You will stay
I've told you about my heartbreaks .
I've told you about the guys
who promised to take care of my heart only
to break it after making me fall hard .
I've told you how they hurt me so much that
I started questioning my self - worth and overthink things .
I've told you how scared I am when it
comes to commitment because
I feel like I'd just give you a hard time
I've told you how i hate inconsistency
I've told you that I am just not yet ready
and you can look for someone else
But you stayed
You said you'll wait
You said you want to take me on coffee dates
And it made me happy
It made my heart happy because I thought ,
maybe if I'll take another risk ,
it'll be worth it
Because this time , it's for you
This time it's because of you
And I don't know what happened .
Suddenly , things between us turned cold
We stopped talking
We just stopped talking
And you know what fucking hurts ?
It's when you showed me you're
different from them but after a week or two , I don't know ,
I feel like you're walking away from me already
You said you'll stay
Yeah , you did not promise
You just said , you'll stay .
Too lonely
Find the language you don't speak
I still do not understand
Being motionless desires
Possibility at the beginning.
Why is this mind so hesitant
There is no need for anything
What is the reason for going on
Too lonely, too lonely untimely
The questions are unsolicited in the past
Obstructed on the way to sorting
Stopping some way ahead
All rights lost
Why is this mind so hesitant
There is no need for anything
What is the reason for going on
Too lonely, too lonely untimely
Stands a little farther away
The whole thing becomes yours
Lost when approached
It is not possible to touch the unknown,
To you
Memorization vs self writing
Memorization:
Memorization is the process of committing something to memory. On the other hand self writing means writing something without copying from somewhere or memorization. It is also called creative writing.
The writing of composition, letters or paragraphs is a part of creative writing. But many students do not try to write them themselves. On the other hand, they to memorize them.
The memorization of them is difficult and boring. Many of them think that writing is a very difficult task. Rather, they think memorization is much easier. Thus, they do not even try to practise self-writing. Another reason for memorization is that most of the topics are often repeated in the tests. So, students, without thinking much start memorizing.
Self writing:
Writing develops slowly and gradually. For this one should think that he can write and he must try. It is a step by process. If one can make sentences, s/he can write. If one can point out information, can describe about people, place or things, one makes rapid progress in writing. Moreover, discussing with classmates or with teachers can make writing easier.
Memorization is boring and difficult because it has to spend long period of time for this. Again it is risky as there are lots of topics. So to depend on memorization is like depending on luck.
It is not possible to memorize all things and it is not creative. I think if we try ourselves we may write by ourselves. It will increase our confidence and scores in a test.
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How to "wait"
You said that day would come in the afternoon,
seeing my sorrow,
you said that you would take my sorrow
and give me your happiness.
I waited for you for hours
I stared at the crossroads with curious eyes.
Where are you?
Why Didn't you came?
Did you see the weight of my bag of sorrow
and understand that you were scared?
Or were you so addicted to your pleasures
that you could not leave them?
You will come one day,
don't be afraid,
I will not indulge in the "happiness" of your love,
I will not force my sorrows on you,
I will look into your eyes and learn "deception" from you.
Teach him, but in return I will teach you if you want
How to "wait"
Tell me, where are you arrogant?
Across my imagination
That was the storytellers
All hidden behind
All of those stories
Colorful is Paul
It's like getting you all of a sudden
Love you will come this way
I never thought I would be lost again
You just don't have that path today
Tell me, where are you arrogant?
Across my imagination
That was the storytellers
All hidden behind
All of those stories
Colorful is Paul
It's like getting you all of a sudden
Love you will come this way
I never thought I would be lost again
You just don't have that path today
Tell me, where are you arrogant?
Arrogant ...
What is not there at all
So I will find you immediately
I like everything
I think of you every day in the evening
Love you will come this way
I never thought I would be lost again
You just don't have that path today
Tell me, where are you arrogant?
Far from being
That path is still in the pages of memory
Come one more time
Do you hear me again to decorate the dream?
Love you will come this way
I didn't think I would get lost again
You just don't have that path today
Tell me, where are you arrogant?
Love you will come this way
I never thought I would be lost again
You just don't have that path today
Tell me, where are you arrogant?
I got you
Let's say
How much talk
To say you were born
I want you
Scorching night
To refer to this burn
You are my darkness
And the light
Apply colour on the cornice
Days fall and nights fall
Then wake up at night
The rest is in your hands
Waking up I just want to fall asleep
From time to time I go to walk in that cloud
I got you
You know what?
