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Sealed windows of my heart, Need a breeze to open them away! To conquer the rains and the clouds! Need a flight high in the sky! The lanes will become roads someday! The hollow holes will change to mines The night is dark! Deep black without the moon light! The fortnight is standing far far away! And I started the journey with a candle ! Beyond the clouds! Beneath the sea! In my heart! There's Only victory! Give me my wings! Give me my flight! I am made up for the victory! Give me the right time! #lotus#poetry#review

Sealed windows of my heart, Need a breeze to open them away! To conquer the rains and the clouds! Need a flight high in the sky! The lanes will become roads someday! The hollow holes will change to mines The night is dark! Deep black without the moon light! The fortnight is standing far far away! And I started the journey with a candle ! Beyond the clouds! Beneath the sea! In my heart! There's Only victory! Give me my wings! Give me my flight! I am made up for the victory! Give me the right time! #poetry #review #lotus

"THE LAST MESSAGE" Oh! poor soul you had time, but denied Oh! poor your family you left behind Oh! I envy those who could make amends I envy Myself getting off your wrath Is this the price for calmness Or is this the deception of mahem The old wise tree has shed And the bird has lost it's egg The heavy boxes are a burden now But have to march out of house The weaker ones would be thrown away The stronger ones will find a way My pain will never reach you But who cares about that So was your pain bigger But it's me who is writing the poem So don't haunt me with a new chapter You don't have the power to make me read I don't need your fake smiles anymore Instead...., grace me with a good night sleep #Einstestine#poetry#review Feelings can't be measured and compared. A friend thinks of a last message for his dead friend in form of a poetry at his funeral who has committed suicide. Though he feels an unimaginable pain, he still thinks it's his parents right to be in most pain for the moment so he expressed himself in this poetry but still mention his family first, at the end he couldn't control his pain and tells him that it hurts him more than anyone.

Bottled lightening, fallen stars, Dancing butterflies and singing soul, What are these little half expressions, To express your love so fulfilling and whole. I'm pouring ink like a maniac, For a love that made me sane, Loving in my intermediate ways, Forgetting the boon or bane. I'll pour till my paper is all wet, And with it I'll wipe your dry hand, Stain you in my transparent ink, In colors only we will Bottled lightening, fallen stars, Dancing butterflies and singing soul, What are these little half expressions, To express your love so fulfilling and whole. I'm pouring ink like a maniac, For a love that made me sane, Loving in my intermediate ways, Forgetting the boon or bane. I'll pour till my paper is all wet, And with it I'll wipe your dry hand, Stain you in my transparent ink, In colors only we willunderstandunderstand ~ Maansi #review #poetry #maans

You push me up to explore the highs, And drag me down to search the lows, When I'm tired and think it's enough, You come up again with so much more, Why do I need the highs and lows, To live and be noticed and to fit. I don't wanna fly or don't wanna dig in, I just want a little ground to sit. I wanna gaze the blue sky and feel the green grass, Instead of chasing them because you want, I want my little life to be a sweet lullaby, Not a dreadful dream that haunts. The intermediate makes me happy, I feel beautiful being average among all, No hell no heaven is what I need, I just need ground to have a good stroll. #review #poetry #maans @IWRITESOMTIMES

You push me up to explore the highs, And drag me down to search the lows, When I'm tired and think it's enough, You come up again with so much more, Why do I need the highs and lows, To live and be noticed and to fit. I don't wanna fly or don't wanna dig in, I just want a little ground to sit. I wanna gaze the blue sky and feel the green grass, Instead of chasing them because you want, I want my little life to be a sweet lullaby, Not a dreadful dream that haunts. The intermediate makes me happy, I feel beautiful being average among all, No hell no heaven is what I need, I just need ground to have a good stroll. #maans #poetry #review

Of love, and love Always have a question peeked inside me, always have I marveled to know what is love. Line of small efforts, eased up so easily in a heart like pomegranate, peeling off layers, poems it had wove. Always have rain sang how he left me in a soaked thin road, When rain poured like a razor melted to hurt me, waves of tears rode. Is love felt at the point of a leftout, like the cutting of a nerve in a surgery, where pain dulls. My consciousness fled, I grew to a thin heinous girl of self blames, pain nulls. Then I saw the rain slowly retreating, then I saw him smile. Ofcourse there was she, someone else, they screamed a song without lyrics. Or I didn't want to know such lyrics, cause the world has become a place so vile, vile. Love is a condition, divine. Those who never known to their heart, it is a possession of thousand togetherness... It is yours, it is mine. #Saramts#poetry#review

#Saramts #poetry #review Life went too placid, Living in the nest of a seaside birch. Talking with souls drifted in sands, Drawn in patterns of unforgettable sadness. There you see, how a moon turns red, how the sky breaks in tears. Life goes on, crushing hearts that cry in joy. And I lay mourning death of a firefly.

I lay on my bed laying all my worries together, Drenched in tears wondering why I cry, Feeling a rush inside me so powerful, Still feeling weak to give it a try, I'm so alone in this huge crowd, In a vibrant rainbow a depressed monochrome, I have stayed within four walls my whole life, But my mind leaps miles in search for a home. I go to the garden with little girls everyday, They pick daisies and I pick abandoned wild grass, I'll ask my known ones to burn them with me when I die, So we live as meaningful ashes in a jar of brass. I pity the shooting stars for falling so hard, And dislike the clouds for having so much hate, They could have given the falling stars a hand, And helped them from hitting the bottom and kept them safe. I'm trying to pull these senseless fragments into one, Don't know if these fragments are of my thoughts or my heart, Rather than spending time and energy figuring it out, I'll act as the puppet in the show and play my part. #review #poetry #maans

There's a twitching pain in my chest, Am I supposed to act out or wait, Tell them this ache is of my heart twisting, Not a miraculous twist of faith. I mourned over my ungrateful life, They consoled and said you write your own fate, I took a pen and paper and sat down alone, Writing happy stories of love and no hate. I never wrote what I'm getting, I need to know who read what I wrote down that night. I'll tell him maybe he has got the wrong stories, Mine had only peace and no fight. I'm roaming like a lost traveler in the woods, Who knows where he wants to go, Walks with hope and determination, But every land mark has a wrong way to show. I'm crying my eyes out yet laughing, I'm lost and waited to be found, I'll stay dark and dead inside, But will spread a life around. Have a little life of me and smile, Show my mourning heart your glee, So when I sleep at night drenching in tears, I hope there's someone tomorrow waiting for me. #poetry #maans #review @IWRITESOMTIMES

#review#poetry#Einstestine Loving a lie too much Hating to deny so much The Builded madness, unraveled the path The Builded hatred, bring forth the wrath A short lived journey like a broken Hourglass sand A melancholy start and an abrupt end (Pls do tell me your views on this , it's always interesting to hear different openions)

#review#poetry#Einstestine Loving a lie too much Hating to deny so much The Builded madness, unraveled the path The Builded hatred, bring forth the wrath A short lived journey like a broken Hourglass sand A melancholy start and an abrupt end