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CRUSH You are like fire in a lamp / I can't live without seeing you, can not touch you / I can come to you but can not reach you / Your life is my memory and the light of my life / I am feared to say words in my heart, if can't say i became crazy/ I afraid of you, i like you, i can't live without you / Because you was a fire in a lamp/ 01/03/2022 11:58 PM @abhi #review#lovepoem#abhi

Day & Night This is a tale about "day" and "night", who loves each other with all their might. Both of them have qualities which are extremely differential, yet the amount of passion they share is just unconditional. Their love is too unlucky and cruel, the only time they meet is for a duel. Evenings are just a glimpse of their togetherness, without each other they are always surrounded by emptiness. Staring at the pain in their lover's eyes, trying to comfort each other with their fake smiles, the level of sadness is so high that sometimes even their pain cries. Yet they somehow find hope in their despair, that tomorrow they wont shed any tear, but when the eyes meets their pair, they weep just like a kid does for a bear. Even the mornings need night to hear them cry, Even the nights need morning to motivate them to try. But at last in the world full of similar lovers, they will always stand in corner with their feelings covered. #adi#review#day&night

HORROR It was a chilling night, Though the moon was shining very bright. I was in a village in Bihar, Lying on the terrace and admiring the brightest star. Then suddenly, I got some strong vibes, That someone was staring me with his cruel eyes. I was on my legs in a fraction of a second, Searching for the person every corner and end. But he was nowhere to be seen, Again I lied on the terrace and soon went into a deep dream. While I was sleeping, I could make it out that somebody sitting beside me was weeping. As soon as I opened my sleepy eyes, I could no longer hear the cries. This time I was pretty sure of his presence, So I stood up with my angry face which was lacking in patience. I walked to the centre and cried, "If you dare to test my patience then come in front and try". As soon as I finished saying this, A man appeared in front ,crawling on his elbows and knees. My angry eyes soon filled up with tears for mercy, But he didn't care and kept on moving with eyes full of fiery. My heartbeat was growing faster, I became more depressed after hearing his wicked laughter. I was so frightened that I fainted under the moon, When I opened my eyes I was in my dad's room. After asking a bunch of questions, I got to know that my dad bought me down and indirectly saved me from the situation. I have never said anyone about that dreadful night, Due to which I am still afraid to go alone on terrace in bright daylight. #adi#review#horror

The beau, ignorance. I knew. That made me a shitty person If there was anything that made it unbearable and more hard to overcome than anything, it’s the fact that I knew it was going to happen. It’s a pity we don’t get to un-know stuff. Like just trash it. It felt(no, was )wrong. Like hoarding the girls lavatory or cyber bullying overweight people because it felt right Or self-hurting so you can feel anything other than this unimaginable sorrow that was slowly drowning you. If there was anything that was worse than knowledge, it’ll be passivity, more like apathy. The fact that you didn’t act. That I didn’t act This didn’t feel wrong. It didn’t feel like anything I have ever felt. Words can’t quantify how it feels. Probably, nothing will. I hope nothing does. Excerpt from my book, For the Lies that Matter @whosayegat #review #everyone #excerpts

O! dear emotion Why did you get hurt again, Last time, hadn't you mumbled, Further you wud take help of brain. Yet here you are lying wounded, secluded, and sobbing in pain. I don't understand, how could you Let this happen, over n over again? Let me protect you and let me make you strong, Let me take control so no-one can ever twist your arm. I won't let you take the bullshit which do you so much harm Let me remind you, you are my love, and you are my lucky charm. #review #khaahk #luckycharm

Hi Maestros i am in love with poetry, but whenever I start to write somthing of my own, my thoughts start to fumble, I often have words that stumble and get so much crushed under pressure and finally I crumble. strength leaves my body that is necessary to hold a pen, my concious starts scolding, you are fucking old, if not now, then when? I pick my courage and lock it inside my vault of chest, like a little chicken is protected by its mama hen. I believe you maestros have ability, to hunt your thoughts and words, like a shark Can you please lent some advise for a little puppy who really wants to bark. #review#critically #khaahk

<b>Death is the colour of empty skies</b> <i>For whose sake, hence-forth, all his vowes be such, As what he loves may never like too much.</i> ~ 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. <b>Author Notes</b> The names of the central character and the author of the story being identical is an unfortunate coincidence readers are requested to overlook. #theabsurdist#microfiction#review

