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REVENGE
My body shivered heart broken mind gone insane.
I quivered in my shell my mind was not ready for pain
It was the last blow my gentleness can sustain
My heart wept loud I was determined for revenge
I locked my heart with golden key and threw it into the sea
I will not be accessible any more how near she will be
IN MEMORY OF LOVED ONES
All the departed soul who left us untimely bereaved you will be remembered.
You will be remembered as you fought bravely against the enemy of humanity who has voted to eliminate all human kind
You will be remembered as you have not bent the knee and fought verociously and forced this virus to change its ammunition time and again
You will be remembered as the first droplets of rain who sacrifice themselves in the desert in order to rejuvenate the entire humanity
You will be remembered when virus is defeated and situation will be under control.
You will be remembered as inspiration for change of system for demand of good medical fecilities
You will be remembered by our children by children of our children and by their children and so on in stories of bravery of their forefathers who fought gallantly with the enemy who comes time and again in different form to eliminate humanity.
It does not matter how scorching and strong the Sun is.A blow of gentle cool wind is enough to bring new Hope
Tackling Negativity
We all have negative experience in Our lives.It is upon us to discard the negativity and go with positivity or to stick with negativity and accumulate the darkness.That darkness will accumulate to become so huge that your whole personality will collapse to form a huge black hole.Every form of goodness- loyalty trust faith Compassion love Care sink into it and dies a horrible death.A chain reaction will be initiated which will spread suspicion insecurity jealousy envy cruelty ill-will animosity and hatred,which will engulf you and surrounding around you for eternity.
Irony Of Having Trust Is That It Gets Broken
State of Peace Passes through Path of Chaos
Cuckoos Nest
Taunted by the birds of the jungle,to put rumour to the rest a cuckoo decided let build a nest
She gathered straw and leaves and everything which is needed
Learnt from other birds how the leaves are beaded
Somehow able to build a clumsy nest
Sit to lay the eggs done her best
She was gifted with beautiful voice but had no pointed beak
She lacked the crafting skill so nest made was weak
Crows came to know about the happenings
They decided to add some seasoning
Crows gathered and started to praise
What a beautiful architecture like michelangelo at his best
The precision with which the nest was crafted
Battista should learn how art is drafted
It has such a magnificent dome
Which has faded the beauty of chapels of the Rome
The skill with which its foundation is laid on the mound
It looks like precious diamond in the crown
Flattered by the praise Cuckoo layed the egg
Space was congested so she stretched the leg
Nest was weak could not bear the load
Strong wind was also on board
Nest was shattered eggs rolled down the mound
Whole dream of cuckoo was lied on the ground
POETIC SOCIETY
People often act like Cuckoos they park their anger frustration depression in other mind and go on stroll
Passionate lover
Far away in the cold west
There lives a pair of bird in their nest
The couple were young when they met
Fell in love at their first date
It has been several year of their courtship
But not able to give warmth to their relationship
Every year mother hatches the egg with hope
To give birth to healthy babies and nurture them to make a flock
But the nature was harsh and weather was cold
Chicks die when they became little old
There was no end to the mother pain
Life seems to be burden, all efforts in vain
One day the couple felt warm wind from the east.
We should fly to the land decided the beast
Other birds stopped warn them of the danger
It is very mad to venture a place so stranger
Couple heard no one, flew towards the wind
Hoping that one day their agony will come to end
Flew for several months braving the cold weather
Traveling across several seas and mountain has weakened their feathers.
There was a mighty mountain before the last post
Flew with utmost strength to beat the mighty ghost
Their wings got broken body fell from the sky
Reached to the destination,no need to fly.
It is said that every year flock of bird from west
Fly across the mountain to show them respect.
-ASIF-
POET SOCIETY
An empty pocket, a starved belly and an anxious eye can teach you thousand valuable lessons than any book ever be
Geting disturbed by negative thought.
Relax, take a deep breath and remember your personality is greater than any thought.
Be aware of the invisible hand
They will come disguised as friend but they are not.
They will come in the form of empathy but they will give you pain.
Be aware of invisible hand as they will show you love but they have hidden agenda.
They will shower affection and care but They have wicked motive to control you,to control your body and soul.so be aware....
life lesson
Life is how we see it
Man in the wood :it is hard to go there is shrubs and bushes thorns and pebbls
Wood : I am providing you canopy of shades protecting you from scorching sun
Man in the desert: it is hard to go there is scorching sun no shade.
Desert : Do n't looose heart i am giving you endurance and resillience.
Man on the land: it is hard to go path is bumpy full of mud and dust
Land: O sweet lad i am providing softness to your legs, cool wind beautiful scenery.
Man in the sea: It is hard to go tides are high sea is vast and lonely ness all around
Sea: O man can't you admire cool gentle winds, singing of albatross, dancing of fish
I was travling a lonely path destination was mile away.listend to the wind and nature and I was not lonely on the way
Life is blessing live it to fullest
Embrace every moment as it is not coming back.
Echo of Humanity
It is never great where creator is oppressed
Where girl is killed in the womb, where aspiration of women are brought to dead.
It is never great where majority dominates minority,where pluralism is not spread.
It is never great when a country plunders another country because it want again to be great.
It is never great when a human kills a human because he belongs to some superior race.