Why did I get wet in my dreams at noon
Do you agree?
Why did I sit down at night?
Always every day
It is very good to see
There is no harm
When he left without saying anything
Look at that
I will decorate happily with a thousand flowers
Always every day
Big is better when seen
Then wake up at night
The rest is in your hands
Waking up I just want to fall asleep
From time to time I go to walk in that cloud
I got you.
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I just fell in love
In this fragile life you are a wall of glass
If you are confused for one and a half reasons
I think so
I did not wear a mask
I did not hide anything
I just fell in love
I did not bet on love.
Today I am yours in dreaming
I dreamed day and night to sleep
I think I found you
I did not wear a mask
I did not hide anything
I just fell in love
Maybe in their country,
Maybe at the end of the cloud,
When the light shines, the light goes out,
Think of you
I think so
I did not wear a mask
I did not hide anything
I just fell in love
I did not bet on love.
In this fragile life you are a wall of glass
If you are confused for one and a half reasons
I think so
Love of Mother
Mother is a Special person in our life. There is nothing that can come close to the love that a mother feels for her children.I love my mother that much which can't be explain with words. It's a feeling. She is my Friend partner. She support me in every situation. Sometimes she angry with but for a little. In my eyes my mother is the best in the world. She is like child a little bit stupid but she loves me lot.
She loves and cares us without any personal greed. The fragrance of a mother can easily be recognized by her newborn child. Since birth, a child is being observed by his mother. For providing a child all comforts she does all needful.
The love of a mother in my eyes is sobering. Rose Colored Glasses give way to fear, worries, and doubts for her children’s safety because, now, life is about more than having a good time.
Mothers love children differently . Definitely not one more than the other , but as unique human beings. A mother's love for her child begins the moment she is aware of having conceived.The love of a mother sacrifices her own security. After an adoption loss, she uses her own home as collateral to fight for her child.
Every Mother always makes sure that their children are safe and happy throughout their childhood. It is the love for their child that a mother feels that drives these feelings. No one can describe in words the feeling that a mother has towards her children.
A mother always wants best for her child and never compromise on anything related to her child, protect their child from any difficult situation and provide him all comfort that they can afford. Mothers love is not only about pampering her child but also about letting her child know the moral and cultural values.
When you look into your mother's eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take.
A small for my mother:
Let me tell you every day
Of my love for your daughter
Very special you are to me
You are the one
Who always support me in every situation
Eternally the one
You are the light that guides me
You are both strong and gentle
Loud and quiet
Protecting and releasing.
On those rainy days
Unlock the door to my heart
Harrison’s magic way
Always I am there for you
Reach out when you need me
Remember that you are my love
You’re my eternity.
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Life in A village
There goes the proverb that "God made the village and man made the town." Actually village life is free from urban complexities and unrest. The natural beauty of the villages is exceptional. The villagers spend such an ordinary life. The whole country is covered with many beautiful villages.
There was a time when life in a village of Bangladesh was a life of peace and happiness. Most people then lived in villages. The villagers led their life in peace and the villages were the centre of health, wealth and happiness.
But those good old days are gone. Now life of the village people is full of misery. They are mostly poor and illiterate. They suffer from various diseases. Villages are now full of dirty politics. There are quarrels, litigations and strives. The peace-loving people sometimes run to town for relief.
Nevertheless village life in Bangladesh still has some advantages. The climate of most of the villages is still wholesome. There we get fresh air to enjoy. There is good supply of fresh vegetables and milk in villages which we do not get in town. Most villages still retain their natural beauty. The rivers, the cornfields and the large green trees of our villages still offer sights of charm and beauty.
In spite of the healthy climate and the natural beauty, rural society suffers from different disadvantages. There are very few sources of income in our villages. Hence the village people are generally poor. There is no scope of standard education in villages. So most people live darkness of ignorance.
Communication is very backward. During the rainy season paths and roads go under water in many areas of the country. Then people cannot move freely Village life in Bangladesh lacks many facilities of modern life.
Still it has some simplicity and is free from many evils of modern complex life. Villagers are still united with strong bonds of affection, love and fellow-feeling and in times of danger they stand by one another.
