It howled at night in the pitch-black jungle. It wanted to spring upon its prey, Upon hearing the prayer. Oh! It was a calling. It possessed the man to commit the act. The possession is real, oh, it's true! The urge is real, the thirst too. He's a conniving man now! He turned towards the moon and smiled. He pulled his claws and wings out, And flew towards the moon. Oh, the beast it was. He got hold of a branch and moved forward; Branch by branch and tree by tree; Moved till the end of the trees. At the sight of lotus pond. He stretched to grab the flower he loved. In the water, when he saw himself. Astonished, at his reflection. For the Demon he was. All along the way, was I always a demon? Is my bad myself as the good is me? Am I demon to act the thought? Is the good thought-not-act? He growled and cried for his own reflection. The guilt killed his mind, ah, the tears. The appearance too; unwatchable! Turn me back! He growled. But can he? Or will he change the act done? The devilish deed and demonish greed. The wantings of urge and pure need. Now he is all the demon's feed. The demon jumped out, sprung out from him. Left him crying at the pond, laughing hard. The man on his knees, crying out loud. But would he know it left? Would he ever again dare to see in the pond? Could he ever have a glance at himself? Will he realise that it was not him? That it was the demon. And the demon? Just part of his mind's jungle. The one that hides and attacks when called. The actions! It possesses them hard. The thoughts however, not! It is the thoughts that call it out to act open. The man could have controlled the call. But did he? He gave himself to it. He sold the soul to the demon. Now he gets what he asked for, the eternal guilt. The burden of the thought; that unasked act. That could have passed away; the thought. But it did turn into an act. The unforgettable. The un-passable. Quite natural. But still is, Not-allowed! Is never. No, No. No.
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Learn poetry writing with these simple steps
Poetry, a beautiful form of writing which everyone adores, right? Sounds intellectual, feels lovely! Oh, what a wonder is a poetry!
Oops! I started writing poetry by mistake 😃. Once one starts writing poetry it’s hard to stop. Because once we explore the beauty of poetry, it is hard to ignore. True that, who am I to tell this?
To begin with, I am definitely not a brilliant writer but I have been writing poetry for many years now. That being said, I think I can share you some of my personal tips, if you are willing to write an amazing poetry, especially for beginners.
So, let’s get into the topic. Firstly, to write anything, it is important that we understand what form and tone of writing is ours. One definitely can experiment with these but there might be something that is your strong point. Utilise the same to create a poetry. But if we do not write one before knowing the tone, how can we even explore what’s our style?
I meant to say that you may write small phrases or stories or quotes or anything else so that you can understand what your style is.
Now that you know what your style is, sit and start writing something.
What do I write about?
If you are a beginner, keep it simple! You don’t have to write brilliant things to make your poetry wonderful. Poetry is about emotions and opinions. In laymen words, if you are willing to write about feeling dizzy, make sure your readers also feel dizzy when they are reading your poetry.
How to write a poetry?
There is a misconception that if you are writing a poetry, it has to rhyme on every sentence. But that’s not true. You must definitely read about different forms of poetry writing to understand this part.
Simple tips to write a poetry
This all sounded a little easier said than done type right? Don’t worry, I have got you covered!
Remember these points while you are a poetry
Avoid writing cliches!
Make it understandable
Keep it creative
Use the magic of words
Play with the imagination of reader
Keep your motive clear
It is definitely not as simple as it sounds but once you get your flow, nothing can stop you.
One shall definitely make mistakes but remember there is nothing like a perfect piece of writing!
To learn more about content writing, read this
The shattered earth- Divided and unloved
By- Chandini Kola
Why the borders? Why the hate? What do you hold in the crate? Why the blood in the perfumes of the wind? Why do you make us the bait? Why the lines of control as the end? When do we all liberate? Was this your idea of showing love? What should we all await? Flesh and tears for the security? Love or dominance? Is my debate, Do you hold power to destiny? Then what's about this so great? Gifts you send of a lightless candle, How do you expect us to celebrate? A handshake or a little smile, Tell us what it takes to be a mate, Bygones are bygones; we are taught, Then why the borders? Why the hate? What happiness is in a fight? After all, can you even walk straight? Are smiles so rare and serenity so expensive? Is the world so stagnate? What is the worth of a crown? For it is only born to assassinate, Has the power overruled humanity? Then why the borders? Why the hate?
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