It is never great when peoples are displaced from their homeland and walls at the border is erected
It is never great when childrens are drowned crossing the sea and conscience of civlised is not shaked.
It is never great when a zealot kills an innocent bcause he feels his belief is great.
It is never great when 9 percent of world sleeps hungry and 1 percent have half the world wealth.
It is never great when a person is discriminated on gender,class,caste,colour because he is not dominantly privileged.
It is never great when conscience is at slumber and humanity is poisoned to slow death.
#Broken#
I saw the sky for one last time
Thinking and behaving like I was fine
But when he came into my mind
I locked myself again inside.
Without noticing what I was doing
I woke the love that I ruined
I missed his touch so fucking much
But I can't bring him back in my life.
Sitting here all alone
I remembered the letters that he wrote
My heart was crying from this break
And his feels were all so fake.
Crying for him was a mistake
It wasn't worth to take this game
Now all of this is on the past
All I can do is try to hide.
NUMB.
Numb.
My heart is beating faintly
Tears are streaming down
My breath is trembling
My body is shaking
Yet I dont feel a thing
You left
And I died inside
You're not here anymore
And I forgot how to live
I see demons in the day
Your ghost haunting me
My nightmares threatening to kill me
You died
And took me with you
What's the point of living
If I'm just a lifeless soul left now
Surrounded by nothing
But darkness
And the memories of you
Haunting me
Every time I close my eyes
Numb from all the pain
Numb from all the hurt.
-Sameen Shah
Meeting with a soul 💛
Lakes beyond loot: harmonies
Our own oedipal conflicts stir
To thine's inchoate childish pilgrims
With an aching anarchic aura
To read a page that's a being's
One hundred and twenty-four
Are the latter the hours 'tis day
To start over and begin again
After to before: furthermore
Her findings.
Are this compelling opinions.
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Product of Babylon
My heart is filled with darkness I can no longer water down but God knows that I know I only need to transcend it I don’t need to know how cause I can’t learn to transcend darkness I still try to fight from the 12 tribes to the tunnel of light am I the product of Babylon. I can’t relate to any Middle Eastern durge’s I can’t relate to happy dead head music I’m not the product of Babylon not the victom of those so long gone any more than the illusion of right and wrong or that I dreamed up the words to this song it’s just the product of Babylon and a fool that thought he could rule the kingdom of God no comfort from thy staff and thy rod I got it backwards so it seems a bit odd are we supposed to compete for a taste of the sweetest grace when we are all a disgrace staring at God in the face when we should be looking straight down with our head hung in shame but in the transferal of blame we should have been long gone back to Babylon but we are still here living in darkness and fear too guilty to shed anymore tears and I still don’t know the way from here still waiting for my head to clear and know if I’m anymore near than I was yesterday or am I even further away or have I just found my way back to babylon. Some woman in a bar with invisible scars said she was afraid of me and I found it hard to believe she said I was a powerful demon but I just couldn’t see it maybe in another life no child I love no ex wife or ex something or another they borrow things from the deceased that they will never return am I the mark of the beast or am I just meant to burn keep me on a short leash or I just might return or cast me right back to Babylon
I love writing because sometimes its like this
And then other times... 😅
Ok, so I've watched Link Click a few times now. And one thing I don't think it really explains is how Lu guang sees the photo. Cxs basically possesses the person who took it so does Lu guang see it only as the photographer sees it. This bit confuses me but I think I get it. My main question, if the person he is watching the past through goes to sleep or is unconscious in those twelve hours, would be not able to see similar to when the little boy was knocked out? This could get them in trouble, right? Lu guang couldnt see what was going on and cxs dives and wakes up to investigate and all hell could break loose and Lu Guang couldn't fix or guide cxs through any of it because he doesn't know. But theres also how protective he is, he may just not let cxs dive because they have no idea what could happen.
Just an idea of what I mean: A client comes in asking if they could find his daughter. He gives a picture of her off her social media from the day she went missing.
Lu guang looks through it and 4 hours in, everything goes black and nothing can be seen throughout the rest of the photo. However near the last 2 hours, he can hear talking. Cheng decides he wants to dive and manages to convince Lu guang.
After he get knocked out as the missing girl, Lu guang continues to talk to him, eventually waking him up earlier than original. Hes blindfolded and the room is silent and cold. Hes tied up. He can't clap, he can't see, and he has no idea where he is. And Lu guang doesn't know what is going to happen.
Hours pass and Cheng is unable to break free. And eventually the talking starts. A low mumbling from multiple people approaching the room he's held captive in. The twelve hours is almost up. Cheng is starting to panic but wants to get some kind of information.
"What are you, cowards? Too afraid to show your face to your victim?" His voice is shaky but hes determined to see at least the smallest amount. He ignores Lu guang calls to not escalate the situation. His blindflod gets ripped off. And he can see their faces. The small garage they are in. Time is almost out, only a moment left. He looks up and sees the barrel of a gun and feels the bullet hit him at the same moment time runs out. He falls back next to Lu guang in a pure panic. The feeling of a bullet running through his brain causes him to break down into a full panic attack, lashing out as Lu guang tries to comfort him.
"Breath, your safe. Your home. I got you." Cheng calms down enough for lu guang to pull him into a hug "I didn't know, Im so sorry"