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The History of the Wheel
Hello Everyone.Today i am going To share an interesting topic and that is "The History of Wheel"
The history of the wheel is very old. The invention of the wheel has helped create a new civilisation. The Mesopotamians were the first to invent the wheel. The oldest ever wheel was discovered in Mesopotamia in 3500 B.C. They did a lot to shape the first wheel.
After the Mesopotamians, the wheel was further improved by the Egyptians. They first made wheels with spokes. Then they used them on chariots in around 2000 B.C. So, the wheel travelled from Egypt to Mesopotamia. But it travelled eastwards too.
Wheels reached the Indus Valley by 3000 B.C. But chariots with spoked wheels were made in ancient India in around 1500 B.C. The Greeks also learnt the idea of wheel making from the Egyptians. They also made further improvements on it. Later, the Romans did the same and produced a variety of wheeled vehicles. It is still the pioneer of aircraft wheels. The best wheels for bicycles are made in phoenix, USA.
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Love at First Sight
Love at first sight - random mind,
All the time thinking that time is going to stop.
Let's mix the colors of the river with all the love,
Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally.
When you come, it's as if Rain happiness is surprised,
Let the blink of an eye stop and look at that face
Floating in the clouds my sad mind,
Chest tremors can be heard in the ears
Leave the illusion of the path,
The legs are far apart.
Two shadows tied,
Draw still the same tune.
You are a shadow
The heart understands that tension,
There is one across the imagination
Happiness Happiness Haughtiness
It is not said - the mind does not hear it,
I don't know if you know
When you come,
it is as if the happiness of Rainy season is surprised,
Let the blink of an eye stop and look at that face
My sad mind, floating in the clouds,
Chest tremors can be heard in the ears
What is written,
You can't read it vaguely
This mind still knows,
There is no way to catch.
I can't get close - I don't want the distance,
I don't know if you know
When you come, it is as if Rain is happy,
Let the blink of an eye stop and look at that face.
Floating in the clouds my sad mind,
Chest tremors can be heard in the ears.
Love at first sight - random mind,
Time seems to stop all the time.
Let's mix the colors of the river with all the love,
Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally.
When you come,
it is as if the happiness of Rainy season is surprised,
Let the blink of an eye stop and look at that face.
Floating in the clouds my sad mind,
Chest tremors can be heard in the ears
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Give me a chance to say "i love you"
At first glance nothing was said
Never walk at the same time,
Still, love caught on, in an instant
I don't want to lose you,
In return for anything ..
Give me a chance to say love,
Give me a chance to tell you I love you,
From whatever you do,
you join me in hundreds of habits.
In small naughty and sweet regimes
Let's find you in my thousand bans.
In small naughty and sweet regimes
Finding you back in my thousand bans.
Give me a chance to tell you I love you,
From whatever you do,
you join me in hundreds of habits.
That face of yours woke up
I remember falling,
Before I understand why
You lost, you are anxious.
Give me a chance to tell you I love you,
You go from me to a hundred habits.
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You are mine
Holding your hand,
To walk a long way,
If I have crossed the mountain
To meet you
Listen to a story today,
You have no choice,
With determination, you are hidden in this heart.
You are mine, you are mine
Even if you say it back and forth
I will be yours
Even if the heart does not move.
If you suddenly make a mistake, don't go
You rule me,
Some naughtiness is not a holiday
It rains with caress.
Listen to a story today,
You have no choice,
With determination, you are hidden in this heart.
You are mine, you are mine
Even if you say it back and forth
I will be yours
Even if the heart does not move.
You walk, you talk
Or a smile on your face,
Yours than anything else
I love the mind.
All in all, you are mine
Good luck,
Forget a hundred kinds of suffering
Come to you
Listen to a story today,
You have no choice,
You are hiding in this heart with determination ..
You are mine, you are mine
Even if you turn around and say
I will be yours
Even if the heart does not move.
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Fly Away
Stay away from the clouds
Manage as much as you can
Mind you he left the sail
As far as I'm concerned, it's all yours.
How much of everything is monotonous
When everything is over, one is true.
To face sleepless nights,
You and I are in everyone's hands.
Even then, stay away from the clouds
When spring wind blows, keep it under control.
Mind you how much he talks
Hearing his words, someone jumped into the water.
A happy bird that flies and sits across
Happiness birds sing what anyone listens to it!
Whose song do you know?
If you know why pull so close.
Even then, stay away from the clouds
When Spring wind comes, keep it under control,
When the wind of Rain comes, control it.
