Smile & Tear

Smile of your is glistening like sunbeams

Precious than diamond,

With smile you are gorgeous than Bollywood divas

can steal heart of any men,

just for your smile I can embrace any pain,

 make any fake stories

can commit any sin.

might be this is the hangover of your love

or illusion of your beauty

but really, I have never seen a beautiful girl

with such a magnetic smile…

Tear in your eyes is painful than death

It cut my heart and give unhealed wound

Suffocating like carbon dioxide

Shuck every atom of oxygen

Your tear reminds me as a loser,

A looser who can’t even keep happy to his love

Just give me sometime

I’ll bring all happiness to our life

So that you forget tear and always smile…

Pain of heartbroken 💔

Write poems about you
not an easiest thing to do
thinking about past
the pain
heartbreaks
backstab
merciless rejection
Ignorance
sobbing nights
begging
Poisonous words
allegations
and your overacting
Difficult to forget
Impossible to forgive.


Wth you I spent worst days of my life,
happy in dreams and sad in reality.
You are an old wound
Which still not heals.
a soul killer
Killer of many innocent hearts
a pain in ass,
a cancer cell
a bad dream.

Who are in love . . .

Love is painful

Terrible, horrible, scary

For those

Whose get failure in love

Love is waste if time

Injurious and dangerous

Whose don’t get the love.

Love is a slow poison

Whose marry their love

Don’t believe me

Ask them who are in love.

Love of my life

The days seem longer, night is lonely,

I am in bed, trying to sleep,

But can’t stop thinking about you,

Now a days after you come   

 smile is staying always in my lips,

Nights pass in your thoughts,

Even in dream I am thinking about you,

and I believe with you

my life will be a dream come true…

Blackeyes poetry and short story contests

Our two future events, selected poems and stories will get chance to publish with us in our our magazines “The Exceptional and Sixth Universe.”
We are happy to announce that this time we are going to publish in both e-book & Paperback..

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First Love of a Girl

He stands always outside the college,

only got a glimpse on mine,

without exchange a word followed behind me,

My friends told that he loved me,

But why he couldn’t even try to talk with me?

Six months passed still I didn’t even know his name,

But inside my heart

his innocence created some space,

without my knowledge!

He always wore a red colour shirt,

formal and properly ironed,

combed his hair with oil and gel

like he had interview which he must be attend.

One rainy day,

I was going to college,

in way I found him stood under a tree and waited.

To give him a chance,

 I stopped myself.

I was nervous,

still went and stood his beside under the tree

hoping and praying to God to give him courage.

 His hands were quivered,

In cold or because of nervousness

I don’t know,

still he managed to say ‘hi’.

I couldn’t believe my ear

but I said ‘hi’ in return.

“I am Samar’ he said

after just formal introduction

he asked me my phone number.

I thought a while

but gave my phone number in a paper.

I waited for three days,

he didn’t phone me back,

not even come to college.

I was felt humiliated,

Was it just a game for him

to get my attention?

was he ever love me?

Or something bad happening with him.

I sobbed, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat

Might be I made a mistake

I mustn’t be fall in love with that random guy.

Next day, suddenly,

Samir entered inside the class

Looked at me with a big smile

Wearing a white dress,

looking handsome like always,

Smile brought in my face,

But I heard my best friend’s yelling

Samir disappeared like a smoke

I understood in was just my imagination.

‘Class is suspended,’ my friend told. ‘Let’s go home.’

‘Why?’

‘Because . . . Samir,

the boy who had a huge crush over you

died in a road accident.’

I was shocked

tear fell down from my eyes,

I wanted to see him for the last time,

So, I asked Samir’s address,

rode in bicycle, used my whole strength

but till I reached his body was brunt

  I couldn’t even see him for last time,

With him I panned my whole future…

I was broken down for some months,

It was taken much more time to recovered.

yes…

it was my first love

my Samar …

and he has taken a special place in my heart

ever and ever…

My writing desk

It’s the place where I write my poems, novels and stories. My writing process is quite different, first I write a first draft in paper, then I develop the story in my PC. I always forget name of characters of my story and their personalities, so to help myself, I write all characters name and little bit about them in my wall over drawing papers as you can see in the picture below. Specially for the current story I need it most as number of characters are more than hundred.

What’s your writing style?

My cat is in depression

My cat was sad as she wasn’t find any rat from last Sunday. She was expecting too, so I wanted to keep her happy. So I offered her a cup of milk but she didn’t show any interest, there was a lockdown situation in country, still I risked my life to get fish for her. She ate a little but didn’t look happy.

‘Pown, why do you look so sad,’ I asked.

‘ I didn’t catch a rat 🐀 from last five days,’ she said gloomily, ‘ I am expecting, so I must have to eat rats for my future babies.’

‘ You can’t get a rat now, they are in quarantine,’ I said.

‘Quarantine!’

‘ Why? Are they all going to Quarantine on holiday?’

‘Hey, don’t you watch news now a days? Quarantine isn’t a place silly girl, it’s isolation, social distancing.
Don’t you see empty roads? Government lockdown the country to stop spreading of Coronavirus, a deadly virus which has no cure,’ I said. ‘ So government orders to stay in home, stay in quarantine.
  ‘Coronavirus is a disease? I thought it’s name of some Chinese food,’ my cat said innocently. ‘ You know I don’t like chinese.’
  I looked at her in disbelief.
  ‘I desperately want to hunt a rat,  you have no idea how delicious they are,’ said my cat, looking excited. ‘ When this quarantine will end?’
  ‘ As for present declaration it’ll end on April 14th, but if the situation won’t control till that time then government might extend the date,’ I said casually.
  ‘ April 14th!’  my cat repeated the sentence in shocking. And now she was in depression.
Don’t you believe it, just watch her picture below.