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I am blind not with the eye, but with the heart; 'Trust' was one of them. #AkashAP#quote#review Meaning : i was blind with the heart (A kind man) because of that i did trust on someone more than myself. Every good people or a kind man did it once. 👍😁

"Negativity surrounds man in despair." #AkashAP#quote#review

After the mistake, The good man spends moments in sorrow and the bad man in pride. #AkashAP#quote#review

Efforts of separate from eachother or Its thoughts, bring each other more closer. #AkashAP#quote#review

Untitled 1 I place the bouquet on her coffin, all yellow, white and red, hand-picked without harming the stem, still fresh, just like she has always liked. If she wasn't gone, she would take all these flowers and put them in a pot on her desk in her room right beside her window, she used to say she felt like she was in the garden. She barely left her room anyways, she didn't quite like the outside world, just she and her passion. Tears stream down my cheeks as I turn away from her cold grave, it's been a whole year now. "Be strong bro" my older brother Andy tells me pressing my shoulder. I bury my head in his shoulder and cry even harder, "this wasn't supposed to happen, we were at such a happy place, we were finally at such a happy place." "I know, I know brother." He says patting my back, trying to sooth me. "Come, it's about to rain, we must leave." He says and drives me out of the graveyard. He was right, soon as we get inside the home it starts to rain cat and dog. "I love this weather" I almost hear her say, I look around for her but there's no one. I sit beside the window and stare outside perhaps for hours, my eyes hurt and so does my heart. 'C'mon Ronny, how long are you going to sit in there, come get your dinner." My mom calls me. "I'm not hungry" I tell her without even looking in her direction "Enough of this already!" she yells. Well that's my mom, she goes from anger 0 to 120 degree in a heartbeat. "How long are you going to sulk for that half broken girl?" She yells and this time I look at her furiously ready to launch myself on her but my brother intervenes "Mom you can't say that!" he shouts at her. "And tell me young man why can't I state the obvious, wasn't she half broken, wasn't she on a wheelchair for a long time, what is wrong with saying that huh!? What good she would have been for your brother." She says staring point blank at me "Mom not now, can't you see he is still hurting?" My brother tells her "Yes, that's the problem here, that he is still hurting after a year, it's about time he finds himself another girl." I give her dry look like she just poured sour milk into my mouth "Look at your brother Andy, he is handsome and smart, he earns well, which girl won't want him. There he is sulking for an ugly lamb." "Mom!" I scream in protest, enough about her. I storm off the room, I might end up forgetting my dignity if I stay here any longer. I drive aimlessly on the rain beaten path, unable to tell where I should turn next or where should I go. I would have drove straight to her he if only..... My thoughts get fuzzy. When I finally stop I open my car's gate and get outside to breathe, somehow magically I have ended up in a painfully familiar place, her favourite ice cream parlor. I close my eyes tightly, I can't look inside, for whenever I do, I just find myself sitting with her in her wheelchair merrily chugging at her ice cream. I try to take a spoon out of her sundae and she slaps my hand away. Then she takes a spoonful and very careful puts it in my mouth, pursing her lips like she was about to hit me with an arrow. All her features tight in concentration only come to rest when I've finally taken the ice-cream in my mouth. Then she looks around as though to make sure nobody saw us but indeed a lot of people have and she blushes, her cheeks turning a prettier hue of red then her top. My heart lurchs out my chest as a cruel drop of rain that falls at the top of my head reminds me that I can never see this happen again. #tm#review#story

