Flameless

The eternal water droplets in the sky

Shine in the night

When the massive white pearl

With an undeniable glory but

Just a spot of sorrow

Remains in its solitude, untouched
Very far away from that civilization

I am on my bed

Trying to stitch the fabric

Which once described who I was

Those dreams got faded in the veils of time
But I m here

I don’t know what, I don’t know how

But god created me

Just to watch how I ruin myself

Destruct every single fiber within me
Once long ago I had the fire

The fire which could have kindled my life

The society which was around me
Now I am here gazing the dark sky

The sky is dark but not negative

Contrasting my thoughts
I want to rise, rise from the ashes of my negative present

But it doesn’t take too long

To get through the fact that

I stand here

Flameless just flameless…

B.N. : Hello my lovely readers and fellow bloggers!
I am back with another poem which was supposed to be posted yesterday but I procrastinated!  Oooppss!
This won’t happen again. Hope you like it.
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Daily Prompt: Ovation

via Daily Prompt: Ovation

The moment son of martyr decided to join military the father’s soul gave a silent ovation #livefornation #diefornation

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He loved to help orphans,
cared for them,
and being an orphan himself all he wanted was
silent ovation for the parents
who were dead.

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B.N.: Hello my lovely readers and fellow bloggers.
I am presenting two tiny tales for today’s prompt.
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It was my sixteenth birthday everything seemed to be perfectly incredible. The cake was just what I wanted with “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BETA” written on it. My mother was the second one to wish me my birthday it was my dad who wished me first.
12 hours before my birthday party the superhero of my world –my dad entered in my room with white lilies in one hand and chocolates in the other. I know it because I wasn’t sleeping I was just pretending to be in the utopia of the dream so that he would wake me up, hug me and then wish me and that was what he did. He came towards sleeping me, leaned a bit and planted a soft fatherly kiss on my forehead then he did something which was extremely cute at least for me. He brought his lips near my ear and whispered, “happy birthday princess”.
Maa came to wish me when I was fully awake.
My birthday party was at my house and it was supposed to start at 6 but due to some bakery confusion, it started at 8. All my friends were there and parents’ friends were there. They were enjoying, the whole atmosphere just seemed to be phenomenal But it still felt like something was missing or maybe I should say someone was missing. Yes! It was Christie whom I was waiting for. It was my sweet sixteen and that moron was still not there. How could she be late? Had she forgotten about me or what..!! Or perhaps she was willing to be slapped, punched or kicked by me! Darkness just fell upon my eyes as these thoughts were flustering my mind and I was pretty sure that those small hands were of Christie. I just turned around and we both shouted out of excitement or rather jumped like monkeys. She was my friend since first grade and was a soul sister to me.
With that, my bundle of joy for that day was complete.
And then I couldn’t wait to cut the cake and have it all over my face.
Things were going so well that day, like never before.
It just seemed to be a perfect day to me. Thanks to my daddy who had done so much for me, everything for me and had actually made me feel like a princess; not only today but always.
Still, the best part about the party was dance and music. As the music was turned on, it felt as if I was so much free, so much myself to groove to those songs. I kept on dancing for more than an hour completely forgetting every other thing. It seemed as if my world was confined to myself and my body couldn’t stop twisting, twirling and shaking the ground until and unless I had started panting badly. It felt as if I had come back to the real world from another world. I was out of the euphoria and all I wanted at that moment was a glass of water. It took almost ten minutes when my brain noticed that Christie hadn’t come yet …what the hell…!! Such a slow girl is my best friend but I didn’t bother to go and find her. I was too tired to do that so I just sat on the sofa and slowly with each passing second my eyelids started to feel heavy and I dozed off.
Hell..!! I I slept for an hour and yet there was no sign of Christie in the entire party and that was making me feel angry that sweet little bitch should be here but she wasn’t. How can anyone take so long just to fetch a glass of water? I just wanted to punch her right on her face. I needed to find her. I went to the kitchen but she wasn’t there. so I asked maa about her she told me that Christie went upstairs almost and an hour back. She also told me that dad and Christie were planning a surprise.
I wasn’t able to believe that such fun things were going to happen on my birthday. I ran like a mad dog. God, I was hell tired still I ran only for her or maybe for that surprise.
I just flashed u through the door of my room.
What..!!!
I screamed and this was not screams of joy the sight in front of me sent cold shivers through my spine and the floodgates of my eyes were shattered. With my blurred vision, I saw a piece of paper lying next to my bed. With trembling hands, I picked it up and too scared to read it, I unfolded the piece of paper. It was somewhat crumpled and there were patches of scattered ink on the words. Wiping off those tears, I read it. after that my life changed completely my skin started to crawl I wanted my soul to leave my body. The note stated
“your father raped me”
The girl who once was my sister was now hanging by the fan with clothes torn apart scratches all over the body.
She was dead
Christie was dead
Father killed her
My father killed her
Father raped her
My father raped her…

B.NHello my lovely readers and fellow bloggers!
I present you another short story. Hope you will like this. Do share your thoughts and review in the comment section. Also, please suggest a title for this tale in comment section!
Thanks for all the support you guys have shown me. My blogging journey is going great, all because of you, My lovely readers and fellow bloggers!
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P.S A special thanks to someone who is quite new in my life but the bond seems to be strong. Divyanshu Giri thanks for always saying the right things at right time and for being by my side. ❤ 🙂

The festive mood

The festive mood
A festive week
A whole new set of 365 days waiting for us
With hopes in eyes for something better

We forget about very few someones and somewheres
A someone who lost a father
A someone who lost a brother
Someone who lost a husband
But in festive mood we forget

How can we forget?
While I am writing this
While you are reading this
Someone is struggling to calm the fire rising within belly
But in the festive mood we forget

How can we forget?
Somewhere on the other side of the world
Someone is always living on the threshold of life
Where a life is nothing but just a matter of eccentricity
But in the festive mood we forget

How can we forget?
Is the soul within us so shallow
We can’t even give few moment of our life to pray for them
But in festive mood we forget

Close your eyes and introspect
Someone within you is still innocent
Someone within you can’t forget
So raise that someone
I just made You pledge that this time we won’t forget.

B.N.: Hello my lovely readers and fellow bloggers!
Merry Christmas to you all!
Ok, so you up for this pledge? Do share your thoughts and reviews in the comment section!
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P.S. this image made me smile, so I thought why not share with you!
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via Daily Prompt: Festive

PATH WE CHOOSE…

It was just a matter of path
Both were sons of human
But the path taken
Different
One chose a path
A path that ultimately would lead to destruction
A path that would kill the darkness
The path that would destruct the darkness
A religious preacher was what he became
The latter chose a path
A path that would ultimately lead to the unification
A path that would give a life
A life to devil
A path that will unify the sinner
A suicide bomber was what he became……
The paths we choose is the destiny we decide……

B.N.: Hello my lovely reader and fellow bloggers!
I present you another poem. This one about the Path we choose.
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DISCOVER HELL

Discover  hell

look at Aleppo burning

innocent souls getting ruined in hell

humanity taking last breaths

discover hell

look at the Aleppo burning

to discover hell you don’t need to do sins

just look at Aleppo.

B.N.: Hello my lovely reader and fellow bloggers.
I am posting a poem about Aleppo. It pains me to see the humanity dying there. may God bless those souls who died and help the ones alive to face the cruelty. Pray for Aleppo Thanks.