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Lost... She was lost, She lost her map; She lost her way; She lost her path; She lost her street. She was lost, She found no sign; She found no signal; She found no city; She found no gate. She was lost, She found no continent; She found no sea; She found no ocean; She found no star. She was lost, She wasn't on the Earth; She wasn't on the Land; She was in her own world, Of tangled thoughts; She was in her own mind, Of tangled dreams; She was lost, In the complicated life! -Keya Lyrical Note #KD #review #poetry #poems

Lost her in the dark sky I lost her in the dark sky, Thought she is hiding behind the stars, It costs my life to find her, I risked my lifetime to search her, Weeks and years passed by, Can't able to find her. At the beginning, I thought, I lost her in the dark sky, But she is purposefully hiding, She knows where I am but I don't Even after knowing this I searched, I didn't stop even after becoming mad. A past reminded me a conversation Her words, "What will you do if you lost me?" I replied I will become mad Those words haunted me deep. Those true words proves my loyalty But more of the past reminded me, My bag full of mistakes... My fate cursed me more and said you deserve it for what you did to her.... #review #poetry #share #VLV

Moth Like a moth I breath only to come out from a greased exhaust fan into the life of flowers of trees My life is a struggle to escape from the four walls of ugly world to the world yonder with no ends I can't eat these oils anymore stuck to the ceilings from soot I want leaves to grow for me from the womb of existence itself I want to die over some soil covered with petals and dew. #za#poetry#thoughts#review

Who are you? Oh dear, shall I tell you what you mean to me.. ? I don't have the means to love you, but only a few words for now.. Can words be enough to express who you are? Not some ordinary being, that's for sure You are a giver in the city of receivers A lover, in the world of beggars My dear, your patience, your acceptance All is beyond these limited words and the infinite worlds Whatever makes you, as you Delights me forever and always I would let you be mine and accept you with open arms Such sincerity that is embodied by you, Would truly make any gentleman envious Selfless, unconditional love is what you always spoke of Never knew it could be this real Now, seeing it all by myself Makes my heart cry, feeling love so ideal The freedom you offer to me Is just so invaluable and lovely Every girl on the planet dies for this love of thee And you give that all to me Ever so simply Can words ever be enough to express the love you have within you? My dear, I still can't express it right.. For you don't love, or love is not within you.. Oh you are love itself You are love itself, my dear. ❤️ #lovepoem #ecstatic #review

#review #selfwritten #poetic BROKEN DREAMS Dreams I used to watch Those dreams are broken. That smiling reflection in the mirror, That reflection is a lie. All dreams have been robbed, In the market of hope. The one, who was listening to all prayers, It seems, that God is angry with me. Those dreams are broken, That smiling reflection in the mirror is a lie.

#review #selfwritten #poetic If I close my eyes, we are still together. Seeing this world says, wow! what a lovely pair. I know, it's just a dream now, you're in someone else's arms & loneliness is with me. If I close my eyes, we are still together.

Death is the colour of empty skies. For whose sake, hence-forth, all his vowes be such, As what he loves may never like too much. ~ Ben Johnson. Sarthak died tonight. 1.06 am. N,N′-dimethyl-4,4′-bipyridinium dichloride. Methyl viologen. Paraquat. At first, he felt a burning sensation in his chest. This persisted for an hour or two. Then came the pain. As if somebody were ripping apart his lungs into shreds. It was a slow, painful death. By the time he was brought to the hospital, it was far too late. His parents rushed in to claim his corpse. “Suicide,” the doctor sighed. Indeed it was. They stared at each other, silent, knowing not what to say. What, if anything at all, were they entitled to say? For it all began back a year ago, when they suddenly decided things were not working out between them. Things weren’t working out at all. The skies that had once been the pink of dawn, abound in love and life, were graying now, and empty. Death is the colour of empty skies; what else could they do but seek out separation? It had been raining all night that night – the weather cold, bleak and bitter. The two had stood at the hallway like faint shadows. Silent, just like today, until one of them spoke. “So – ?” The latter, not knowing what else to reply, had gone on conceding on every point the former made. Until the discussion converged to the point of Sarthak, that is. On the question of Sarthak, neither would concede, obviously. What parent gives up their thirteen year old son? So they dragged the matter to court. Nobody asked Sarthak what he wanted. Not even once. Tonight, Sarthak is dead. He did not flutter. He did not make a sound. None of the two speak tonight. For now there is no point of conflict – now the petition will be withdrawn from court, and the marriage terminated by mutual agreement. SARTHAK DAS. Author Notes The names of the central character and the author of the story being identical is an unfortunate coincidence readers are requested to overlook. #sarthakdas#microfiction#review

Death is the colour of empty skies. "For whose sake, hence-forth, all his vowes be such, As what he loves may never like too much." ~ Ben Johnson. Sarthak died tonight. 1.06 am. N,N′-dimethyl-4,4′-bipyridinium dichloride. Methyl viologen. Paraquat. At first, he felt a burning sensation in his chest. This persisted for an hour or two. Then came the pain. As if somebody were ripping apart his lungs into shreds. It was a slow, painful death. By the time he was brought to the hospital, it was far too late. His parents rushed in to claim his corpse. “Suicide,” the doctor sighed. Indeed it was. They stared at each other, silent, knowing not what to say. What, if anything at all, were they entitled to say? For it all began back a year ago, when they suddenly decided things were not working out between them. Things weren’t working out at all. The skies that had once been the pink of dawn, abound in love and life, were graying now, and empty. Death is the colour of empty skies; what else could they do but seek out separation? It had been raining all night that night – the weather cold, bleak and bitter. The two had stood at the hallway like faint shadows. Silent, just like today, until one of them spoke. “So – ?” The latter, not knowing what else to reply, had gone on conceding on every point the former made. Until the discussion converged to the point of Sarthak, that is. On the question of Sarthak, neither would concede, obviously. What parent gives up their thirteen year old son? So they dragged the matter to court. Nobody asked Sarthak what he wanted. Not even once. Tonight, Sarthak is dead. He did not flutter. He did not make a sound. None of the two speak tonight. For now there is no point of conflict – now the petition will be withdrawn from court, and the marriage terminated by mutual agreement. SARTHAK DAS. Author Notes The names of the central character and the author of the story being identical is an unfortunate coincidence readers are requested to overlook. #sarthakdas#microfiction#review

#review "Vikas, you seem distracted and sleepy in class today. What happened?" "Oh yaar, the AC wasn't working properly last night" The bruises on his back and arms, fresh from last night, hurt whenever he moved. #microtale#ranjiwrites

Look at the simplicity of those eyes.., It looking at us again and again in an attempt to avoid us.. #review #cV #micro

I used to silence for communication Where words had no any place: I was trying a lot to came close to her But, She was making some space, I asked :- Why ? She replied :- Getting someone is not really love Because,"Full stop is the end of sentence". #Akash#talks#review

*Perhaps my soul is dark* I am drawn into your world That you so darkly carved With your emptiness Perhaps my soul is dark Perhaps I like black holes Perhaps I hope to emerge On the other side as bright As a brilliant.radiant star That lights up a million worlds Im sorry Jasmine I am drawn to your dark nudity The poverty of your humanity Perhaps my soul is dark Perhaps I like the thorns better Than the roses and the fragrance Of blood better than jasmine Perhaps I want to break through The darkest night pouring into A zig zillion shards of light silently making a new dawn #review, #RC, #Everyone, #poetry