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.

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…

Friends

Friends,
deeper relation than blood
with whom you feel happy
and don’t scare to be judged.

Friends, with whom you laugh
without caring about world
don’t scare to share your dark secret
and don’t hesitate to call them
at any moment.


Friends
who criticize you most
but if other did
They jump to your support


Friends
those idiots always forget your birthday
if there is some work
they gives hundreds of excuses
but when you are in trouble
they stand beside your always.


Friends, without whom
you story can’t be written,
when you become successful
may be no one take their name
but you only know

You are successful because of them.

Expection of a man

Oh gorgeous,
bath me in your shower of love,
be Shy but coparate me
while we are making love,
become my best friend,
Please listen to me,
although sometimes you feel I am wrong,
Share your thoughts,
While I am taking some risk,
stand my beside,
and help me to become a winner,
be mother of my kids,
and grow my family bigger,
try everything to win hearts of my parents,
Instade of daughter-in-law be their daughter,
Let’s make our home beautiful and better,
and hold me hand forever.

A dying love story

love story between us was beautiful

but now we can’t take even breath,

we are sinking inside this mud of love,

and going to die.

before realizing our fight turned ugly

days starts with yelling

shouting and screaming

become part of our daily life,

damn it!

we are pathetic.

we’re never missed a chance,

to down each other,

we now loved our ex,

giving example of them,

like how they were better,

and hate each other.

passion became poison,

love became hate,

where we lost ourselves,

and what we’ll get.

let be friends again,

and end this love game,

otherwise we’ll turn as enemy,

and who knows

we destroy ourselves,

in the name of revenge.

Book review-The Richest Man in Babylon

If you want to rich, you must have to read it.

1-Save 1/10 of your earning
2-used it wisely
3-control your expenditure.
The richest man in Babylon by
George S. Clason gives you such simple advice but in an beautiful manner. It’s teach you how to grow your money and how to spend. it instead focuses on the habits one must cultivate in order to have more control over your finances. The only complain about the book is excessive use of ‘Thy’, ‘Thyself’. Otherwise this book is a great book for youngster who wants to be rich.

My rating is 🌟 🌟 🌟🌟 🌟

The Richest Man in Babylon https://www.amazon.in/dp/9388144317/ref=cm_sw_r_sms_apa_i_I3ABEb2JV7DG4

It’s just a struggle phase

So what if I don’t get success yet,

It’s just a struggling phage,

Which will be over within a few days,

Those days I’m taking time to get a perfect shape,

Polishing is going on every stage,

This Raw diamond will very soon get it’s look,

and becoming precious one day.

We all have hearts

Priya, Ishita, Vijay, Rashmi and I were in a hotel. Vijay had planned this meeting to take Priya out with him. But we had to face some problems; some boys started passing comments upon girls and it was irritating and annoying to behold.
‘Vijay, let’s teach them a lesson. Call the police,’ I suggested.

‘Yes, you’re right! These bastards need a lesson,’ Ishita said with aggression.

‘Just give me two minutes,’ he said in composure; standing and walking toward the boys. Priya looked worried. She tried to stop Vijay but he motioned her not to do so.

‘Hi friends! I’m Vijay. What are you guys doing? Just try to understand,’ gently he said. The boys were shocked. ‘The girl in the middle is my childhood love and I love her very much. Till date I didn’t dare to propose her. Just few days ago, she lost her parents in an accident and she hadn’t come outside since a month. She keeps on crying almost every day. I have brought her here to change her mind a little bit and get her smile back. So, please guys! Don’t tease us. I guess you all too have ever loved someone in your life. Please try to understand my feelings.’

The boys felt guilty. Vijay was about to walk away, ‘We’re sorry,’ one of them apologized. Then everyone said sorry to the girls and walked away from there.

We all were amazed. We couldn’t understand how Vijay changed those notorious boys’ mind. ‘What did you tell them?’ I asked.

‘Nothing! They’re humans too. I talked to their hearts,’ said Vijay with his trademarked soft smile. ‘Always fight where there is no other option to resolve the conflict. If we would have fought with them, then the situation might have turned worst. If we would have hurt their egos, then they might have taken some action against us in future. We would have become the reason of generating some animals in the society. But now, I’m sure they have some respect for our girls too.’

    * This is part of my novel ‘ Leader of Millions, The revenge of Gandhi’s follower’.