Stay away from the clouds
Fly away, fly away, stay away
Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away
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Bhindi masala
*Hello everyone. Today i am going share a delicious recipe and it’s -"Bhindi Masala*"
At Home cooking Bhindi Masala,
Prep time - 20 mins-25mins
Cooking time - 45 minutes-50 minutes
Number of servings - 4 persons
★Ingredients:-
1.Lady's Finger / Bhindi - 250 Grams
2.Oil
3.Whole Spice ( Bay Leaf , Cardamom , Clove , Cinnamon & Mace )
4.Onion - 2 Nos Chopped
5.Green Chili 1 Nos Chopped
6.Chopped Garlic - 2 Tsp
7.Chopped Ginger - 2 Tsp
8.Tomato - 3 Nos
9.Turmeric Powder - 1/4
10.Tsp Chili Powder - 2 Tsp
11.Salt - 1 Tsp
12.Cumin Powder - 1 Tsp
13.Coriander Powder - 1 Tsp
14.Curd - 1/2 cup
15.Water - 1 Cup
16.Garam Masala - 1/4 Tsp
17.Sugar - 1/2 Tsp
18 Coriander Leaves
**★Method:-**
1. Rinse the lady's finger in water and dry it completely before cutting them.
2. Cut the lady's finger to 2 inch pieces and keep aside.
3. To a mixer jar , add tomatoes and grind them to a smooth puree.
4. Grind this to a smooth paste and keep this aside.
5. Heat some oil in a pan and fry the lady's finger and keep them aside.
6. Add some more oil to the same pan and add the whole spices.
7. Add the chopped onions , ginger , garlic , green chilies and saute them.
8. Add the ground paste and cook.
9. Add the spice powders and saute them well till oil is separated on the sides.
10. Add water and cook the gravy.
11. Add salt and the fried lady's finger pieces . 12. Cook the gravy well
13. Finally add coriander leaves and turn off the stove.
14. Serve the gravy hot with some rotis
*Bhindi Masala is a quick and simple dish that can be made in minutes. Since mushrooms and peas are nutrient dense , this recipe is both nutritious and tasty at the same time . You can serve this gravy with roti or naan.*
*You can easily cook it at home.It’s looking very delicious and colourful. Taste is also very good.*
Sailor
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Looking at my face
It would seem that a bird has spread its wings on the waves.
I think I was born in the foam agitation
I think the waves are my abode, not the soil
I know lying in the waves
I have seen many of my predecessors become pearls
How many tastes they had, were dreams
Inside the waves I saw their eyes, the jewel in their eyes
Their bones are now coral
How many ports they have nailed
love now their bones are coral in salt
What is the legacy of the sailor?
Nothing but dreams
Nothing but sighs
The body of the sailor is not found
Floating in the waves,
There is no fatigue in the remaining
corners like the sea does not sleep
The man of the body comes to the sea
What do they see?
The endless salt fennel waves are dancing for eternity
The sea is an absolute truth of this world
Whenever man is hungry, the world can no longer feed him
Then Ocean opens his stomach
What a temptation to call a sailor
The fleeting joy stands naked in the harbor
But a huge sigh lifted the boat and it floated again
Because the horizon in the sea does not mean
who is the original creator of this original handcuffs,
Except for just looking at the infinite
There is no answer to this question.
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Understood that I Love You
I turned around in the air
like a dewdrop and
heard that there was a lotus leaf
far away and I found it at the end.
I don't know where the river-sea flows
as a point of water in the lotus leaf
I don't see anything else so far
I love you, so I am afraid of being dewy,
I want to get a drop of water
in yours lap,
so that the body merges
with the mind to merge into you.
I know I'm you -
I'll have decay lotus leaves
not just a drop of water.
This is there,
no - this is not - life is fickle;
When you look at it,
the water of the lotus leaves runs out
Understood that I love you.
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Horror Story(My personal experience)
When I was a little girl , my parents took me to visit my grandmother . She lived in a little village in the countryside . Her cottage was very small and there was only one bedroom . My grandmother slept in one bed , my parents slept in the other and I had to sleep on some cushions on the floor . We stayed there for a few weeks and I was troubled by terrible nightmares .
Every night , I would wake up screaming . My parents tried to calm me down and asked me what was wrong . All I could tell them was that a man was coming to get me . I can still remember the cause of my terror . Every night , I saw a shadowy figure emerge from behind the curtains in the corner of the room . He was pitch black and all I could make out was his outline . He was tall and hairy .