I have an odd impulse, of losing myself in the crowd. I believed that's how I found myself, but then I realised. I just wanted to be found. Beyond lust and pleasures, I have a jubilant admiration, for this weird ripple of sensitivities, that can only be triggered by people so rare. It's almost angelic. In a world that survives on each other, It's only a miracle how I live on my own. Comprehending pain from people, Discerning despair. I was just correlating. To what it made me, And what you've become. I guess, Its been a trial to see how to be the man, that I pretend to be. #wong#review#newuser

#writeup Paper. Paper runs the world. Paper has got the world crazy. But, in fact, it really, is just paper. World sustains not based on paper, but on mutual harmony. Comfort is achieved not by paper, but as today’s fruit of yesterday’s virtues. Take good note of it on a beautiful paper, treating paper for what it is. #review#fistertrompy

#shortwriting More than relations and mutual trust, paper is being loved. That is the summary of the root-cause of all the tragedy in the world. रिश्तों अौर अपसी समझ से अधिक, कागज़ प्यारा हो गया। ये जो कहा, वह संसार की दुर्दशा का मूल कारण कह दिया। #review#fistertrompy

Part 2 I wiped out my tears, kissed the wetted rug and received the call. He started shoutin in anger, I was silently listenin to his complaints and sorrows then after awhile he paused (as he realized he said alot). I left the prayer rug lyin there on the ground, went to bed and asked him for his dismay and he began to cry. Ya Allah! His wailin's sounded the same as of the one who just finished weepin and received the phone call. He wept awfully and I urged him to calm down. After sometime he was back to normal and accepted that he was wrong (or maybe even regret it) and we both exchanged apologies. It was so Peaceful and full of pleasure that we were both smilin again. I.was proud of myself that today i discovered the universal secret, the divine and meanwhile The Woman Of The DarkLand who can climb every mointain and cross every ocean just to fix what she's broken. Durin our conversation he mentioned that he's to leave for the England in next 2 weeks. Ah! As if a viper stung me but then again the woman inside me spoke out He's to go and achieve his every dream and only then he'll come back in order to stay forever. She continued by sayin that you've to wait wholeheartedly on tiptoes for the longest of the lifetimes and then you'll be payed off. Suddenly I realized she's right, love ain't supposed to be the reason of death of someone's beloved's dream (no matter what sorta love it is, besides it's true). Love aint stoppin him to chase his destiny, it's to let him go and pray for his safe return along with his dream turnt into reality. So I told him he must go and keep this charmin smile always on his face. We talked for 2 hour I think and then we both started feelin sleepy. After so long I heard "love you, take care " from himni felt blessed. At the end he said do call me early in the mornin and I switched off my phone and both of us fell asleep in peace. And I'm sure it was after a week that we were sleepin peabefully. In the mornin I woke up and 1st thing I remembered is that I have to call him. I could barely remember what happened to me last night (or maybe to both of us). I phoned him he received the call and his sweet voice made my day. We began to talk more comfortablely than the last night and were feelin much better. Again a point came where the word "Seperation was used, as he's to leave soon. I wanted to confess that it kills me to remind myself that he'll be off for 5 -6 years but then a sudden joy plunges into my soul and dances sayin "Prayer is a hope that knows no end and my Lord is the one who loves Patience". I promised him we'll meet one last time before he flies off. Albeit he didn't say much about how he'll feel in the distant lands but I could hear him sayin I miss my land and the woman of this darkland. The conversation lasted for an hour until he said I wanna sleep for another hour. We again said sincerely goodbye to each other and cut the call. It was 8:30 and I placed my phone on the cushion beside me and stood up in a fresh mood. As I was tyin my hair my eyes fell on the prayer rug. What a beautiful moment my God! I took the cloak that was on my bed, wrapped it around my body and sat on the prayer rug. It was still slightly wet and the airs flooded with perfumes of the woman of the DarkLand and her beloved one. "Alhumdulillah-i-rabbil-Aalamin!" it was all I can utter in His greatness. #review#poetry#she#love

#review#cont#CA#shortStory It was as if being revived. Her mind allowed thoughts to enter. Leaving all attachments behind. Her focus was on what was hidden behind the voices. There was something pulling her from her body. Desensitizing her. Allowing her spirit to break away. This was meditation. This was how she could keep going. This was her recharge.