Untitled excerpt Nadia slept fitfully at night. It was that way since the blackout incident. The digital watch sat beside her looking at her with focus in the dark room. The moment it struck 3:33 am Nadia's eyes flew open as though she was awoken by some internal alarm. The clock almost blinked at her in response to distasteful look on her face. Nadia stared uncomfortably at the clock for a while, she waited for 3:34 but the single minute wasn't passing. Growing nervous from the elongated time she patted the clock, still the time didn't move. Propping herself up on the arm now Nadia picked up the clock and shook it. Back in the corner of her room an apparition glided over the floor silently, malignantly. Nadia was now sure that more than a minute has definitely passed, she sat up and looked about herself in the dark room. Her eyes darted across it trying to search for something which she would love to never find. A cold draft that started from nowhere touched her behind her neck and goose prickles rose on her skin. Nadia tucked herself under covers in response and took Carl's hand in hers as she tucked herself in. But something wasn't right about the feeling of his hand. His hand felt unusually cold and for some reason unlively. The hand she was holding tightened it's own grip on her hand. Nadia reluctantly looked from under the covers only to find a disembodied hand floating about at the place where Carl was supposed to be sleeping. It had a greyish decayed hue and blood spurted out of its open end. She screamed and the lights came on. Carl shook her violently, asking her what has happened while looking at her with concern. Nadia looked at Carl and hugged him as tight as she could. Carl didn't know what was happening but he hugged back regardless. He offered her some water and a few words of solace and she settled down. The clock had moved on to 3:34 to her relief and somehow it was still sitting on the table where it was originally kept on every night. Carl and Nadia sat for a while and chatted. Carl sensed that Nadia was just not ready to sleep and he didn't want to sleep before assuring that Nadia would be fine. It wasn't the first time that Nadia screamed in a nightmare, it had infact happened one too many times. Some times Nadia was aware, others she wasn't but Carl knew in any case what he had to do, wait for her to sleep. Nadia rested her head on Carl's chest, the feeling in her arm of holding that decayed hand had rattled her from deep within. But after a few minutes Nadia was able to reason with herself that both she and Carl needed to sleep. She sat up and turned her head towards Carl to say good night. The lights flickered for a moment and then came back on. An apparition sat behind Carl, it's head was over Carl's shoulder. It had a face split in half, bloodied on the chin and ashened on the cheeks. It's long tongue licked at Carl's ear. Nadia's stomach churned at the site of the saliva that dripped from over Carl's ear but before she could so much as draw a breath the apparition's face was right in front of her's. The heavy weight of fear made it hard for her to breath or swallow. "Say so much as a word and your precious will be gone" the appreciation said in a pinching voice. Then it went back again behind Carl and licked his neck. Nadia was helpless and all she could do was force herself to nod in agreement. The moment she nodded the apparition disappeared. Nadia slid in the bed and pulled the cover right over her head curled into a ball and shook. Carl unaware of whatever had happened went back to sleep as usual. In the morning everything that she remembered from the night seemed so bizarre that she thought it best to never bring it up. The last thing she wanted for herself was to make Carl suspicious of her past and her lineage. #tm#review#story

#review #aarushi #story Title: Sorry, you've fallen for the wrong girl. P.S. : This is just the prologue, for my first book on Wattpad, please tell me if it is good enough. Female lead's POV: It was moments like this, the one I'm having right now, which made me wish that the dark of the night and the gentle wind weren't my only company when I cried. It would be nice if I had a true friend by my side, lending me their shoulder to cry and tell me it will be alright, that it wasn't my fault. Male lead's POV: I don't remember the last time I visited Rhys. But I needed the distraction right now, to get my mind off of the new curvy Asian girl, yet to be introduced in class. She somehow had my attention since first period. Maybe looking at the city from the roof would be a good distraction. Once upstairs, the first thing my eyes landed on was the girl forementioned sitting on the neighbouring roof. Why did she have to live here of all places? She was crying, but why? I watched her silently while a few tears slipped out of her eyes. By the time she rushed downstairs, two things were certain. One, she wasn't the one who cried for attention and sympathy, just to show that she isn't okay. She was the one who cried so that she can continue pretending that she is okay. Two, the attention this girl is getting from me, without even asking for it, is unnerving.

#CA#review#shortStory Listening to the rustling of the trees. Feeling the warmth of the sun. A moment a thousand words couldn’t describe. A stillness so profound she could feel the energy beneath the ground. Stirring below her feet. A vibration that traveled through her limbs and into her soul. She sighed with relief. A smile appearing at the corners of her mouth. A light within her eyes. This was perfect. She thought of how many moments wasted. Always staying busy. Having a mindset of lack. A constant want for more. How disturbing to be in that whirlwind. Never alone yet always cut away. She wondered how many others were in this realization. This dawning of a wisdom beyond age and time. She glanced at her palms as she turned them to the sky. Feeling the wind but never seeing it, all it’s wonder and beauty. A contentment filled her as she closed her mouth only letting her thoughts become her sound speaking to the energy all around and patiently waiting for its echo from the ground.