I would watch in horror as he came crawling towards me , with a sickening slowness . He came up to me and whispered something in my ear and just as I was about to scream , he would placed a finger against his lips and whisper , " Shush ... shush ... shush ... "
He tortured me every night to the point where | dreaded going to sleep . As time went on , he began to appear not only at night , but also during the day .
One evening , we were all watching TV in the living room and at some point I happened to glance to my left . The curtains slowly drew back and I saw the man standing there , staring silently at me . He raised his hand , put his finger to his lips and whispered , " Shush ... shush ... shush ... " I let out a horrified scream and immediately told my mother what I had seen .
She got up and went over to the curtains , pulling them back and forth and showing me that there was nothing there , but of course by then he had already disappeared .
When the holiday was over , we went back to our apartment in the city and the nightmares stopped . After that , my grandmother would always come to visit us instead , so we never went to her cottage on vacation again .
As time went on , I stopped thinking about the man and eventually forgot about him altogether . One Summer , when I was 13 years old and my little brother was 5 years old , we went to stay with my grandmother again . My parents were in the kitchen , having a cup of tea with my grandmother . THey asked me to get my little brother ready for bed . While I was preparing a mattress on the floor for both of us to sleep on , my little brother was sitting on one of the beds .
I noticed that he was being unusually quiet . When I looked up , I saw that he was staring at something . " What's wrong ? " I asked him . Then , suddenly , he jerked head around and looked at his eyes wide with fear . " Shaila, " he said , pointing at the curtains . " The Shush man is standing there ... " Needless to say , my brother and I spent the night sleeping in the kitchen and we never went to visit my grandmother's cottage again me.
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The tale of Madaya(Horror)
Bright green hills, tall mountains and a stream flowing through the middle. Small cottages scattered around the stream in which the residence of this beautiful village Henzal reside.
The residences of Henzal were kind and helpful to each other and to anyone that had come from elsewhere to visit Henzal. One misty evening two brothers entered the village observing its beauty. Harrison wearing black trousers, black shirt and a blue cloak carrying a mustard coloured rack sack. Marrison wearing black trousers, black shirt with a red cloak carrying a teal coloured rack sack.
The brothers noticed an elderly resident quietly sitting on a large stone by the stream. They walked up to him and exchanged pleasantries “good evening sir” said Harrison with a smile and continued “I’m Harrison and this is my brother Marrison, we have come to explore this village and do some research for our book on small towns and villages, could you please guide us to a place where we can stay for a couple of days” the elderly man offered to accommodate the boys in his cottage. On the way to the cottage the elderly man told Harrison and Marrison about himself. He began with his name “my name is Mozam, I am the chief of this village, I was born here, grew up here Henzal is my home and the people of this village are very ear to me”
When the chief reached his cottage with the boys he told them to settle in while he prepares some supper. After supper the brothers sat around the fire place and watched Mozam warm up milk for hot chocolate. Harrison and Marrison were quite impressed with the chief. Tall, broad shoulders, smooth and silky black hair, small black beard slightly white at the chin. Black trousers and shirt with smokey grey waste coat and an ivory cape. Mozam brought over the hot chocolate and sat down with them. “boys” he began to explain “you are welcome to explore the village you can also speak to the residence and get help for your book, but remember one thing neither of you must not entre the cemetery which is located at the end of the stream, the doors are through the mountain they are locked and must not be unlocked. Keep that in mind, the cemetery is forbidden” the brothers looked at each other then Harrison asked “why is it forbidden”? “due to an incident many years back. You both are our guests for a few days, I would like you to complete your project and leave with safety” replied Mozam. “Knowing about the incident would be a good point to put in our book” said Marrison with excitement “you boys must be tired its best if you take some rest now” said the chief.
The next morning after breakfast Harrison and Marrison went to explore the village, taking notes of everything that seemed interesting. Marrison sat down on the grass by the stream while Harrison went for a little stroll. While walking Harrison saw a young lady sitting on a log looking far into the horizon. “Hello” said Harrison the young lady turned her head towards him. Harrison froze for a few seconds admiring the beauty of the young lady, long brunette hair, blue eyes, pink cheeks and lips like red rose petals “hello” replied the young lady, Harrison blinked his eyes and said “hi I’m Harrison” the lady stood up and replied with a smile “I’m Emerald” Harrison explained his purpose of coming to Hezal and introduced her to his brother. Harrison, Marrison and Emerald walked over to a small café for some herbal tea.
