in chains, To a peak of the topmost mountain. I think even the mountain wants to let loose of me, To set myself free or to free himself from mine, I try to see down but to no avail I see even a glimpse, Like a never-ending abyss, To which I may fall till the end of eternity. But a mystery sets me to intrigue, That what is the purpose of mine if not to fall, May that be my destiny. But why so much of waiting, Just let me loose and all is done. As each day becomes the past, My thoughts and memories fade, Stripped of all emotions. I have become the mountain itself, Hard and ice and cold and sharp. Now I see it hahahaha, Last of my laugh but mere a smile, This is the fall, And I am abyss itself, Only empty.

Broken pencil, Broken stencil, Broken pen still, Writes to break hearts, To mend hearts. Broken ones are both fire and fog, Might burn you till you scream, Might choke you till you dream, They're both dangerous and beautiful, Might kill you and laugh, Might save you and cry, The question remains why, do they do this, Why do they misbehave? Maybe that's just what it is with the broken ones, They don't know themselves. -- विषेक #vishek #review

She glared at me for a moment ‘I am tired, I’ll take the first bus in the morning’ she said still in her indescribable cute miffy anger. My heart was flying inside and though I tried to hide my happiness, but my lips betrayed me beaming a sly grin and my cheeks blushed. I didn’t even try to look at her, I immediately shifted her backpack from my back to my chest, hoped on my bike and started the engine. It was just matter of seconds that my long awaited dream was getting real and I could tell by the heartbeats and the vibration of my chest that my heart was jumping inside the ribs. I eagerly waited for her to sit on my bike, my hands grip on the handles tightened as she stepped her foot on the footrest and my heart started to beat even faster than earlier, is there a speed limit to heart beat? Touch of her hand on my shoulder while she was climbing slowed down my breath a little, my bike felt even lighter from her weight and finally wow! She was on my back seat the only girl I ever desired to be there was finally there. Fifteen minutes in to the journey leaving my accelerator and I reached to her right hand ‘I am so sorry ammu’ I said once again. My bike was at idle speed on snake like road passing through light dense forest, the sun was already gone, day light slowly started to fade, amid the cool breeze moonbeams come as whispers of light, a few and far between stars slowly started lighting the sky like sporadic snow-flakes appear still like an old photograph. Feeling the cool wind blow her hair into a tousled mane, like a choreographed blizzard and the ephemeral snit she maintained so far fainted, but now with her arms around my waist, her breasts slightly touching my back, and her head leaning gently on my shoulder she hugged me. #review #abitfrommynovel

Take it easy! Exclaimed a voice..... A voice so familiar....voice unavoidable. She kept questioning the facts. But the blood flowing in her veins.... The blood of the same race ... She couldn't believe the truth... Truth worst than one could imagine. ""It is to make you stronger"" That's what she'd been told. "Strong" ...... strong for the future. She wondered what kinda strength was this! Where all she saw got was endless pain. Would everyone suffer this to be strong? A storm of questions..... None to be answered.. The hands she held during the first step of life. Hands that used to pat her back for good grades. Hands that could feed her when she didn't eat Those hands were now scratching her soul. Creating deep scars on her body ... The scars that couldn't be filled Not even time could do that. The wounds on her body weren't limited to the surface They got deeper as the truth undraped itself. Like an arrow slowly penetrating her heart. She knew this was the end .... End of her happiness.. She tried hard not to be made a victim Holding back her panicked breaths fought until she lost all her senses. But the brutality grew harder.... .............. I closed the tab immediately.........as I Couldn't read anymore. I rolled up in my bed and clenched my pillow tightly against my face. Another night with another Storm of questions. A storm of questions... None to be answered. #review#richamishra

The Fire Between Us The texture of your lipstick, Still shining around my lips. The traces of your fragrance, Still dissolving inside my skin. My eyes rolling around, Trying to touch your body. Every cell of my skin ready To go through that heaven again. Your smile starting a fire Burning all my secrets down. Your hair all unsettled Shouting warnings in vain. My fingers taking your consent, Daring to touch you where you want. My heart tossing around like a coin, With a touch of yours, it's gone... ~Abhinav #review #wroteforher