#review#shortStory#CA What was it that transformed her? Were people just born like this? No it was like a path that swirled within her journey. An awakening. Suffering had been her constant and chaos her normal. Her escape was her imagination, her song, her dance. The way she saw such light touch everything. Knowing she was protected even though her physical world would prove otherwise. She had a blood line but not a family. She spoke with nature. Saw herself in creatures. Believed in the impossible. It wasn’t something she did that made the difference. When trying things it always seemed like an uphill battle. When allowing things. Her life shifted. She had a realization that everything in life had its place.

A letter to my pain. Hello there. What a pest you are. How dare you have greater presence that the most of my feelings. What exactly do you want since my rage is gone. What exactly do you need you seem attached to my bone. My smile and my actions try best to hide you. But how do i do so when in my speech you creep out. In my smile you're there as though i asked you. In my tears you rejoice as though i have no other. In my previous rage when trying to put my anger in a cage you still rampage. Tormenting me. How dare you touch me again, just leave me be but how do i deal with emptiness without thinking about you, how do i feel when you're always there and now I don't want you. I found comfort in your hands in the bed of your sorrow so can i have one wish from you granted and give me a vacation. A trip around love and boat cruise through the seas of my joy. Pain what do you want? Why are you always there? What have i done to have you as my best worst friend. What else do i owe you since in my time of empty you're always there. When i lost my mentor you were there, when i lost my toys you were there, when i lost my everything a definition you redefined, you were there. How messed up is our relationship. Through thick and thin you stand tall as positive things but yet you still hurt. I don't wanna lie to you, you hurt me so much in so many ways that the name pain isn't enough to define who you are. So take me away. Nail my heart with a crooked stick and twist. Let me feel all of you. Show me the greatest of your gifts and do not hold back be there another time so that when I'm used to you I'll enjoy your presence. But for now be gone. You've been here long enough. Take back all the memories and the scars that you've caused. You've taught me to be stronger thank you for that. You've been building me up and showed me how much i don't need you. I cast you away and ban you from ever trying to reach into my thoughts again. I used to feel you everytime i got asked why do i live alone. Now i answer boldly saying because i grew up and i have those who love me by my side so pain i don't need you anymore i have love. It was kinda hard to realize it's love but when my hate vanished that's when i knew the pain is gone so be gone My tears are not worthless #review #spoken_word #poetry

#review#poetry#vd A normal happy life Little joys and peace Thats what i want, silly That calm soothing breeze Those fun times Giggles after falling Funny stupid games That i dream every morning I want them to come true For once i want to live A life without worry, i drew A vivid picture to keep alive Myself, and the memories of bright light days To keep myself going, series Of escape dreams paved ways I found my peace there Yet i long for it to never end I want the time to stop here Right when the bliss pretend To exist, in that moment When everything is perfect When everyone is at their best When there is no place for torment Dear Time, freeze and take a break For eternity, let me collect some Specks of happiness before wreak Ruins everything, let me be at home Home, promised place Of growth and comfort Sacred space of ease Come forth ! Come forth! Not ginornous castle I asked for a little love Was it too wishful hustle? Or my plea! My prayers too slow? One normal happy day Of love and laughter Without inflicting (pain) decay And Unlike fairytale everafter Its not an exorbitant ruse Nor Unfathomable task Where art thou muse? Is it too much to ask?

It was a dream Met a girl in my dreams.. she said she could bring the sun and the moon together in arms.. May it was true, coz she was like a melody in the love song that Peirced your heart; The one like a morning breeze, lazy sunset and colours of art.. She wandered my thoughts like an undiscovered terrain, preyed on my soul with hope she’d sustain.. Erased my past memories one by one safe to say new growth has begun And she was in my dreams.... - failed engineer #poetry #review #failedengineer