Dear power's why do you think that innocents have No rights to raise their voice ? Your batons should protect the Innocents it shouldn't attack. Where is humanity ? Does it got faded by your powers with no pity ? Why still justice is under rest, Watching all these horror list ?
He holds the gun to my head this masked being, at an almost unsafe distance from me From what little of his face is available for reading I can tell he doesn't seem anxious for a person with his finger on the trigger The reason for his nonchalance: he has done this exact same thing with a lot of people today Without a second thought he shoots at me and I flinch action and reaction Newton laughs at my poem. Is it over? Am I done? Seeking answers comes like a pressing necessity and my eyes fling open in a reflex I am alive I am alive I am alive he is standing there this illegible, clad human jotting down my secrets in his long notebook my deeds clearly recorded, he prepares to leave almost as unconcerned as he was while he'd arrived I catch him with an awkward wordless gaze and he awkwardly reciprocates one back The threshold of silence and the underlying need to break the suspense results in mute conversation that lasts for about a millisecond a trade of swift giving and receiving, “but wait you haven't said anything” “there is nothing to be said” “am I dying? tell me, I need to know” His eyes crinkle up at the corners— “aren't we all?” —the mask morphing into a make-shift smile “but no si'r. not you, not today”
"The winds are his breath, and the sky is his mood his playground is called earth, he got silence as food. He just sit back there and watch, eating his food served on patience he feel all the emotion and match in his mind of peace and benevolence. He is fond of playing,so he made colors every color is an emotion of heart, love,hate,anger,fear of many flavours with time they are splashed apart. And what we are ? his destiny's child chained with stories in open rain as we live,we walk,we just build an moment of laughter and pain !"
"This Poem tells us the story of mankind,how we all are his(God's) favorite passtime,his characters and bucket of colours..."
The thing why we hate advices is becoz they are one directional. They come with what we wanna do but they don't speak of the second part, How we wanna do. Mostly people who tend to advice us #1 Has zero idea of what is happening in our lives. They know nothing. #2. They dawn us all of a sudden with lots of smile and that's where we have to be careful, coz they will take our smiles when they leave. #3. They know how to pursuade... Our parents. Yes you're right. They are very well versed in that. They have bunch of knowledge which became rotten even before they gained them. They have very old lenses when we all are turning into mirrorless. The funniest part is "Do this beta, Do that beta".. "Arreh chuppp first tell me how to do it"!!! Mad or what, they make us mere puppets and we have no options only to nod in agreement. The cool thing about advices is they are free of cost any idiot can write and you can read them till now... just kidding. Advices can be interesting too, but when? When we give them... You know you knew some thing and you are well capable of handling an advice and you also know how irritating when a person talks about your life and your future for hours. Then why the heck you put others into same dilemma and you are so cruel that you know how it feels beforehand. Stop this right away (Is this an advice Never mind ) Hope you guys loved it.. If yes share some love as well, if you don't let me know in the comments below and thank you for reading so patiently until thisss... Linee....... Thanks a million.. Love you all