A story of 2 brothers.
If only you could come and sit with me for a while If only we could visit each other every now and then It’s a long way from here to heaven I hope your listening…
इस पोस्ट को लिखने का मकसद कोरोना महामारी को रोकना है, अगर इस पर विचार किया जाता है और ये बात एकदम सटीक बैठती है और कोरोना पकड़ाया जाता है तो दुनिया की सबसे बड़ी समस्या कोरोना वायरस का अंत हो जायेगा । हर एक देश की इकोनोमी तो बचेगी ही, हज़ारों जान जाने से बच जायेंगी और देश दुनिया फिर पहले की तरह तरक्की के रास्ते चल पड़ेंगे । #updivine #updivineyourvibes
Listening to the sound of the whistle I hear a haunting melody that’s so familiar. Over and over again he plays his tune in the freezing indigo gloaming. He has nothing to offer but his tune He’s seen the best days and now this is now, Yet he stands and he breathes into his whistle, the life blood of his country soul repeating the line in ever changing cycles Each phrase perfected each time a little more, a squeak here a cran there the tone gets purer, a little money reassures the will,………a faith of sorts He finds his stillness in the tone repeating the line as I flanneur away to the dwindling sound of his Triumph
It’s about death and how it knows our inner secrets.
Wealth of a person is going away and is remembering its owner
Hi Friends, I have joined this site today for the first time. I specially want to thank the team of UpDivine who showed my this way, specially to Rachel O’Neal Madam. And I hope that…
You’re on a walk, I’m on a walk. Isn’t it wonderful? Aren’t you glad you’re alive?
Writer’s block is a common phenomenon experienced by all writers. Sometimes it’s just impossible to gather your thoughts and come up with the perfect piece of writing. This small poem explores a writer’s feelings while…
There is a time where our shining eyes look towards the sky with wonder and glee, as we chant “New Year, New me”.
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You ignite me like the flame, Hurt me like the fire. You carved my defaced part, Left the shadow apart. You noticed my concealed soul, Never aware of the process to cure. Let go of…
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A man watching my ever inch of curve, piercing his eyes. He utters “Miss, your bra strip is giving me butterflies.” I replied, “Well, should I be disguised?” Shhhhhhhh…..speak low you are a woman he can give a call, He is a man and you must fall ! Wait, why should I fall ? why can’t I give a call ? Society is moulded with judgement afterall. A bra strip is sexualized, at the same time we don’t get god damn sexual rights! It’s been 73 years of independence, But still women are in fight, equality of gender have to put insight. My mother swears me to wear skirts less often, I know I am flaunting it, But at the same time I am risking it. Society gives a dress code thats for eternity, Uff!! but still there is a RAPE and it is still their gossips fraternity. DON’T, just don’t carve my body like a hour glass. And my bra as a calling for some love. But if a bra strip could talk, ” it would wonder why you would create such a scene, each time you see me or even get a slightest peak”. Well, thank you society , “Slutty” is such a an easy word for “easy girls” isn’t it ? It’s my business as your nose does not fit.
