It rained tears that dayFrom that last day of monsoon, her life fell into a complete darkness. They felt she wouldn't open her eyes. He's gone.
Both loved rains. In monsoons, their routine was getting and having fun. He always asked, "How can a sky cry?" She always replied with a smile accompanying clouds' joyful tears for their unconditional love. But now of grief as he was dead in a blast.
Sarah, a mother in the lap of her mother, finally opened her wet eyes. All she saw was darkness of eternal night and his son as a shining star in the sky.
Before it was too late.I was walking on the streets of heaven when I saw an old lady sitting on the roadside helplessly in extreme suffering. I thought the children who have forsaken their mother in such cruel way deserve the raging fires of hell. She was partially bald. She had wrinkles all over her face and sunken eyes. When I approached her, she took her face away from me. I tried to look her closely and was shattered into pieces because of the shame I felt. She was my mother earth and I couldn't even recognize her because of her such miserable condition. I couldnt believe that what I had started ignorantly as a part of industrial revolution was carried forward to such an extent that my fellow brothers and sisters who are worshipers of commercialism had made her bald in the mayhem of deforestation. She was completely dehydrated which caused wrinkles all over her body. Her face had a layer of smoke residue over her as if someone has smoked zillions of cigarettes over her face.Before it was too late.8 years ago in Written Submissions More Like This
I couldnt see her
Letting goLetting go8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At the end of a frazzled rope hung a man, daggling by a few blistered fingers and a little hope. He looked down, staring into the black abyss below, wondering if it would hurt, and if there was a bottom. Only a half an inch, he slipped, but it felt like forever in an instant. He breathed again. In short, quick bursts, as sweat beaded his brow.
The rope wiggles a little and looking up he sees her, knife in hand, slowly sawing and smiling. I know you said you loved me, but I thought I told you good bye.
He's InsaneHe knows he was special, he always felt that uniqueness somewhere inside. He knows the fact that never in the history has been anyone exactly like him, nor will there be again. He also knows that every man was unique in his own way but he is among the lucky few people who realize it.He's Insane9 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
He is loud and full of life in the deepest details. He loves to talk but it was not the case when he was a child. He didn't speak for two years on this earth because of which his parents were quite worried. They consulted a doctor and after the checkup the result was out. "Whenever he'll speak, he'll speak to such an extent that it will be difficult for you to make him silent", predicted the doctor back then. The guess came true; he is a complete chatter box. Now he wants to be a motivational speaker. He wants to change the world and the minds by using this skill in his workshops where he can help people to improve and kindle a spark of hope in them. He believes small steps lead to a bigger change. People
SMILESmile does it for everyone. Just a smile. Have you ever received a smile from stranger? It is so selfless that it just gets into deepest chord of your heart. You know it is not fake. You can feel the warmth and the joy. Even fake smiles work. It has a fair chance to make you happy but more than that it does make other people feel special. Still try to put a heartfelt smile rather than a fake one. Smile to everyone, even if that person is a stranger. Who knows that smile can change that person life forever. Who knows that smile can vanish some anxiety/worry which had a strong potential to make a huge lost afterwards. Who knows that smile can give him/her a zeal to live.SMILE9 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Pass it on with a smile
HERHERHER10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
she is the girl who gets it all
the girl who controlls me
who makes me fall
she is the girl who gets the him
that i want everytime
the girl who gets the guy
that i want to make mine
she is everything that a guy wants
i went after my dream
but it didn't come back
and try to catch me
she said sorry,
but it doesn't cut it
she said sorry
but now i'm lit
the light in the tunnel
is running low
the light in the me and him
where did it go?
i swore that i could have gotten him
but i didn't
and thats what counts
she got what i wanted all along
she wasn't there
when he broke up in song
she is the one who gets to look into his eyes
she has a guy to lean on
when she is hurt, when she cries
she has HIM
the him i thought i'd actually get
the him i thought i could have
the him i thought was into me
the him i know is hers now
he is into her
get it into my system
cry in my tree
use the punchingbag twice
use the wall more times
get use to him with her
get use to her rhymes
ode to a salamanderMusic in crisp autumn airode to a salamander7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is bound to leave an immortal reminiscence.
Our story is childish
so much so that it almost warrants
a hefty application of rocking horses
and crumbling sandcastles.
We should have known, we knew, we ignored
the inevitable destination of
the currents of our hearts
dragging us too far out into a vicious sea.
Too many arcane chasms separate us
but being who we are, we held fast
and plunged into the dusky depths
hoping to find our reason.
Slow down, love.
It is not time for us yet.
Still, whenever I see your form
dark and brooding against the fallen leaves
it reminds me just why I love you
but does not let me understand the logic of the universe.
What has left these mossy eyes wanting
is not water filling the empty well of self-regard
or the vanity
that goes hand in hand with calling you mine.
Rather, it is
the sound of rain on the window screen
and the feeling of your heart beneath paper skin
which has long since abandoned this barren soul.
Sometimes, when it is
Man with an obscure newspaperThe man sits like he owns the bench, maybe he does. His glasses sink on his nose and he holds the newspaper in front of him like a sail, glancing around it and failing to comprehend the text. Perhaps the paper is upside down, so he flips it and tries again. Still the glyphs don't form any meaningful patterns. This is getting quite confusing. It's possible that the man is drunk. On the other hand papers often don't make any sense. Perhaps neither of them is making any sense and this thought makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.Man with an obscure newspaper9 years ago in Suture Drabble Contest More Like This
Six WordsWe can fly, but we'll fall.Six Words8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The Silent SpaceHe talked so much, as if it would never end. She was tried of his endless talks; her patience was all consumed. The ambiance made her more vulnerable. She asked him to stop blabbering. She wanted him to make some love. Passion was still missing in his eyes; speech was the only sense that he used. Romance absent, so was sexual pleasure. She asked him to sense what her hearts words were, what messages her smile conveys. After all the real pleasure is in acceptance, in your hearts defeat. Instead, he made her silent. And the night ended like that, in silence, forever.The Silent Space9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This