While drinking lemongrass tea Marrison asked Emerald about the forbidden cemetery. Emerald looked at Marrison in silence then took a sip from her tea. “The cemetery has been forbidden for many years now” she took another sip from her tea and continued “in this village there used live a lady called Madaya, she was despicable, she threatened the villagers to give her their income” “how did she threaten them”? asked Harrison “she had the knowledge of wizardry which she took use of negatively she used to curse the residents if they did not go by their orders” replied Emerald. “She had cursed many farmers by putting a spell on them in which many lost their lives. Then one day Madaya and her pet dragon also named Madaya were inside the cemetery the dragon was breathing fire, a villager was also in the cemetery and at the first chance the villager pushed Madaya in front of the dragon. Madaya got burned by her own pet dragon and died the villager found a spot at the corner of the cemetery and buried Madaya there and then, the dragon has been asleep on her grave since then so the cemetery has been locked and forbidden to prevent the dragon from awakening” “who was the villager?” asked Marrion, Emerald looked up at the boys and said “the villager left Henzal that night and never returned so let it be”
Later that night the brothers were walking by the stream and came upon the cemetery gate, looking at each other with curiosity to have a peak at the dragon the boys found a rock and broke the lock, and entered the cemetery. Slowly walking by the graves they noticed the dragon asleep in the far end. “let’s take a closer look” said Marrison “ok, but be as discreet as possible” replied Harrison. The boys continued walking trying to be discreet, suddenly and unknowingly Marrison stepped on a thin branch and cracked it Harrison looked at his brother with anger as soon as he heard the sound. The dragon opened her eyes, lifted her head, slowly got up on her feet and started looking around. The dragon caught site of the boys and lifted her right foot, the boys turned around and ran fast out of the cemetery. Madaya flapped her wings and flew over the walls of the cemetery, she flew all around Henzal chasing the boys. All the residents also started making their way out of the village. As everyone was running further away Madaya started breathing fire and destroying the village. Mozam grabbed the brothers into his cottage where they saw Emerald, “Emerald” Harrison called out with an expression of curiosity “she is my daughter” resaid Mozam “what, why was this not mentioned to us?” asked Marriosn “that’s not important right now we must save the village” said Emerald while handing over archer’s to the boys. They all went out of the cottage and started aiming their archers at Madaya, but Madaya was too fast and too high for them. Harrison and Marrison ran to the points where they could get closer to hit the dragon but still she was too high for them. “this is impossible” cried Mozam “I must save my village and my people” Harrison rested his hand on Mozam’s right shoulder and said “this is all our fault we will fix it, you and emerald take the villagers to a safe place.” The brothers started aiming at Madaya again but were failing. Madaya almost burnt down half the village then rested herself on the roof of the church.
Harrison climbed up on the largest hill in Henzal and with shaking arms he aimed the archer at the dragon and let go, the arrow went right through Madaya’s heart. Madaya breathed out fire in pain for the last time and fell of the roof. Marrison ran towards his brother screaming “you did it Harrison you did it.” Mozam and Emerald walked over to the boys along with the villagers. Mozam hugged Harrison and praised him “good job son…good job” the villagers got big branches on which they lit fire and cremated the dragon. The brothers stayed a few days to help put the village back to normal. The time had come for them to leave, it was hard saying good bye to everyone especially to the chief and his daughter. “why were we not told that you are daughter of the chief?: asked Harrison Emerald looked at him with eyes full of pain and said “I am not his real daughter, he adopted me and raised me when he found out the women he had pushed in front of her dragon had a daughter…yes, it was the chief” Emerald wiped her tears and continued “I don’t know why my mother was cruel to the villagers but she loved me dearly. I was just a child so the chief took me home when he learned of my existence, raised me with love and care but It’s difficult to forget what he did to my mother”
Emerald starting weeping more and rested her head on Harrison’s shoulder. Harrison sat her down and explained “as you said the chief did not know about you till after your mother died, so when he found out about you he took you home, loved and cared for you like his own daughter. I believe this was his gesture of guilt and his consciousness made the decision to take on the responsibility to raise you” Emerald smiled at Harrison then ran to the chief, she gave him a tight hug and cried “papa”
The boys said there final good bye to everyone and left the village. When they got home they started working on their book. They titled it; The Tale of Madaya
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Letter
The wind is blowing
in the island area at night
If the stalks are breaking in a rage,
the burning of a stone
covered beehive has taken
form of the nature,
Your dress will not get wet in that water,
come at night and go at night.
