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.

My Love

I couldn’t stop myself imagine
your pictures always stay in my eyes,
you entered in my life like a storm,
before even I know I fell in love . . .
I can do anything,
to protect you from any throne,
as pain of your is pain of mine now,
you rub my heart with just one smile,
from crush you became my fiancée,
it’s still seemed like a dream.
Within few days you become my wife,
and slowly you turn into my life,
I might never say ‘I love you’ properly
But my love I love you a lot,
You might believe it or not . . .

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…

Creative Mind

I’m a man of errors, how many mistakes I’ve done in my life I couldn’t even count, I am such an idiot that if I write one page I will make more than thirty mistakes. I can’t even write error free without MS-word or Google keyboard. I still try to make me better and it will continue whole life…

I was in MBA and wanted to be a businessman and even had started a business while I was in second semester. But I couldn’t have succeeded due to not giving sufficient time personally and some wrong decisions. I lost my all saving and lost some investment of my friends. I was depressed, lonely. I have no idea how and and when I had taken writing seriously. Though I had been writing stories and poems while I was in school. Before two years I have self-published my two books which wasn’t given my satisfactory results, but my last self -published had given my glimpse of some success and I had earned a little. It has given me self confident. Still I have taken my first three books as my learning process.

My book ‘ The revenge of Gandhi’s follower’ is now publish on http://www.amazon.com.