#review#wolfboy Wolf boy The wolf boy as I call him, whispered softly in my ears, “Iive” I immediately understood his last wish. As much as I wanted to unleash him from the straps, I couldn’t bear to loose the unborn child I carried in my belly and as I stood there sobbing uncontrollably, he bent his head low as if to stop himself from looking at my pathetic state. “Leave now!” he groans when he sees his captive ,walking towards us with a spear in hand. The captive closes in, visibly angry. “Leave her alone!” Adel yelled catching my attention but it was too late. The captive had already got hold of my wrist and strangling my tiny neck. I started choking in anguish, clutching my free hand on my stomach for support. “I thought I warned you to keep put!” Another captive with blond hair appeared from the cottage. Adel who is already nearing transformation broke free from the straps much to their dismay, tearing into the captive with the spear while he screamed in pain. Blood from his arm and thigh gushes out while I looked on. The sight was too much for me as I turned away for him to finish him up. The transformation is complete and I looked at him in admiration. He was beautiful in his dark coat of fur and I bent down to stroke them. “You’re beautiful” I said with passion and he nodded in acknowledgement. The first captive was already gone and his spear was lying on the ground. “I thought I had lost you and our pup....” he says sadly, raising his concerned after transforming back to human. I kiss him jokingly, locking lips with him briefly. But he is more concerned about my pregnancy. “This pup needs to survive Pamela” It was always about the child. Always about how his family is eager to welcome it and it want a normal child. His family wasn’t normal but I have always felt their hostility towards me especially after Adel announced his love for me. To be honest, I had expected everything to change after I got pregnant. And it did. He sees me less and less, sometimes ignoring my frantic calls. And I came to the realization that he had spilt the love he had for me into two. You guessed it. One for me and the other for his unborn child. I remember one night I had to complain bitterly to him concerning his attitude towards me but now it feels like it’s in the past as I stare at him in the eye clearly admiring his godly looks. He looks charming with sharp features and a toned stoned body and being a werewolf didn’t help. Meanwhile, I am petite and from what I have heard from people, they say I look like a goddess with my v-shaped face and totally white skin and hair. Yes I had white hair and it’s not surprising since I have lived in Iceland ever since I was born. I am not a supernatural being of any sort, I just look like this and ever since my dad and I moved to caveland, I had adjusted perfectly fine except I was stalked continuously for a week in my final year of high school but I will talk about that later. A pretty embarrassing and disturbing event. “Let’s go back” He kisses my forehead urging me onto the dark path towards the forest where his family lives.

"I'm rose without it's essence, I'm a bouquet of autumn leaves, I'm a tree without it's texture, I'm glass without it's fragility, I'm a sidewalk without grafitti, A plain white coral, I'm a scenery without a painter, You see; I still exist without you, But It's not beautiful..." #review#nilu

Emotional chargers Indian railways teaches you lessons on human behavior. The other day I had to travel through one of the SUPER FAST trains. The SF train arrived 2 hours late to the station where it was meant to start. Testing Patience 😋 The general waiting room is actually a classroom which the schools don't include in their syllabus. 10 plug points for a room of the size of a spacious 3 BHK. Testing opportunist character of a human. Well, the people sitting near the plug points start using the phone more than they regularly do. This is to show off so that no other person comes n asks for the charging point or the charger. This is when the warrior within wakes up. PUBG was never so intense or the never noticed hero of a movie written off the cinema history wall becomes inspirational.😳 Lastly the dictator of the charging point invades. That person pulls out a charger of another person and plugs his own. The war begins. The GOC(Game of Chargers) theme music plays and the crowd is now all charged up to witness the epic battle. Testing your integrity and morale. That is when the announcement comes the train has arrived at the platform. Everything is forgotten and people run to catch their train. Indian railways, testing your mental health from 1850s. #justathought #review

#review #agim Years of college, Hundreds of days in classroom, Enormous subjects, Months of preparations, Dozens of scary exam weeks, Many number of friends and memories. But when I want to look back ,it is all those few seconds of eye contact with u. Never thought this much pain it lays,until the last day we shook our hands to part ways. Though we shared lot of words during conversation, all I remember now is the silence we carried out after knowing we both had a crush on each other. In the view of eagle eye we both have a place as classmates,but our own eyes carries the feeling which is never known to the outer world.