The two foxes in the forest
are no longer there that night
Now spread the cheeks that have turned red in shame
Spread the shield alone on the fence of island
Your dress will not get wet in that water,
come at night and go at night.
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Nineties Love
I wish we had seen a
love hack like we did in the nineties,
Not to mention the voice all the time
If there is a separation,
let there be a sweet pain,
but in the opinion of love,
even the pain can be nurtured
in the folds of the chest for the rest of one's life
Given the letter will be one, two, six months
But the feeling is that it doesn't stop for a second
The smell of old letters sometimes dries up
Take it once before going to sleep
Imagine a thousand dreams!
Real or hack fantasies and dreams will not stop sorting.
After a long time,
one day the heart will be eager to take a look
It will be a little peace from a distance
Let there be shyness in the face
But love is endless
Let marriage be hack,
honor and respect remain intact
The two of us wanted different things
To you, love means being trapped on a cell phone all night
The name of making the sound of hot breath insane is love
We have to see what love is
Needless to say, that separation is inevitable
Is love like this?
Love survives age after age
Without touching each other
He can only be called love without seeing and talking
Let's see that love once
You don't really know love.
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Feel
Why do you think today
Understanding my existence
leaves my shadow in this world
with its own boundaries
Dish bowl
The paintings on the walls,
The artwork,
the fresh look of consciousness
are moving away from the invisible
cavity with the writing table.
I call him darling
The combined hum of the kiss
of anger and envy,
that gave me the sweetheart is like a pot of rice,
He also seems to be constantly moving
Exposing gaps,
The familiar tree also moves away,
the fragrance of distant
flowers in the garden of memory.
The sons are also fir trees, they move away
Suddenly I call out from behind the moving boat,
The villages trembled,
at the lights of the city, moving quickly behind me.
In the end,
this world moved far away
and became a huge star.
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On one side of the Heart
There is pain on one side of the heart
All the trees,
I reach to find relief.
I uprooted the root and squeezed the juice.
Medicine is not possible,
nature can no longer give
Taste of food, sleep, walking in dreams.
I don't want sleep,
Apathetic pain and tastelessness
I'm sitting in one corner of the porch, black
Touch wind, the naked wind of the south
Give your hand here to the left of the heart,
Here is the sound of bangles floating in a dream.
Let the drops fall,
Let's see how he wants to give me comfort,
my vibration to take.
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Only You and Me
This birth evening is ours.
Sea sickness in the stream of light.
Let the rain in your eyes.
I lost it all while searching you
And i lose myself only you.
And as if someone came
Without saying that,
I also want to be by the side of yours.
Come here,
Only you and me meet
Moonlit night matched the green wings.
I also want to fly in the sky
so that no one comes and
say That, i also want to fly with them.
Come on,
On the day of birth
We are ready,
Put it in both hands
Cloud bet
And as if someone came
Without saying a word,
I also want to dress up next to them.
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You taught Me
As much joy as you have given
You hurt more than that,
As much as you have taught love
You taught me to hate more than that,
Just as much as I believed
You have hit the place of faith,
Lost as far as I wanted to come,
What have I done to get you in this life ??
I cried a lot day and night, day and night ..
Hoping to get close to you!
But you me
I will not make you cry because you cried! Because
I have learned to suffer from you not to hurt anyone !! ........
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5 strange mental illness
5 strange mental illness which beat the imagination:
*Finding fault with others is an abomination. But the rationale for this practice can be accepted. Rabindranath Tagore said, those who find peace by finding fault with others, people with great hearts do not want to ruin their peace. But are there people who are desperate to find fault with themselves?*
★ Mental
You're right, no one does that unless they're crazy. In the words of psychiatrists, one of the strangest mental illnesses is finding one's own faults. Let's find out today about some of these strange mental illnesses.
1. Quasimodo syndrome:
Another name for this disease is Body dysmorphic disorder. A person with this disease thoroughly finds out what is wrong with himself. Is that just so? If there is no flaw in his body, then he will imagine any flaw in his mind. As any patient with normal teeth would think, my teeth seem to be elevated. In other words, the person affected by this disease thinks that he is abnormal even though he is normal.
