Helpless

Helpless

Helpless.   Haven't you ever felt so?   Seeing things and not able to change the wrong.   But wrongs had always been there, then it dawns.   However, helplessness? Perhaps not.   Then what made the wrong to stay so?   Was it the silence?  Or had it been the rotten core?   To change the wrong the question always arrived   We ignore and name it helplessness. (Can that be denied?)   Aren't we at the stage yet where we are aware of it and need to change it?   Or would it take some more sisters, homies and lovers to be molested before it?   Is it really the issue with the society as a whole?   Or is it just merely us on a personal chore?   It's been long now. Long enough to bear and be helpless.   It's time to make those wrong helpless. ©The Honest Fabler — Sarvesh Antapurkar ©Image Source — Google Images...
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Date Night

Date Night

DATE NIGHT   It was a cold and silent night, With hundreds of stars visible to my sight, Meeting you after half a hectic month, I knew I’ll be falling for you all over again, at once.   My ears pleased to hear your voice, For it was a melody which made me rejoice, The golden halo that radiated from your eyes, Sheltered a mystic power of keeping me awake, an entire night.   It felt so soft and warm, When you smiled and held my arm, As you pulled my body and soul so close, It felt as if I landed on soft petals of a rose.   Driving the ambiance burn with romance, Invoking the feeling to begin our slow dance, Your aesthetic touch sending chills down my spine, I held thy hands tight to assert you are only mine.   Cherishing each second of your presence, Gifting me a vibe so breathtaking and pleasant, Feeling the grandeur of your warm embrace, You were about to set my heart ablaze.   The soothing kiss wetting my lips, Tempting me to go for more romantic trips, With a...
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The Elite Choice

The Elite Choice

The Elite Choice Choices, decisions and their sequence, Show the value of their significance. Process of the sequence and the sequence of the thoughts, are the ever encored laws.   Choices seeming perfect today, won’t be best of tomorrow, but what we tend to choose, can lead to either happiness or sorrow.   Choosing to be secretive, or sharing the thoughts staying assertive. Lying to the believed, or believing the lie is a choice, an elite choice.   Range of feelings during a proposal, choosing what you want, in return, the variations of the expressions in that approval, bears the varied, elite choice.   Desires characterize the infinity curve, the time parameter decides the effects, if the time isn’t perfect, the choice has to be perfect. The absolute,  elite choice.   Choices carry anticipation, where the amount of anticipation also requires a choice, The Elite Choice. © The Honest Fabler — Bhumika Dhavale © Image Source — Google...
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My Poetry

My Poetry

On the nights when I sleep alone, missing you by my side, the vacancy never fills up and sustains the void, On such night you become my poetry. At times when I see you, the times when I forget to notice anything else, when I'm full with you, At such times you become my poetry. On the days when you are down, sad and upset, and talking to me when you say,"thank you for cheering me up' On such calls you become my poetry. Just looking in your eyes, resting my head on your shoulder, when you caress my face with your fingers, You become my poetry. And then as I leave, headed back to my field, I get a knot in my throat and I can't speak, When I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks, You become my poetry. ©The Honest Fabler — Sarvesh Antapurkar ©Image Source — Google Images...
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A Miserable Truth — World Poetry Day!

A Miserable Truth — World Poetry Day!

Before I begin, a belated Happy World Poetry Day to each one of you! I know I'm late, but better late than never! On this eventful occasion, I would like to bring the following miserable topic out of the darkness. Let's discuss about it once you've read the poem. I'd really want to know what you think about this particular tragedy surrounding us, which (talking for myself) has been an elephant in the room all my life. (more…)...
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Mumbai Locals

Mumbai Locals

MUMBAI LOCALS You haven't seen Mumbai’s most remarkable side, Until you've been through an enthralling local ride. Inheriting a variety of passengers having some rude souls to some really pretty, It's not for nothing that it's nicknamed- ‘lifeline of the city’. Where 08:13 is 08:13, not a minute more or less, When one train would be called off the charts nobody can guess. Having no assurance of whether all days may go according to plan, It's always a good decision to start as early as you can. Instilling punctuality in an individual at it's best, It's only during monsoons that the system slightly goes down to rest. From beginning the journey to reaching a destination, One can witness a plethora of human emotions. Rediscovering the daredevil inside you that you never knew, 'Cause one day you finally boarded a running train to become one of the very few. Transforming non-peak hours to observe a bogie shopping spree, Children can be found selling to earn for their happiness and glee. The bhajan kirtans after a tiresome day is enough...
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Library Romance.

Library Romance.

Library Romance - Every New Time. The first time I saw her smile, it was through the gaps of the library shelves that she stood beyond. The first time we exchanged a glance, she laughed too hard while reading a comic under the "Keep Silence" board. The first time I talked to her, she dropped her favorite bookmark in the crack between two tables which I helped to lift. The second time I didn't only see her smile, I smiled with her. The second time we didn't only exchange a glance, we stared directly in our eyes looking for solace. The second time I didn't only talk to her, I confessed to her about how I felt that she had the brightest smile I'd ever seen and the sweetest voice I'd ever heard. The third time I definitely didn't see her smile, she cried her eyes out in her father's arms. The third time we definitely couldn't exchange a glance, since her eyes were drenched with tears and her mascara all over. The third time I definitely didn't...
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बारिश की यादें। Memories of Rain – Hindi

बारिश की यादें। Memories of Rain – Hindi

बारिश बारिश के बूंदो ने जो हमे भिगो दिया, ऐसा लगा मानो हमने आपको फिर छू लिया। सौंधी खुशबू आई इस धरती की, पर ऐसा लगा मानो हमने आपको फिर पा लिया। Translation: When the drops of rain drenched me, It felt like the lost touch of your fingers. The petrichor came from the earth, But it felt like I found my lost treasure- that's you. It's my first try at a language other than English. Hindi, here. I'd really appreciate your feedback and ways for me to improve! Thank you. ^-^ ©The Honest Fabler ©Image source- Ashutosh Gursale...
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Guardian Angels

Guardian Angels

I remember the time I was afraid to face the world. It was them who held me close, like a shield and we faced it together. I remember the time when I was afraid to tumble. It was them who held my hand & taught me to walk. I remember the time I felt like the water would drown me. It was them who held me in the deep waters and taught me to swim. I remember the time when I was afraid to meet new people at school. It was them who told me how important a friend is in our life. I remember the time when I was afraid my birthday gift wouldn't be good enough. It was them who saved for months and surprised me with the unexpected. I remember how sad I was when my first friend left me. It was them who gave me strength to endure the future. I remember how sad I was when I almost flunked a major year, It was them who provided me...
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