This thought took on such a manifest shape in him that at one point he completely stopped going out. Feels incompetent and withdraws from all sorts of relationships at some point.
2. Erotomania:
The person suffering from this disease thinks that someone who is acquainted with him is flowing in his love, which is above his social status. Imagine for a second you were transposed into the karmic driven world of Earl. When the man meets her, even if he speaks politely, it feels like a sign of love. Even if she makes love to him, and the man says no, he still thinks yes is hidden in this no.
3. Capgras delusion:
The person with the disease blames others for their own misdeeds. He thinks that his very close friend is committing these crimes with him. In this case, he also blames his twin. Sometimes it happens that when there is no one to blame, the fictional character stands up and thinks that the character is committing a crime with him.
4. Fregoli delusion:
Another name for this disease is Delusion of Doubles. That is, the patient thinks that the people around him are following him in disguise. The patient also thinks that people want to achieve different goals with him. And for this, people walk around him in different guises.
5. Paraphrenia:
People with this disease tend to imagine themselves as popular people. He thinks that there is no one in the world as famous as him. Interestingly, in order to make himself famous, he claims credit for all the work he has never done. As he thinks, he has written such a popular book, or he is the hero of such and such a film. But these thoughts remain in his mind. Less expressed outside.
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Love heartbeat
Love is the water that drips on the petals of that foggy morning. Love is a small stream of water falling from the sky.
Love is a trick to play with birds. Love is an elusive moonlit. Love is like moonlit night , she can be seen very much at some point. Suddenly it becomes elusive again.
Love is like a little firefly that flees from one place to another.
Suddenly the flicker comes to the fore and I know where it is lost again.
Love is like that little island illuminated by the moonlight.
Love is a group of small deer cubs inside the island.
Love is the occasional appearance of poisonous black snakes in the flower garden.
Love is the result of not being able to steal silk all day long.
Love is the heartbeat that jumps between his praise and quarreling.
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Want to live alone
I want to live alone
I want to go,
Where no one will hurt me anymore.
I want to be like fireworks
I want to alive again
Like all the missing pieces of my heart
I wanna close my eyes by stop this moonlight
I broke like half of whole,
I want to live alone,
Because there’s no one to hold my hand.
I am just a sad song
There's no one to hear me.
I want to live alone,
There’s no one
to reduce all my fears on the edge.
I am not anyone’s favourite part
There’s no one to said me
nothing to fear, i am standing next to you.
I want to hide myself like Stars are hiding .
Here i am alone no one with me
I am just a sad song
Everyone just hurt me and
no one here to recover it.
I want to live alone
I am a secret which can't be expose .
I can't bare it out,
Here's one one to hold me in arms
Love me like endless sky
Can't hurt me anymore.
I want to live alone
It's never recover that's how i want to be goes..
I want to live alone, alone and alone
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Don't tell me...
Don't tell me to be rain
By leaking any rooftop
I can't fall on the floor.
You can't tell me to be a cloud,
I can't growl unnecessarily.
I can't go to the beach
with a black mind like a cloud.
Don't tell me to be immortal
in the side of falsehood.
I do not want immortality.
Don't tell me to lie
I can't get involved
In the conflict of truth.
Don't tell me, don't tell me anything
I can't be anything.
Just tell me to be a handful of soil
That soil, Where there is scent.
Where is a full moon night in autumn,
The dew wraps the grass in the heart
That's how I embraced you.
The glittering sunshine
became a wall of depression
and snatched away the dew
Sunshine in the middle
of you and me.
We have become walls,
consciously or unconsciously.
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Rain of Love
I am walking in your eyes
Hold on Cup of Light.
Move a little you smile.
In a simple tone tightly.
Lost the way
On the way
When alone at work
Just running in your eyes.
light touches the petals
I fell asleep dreaming.
Raise your hand
By moving your hair of clouds.
The rain is starting
In the star of eye.
Silent bliss trampling the grass,
Come on, lost away
In the dew-soaked palace.
Just look at like it this
Don't wash your eyes with water
And Don't hide even once.
I am walking in deep sky of your eyes.
Your picture on the water
Even if i moved the water
I only see your picture
Come on, in the port of love
Touch a little rain of love
In your eyes.
Don't fall another good vision.
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