#Together

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  • vasu_maddy 1d

    Stuck on repeat
    Should I go or let go
    But what ever I decide
    The universe rejects my decision
    But I still fight for the love
    On hopes to be together
    At least in another dimension...!!

    ©vasu_maddy

  • mahaganapati 3d

    It's still you & me
    I'm jealous
    For the reason that we
    are not us...
    ©mahaganapati

  • mrspectacular 3d

    BULLET POINT 1

    --------------------------------
    Sarah Scott has tears rolling down her cheeks as she looks around the shanty she lives in with her three children and her husband, a struggling craftsman who owns a wood workshop. They were well to do before now until a little slip up with a supply gone south caused them to pay damages worth almost their whole net worth having gulped ninety-six percent of it leaving them with a mean four percent to live on.
    In her agonious reminiscing, she is so disconnected from the world around her that she does not notice when her children, Charles, the eldest aged 16 years old, Henrietta, the elder, aged 13 and Emmanuel, the youngest, aged 11 years old, arrive from school and enter into the house. Were it to be a band of criminals, they could easily cart away all the little they have in the house without any confrontation whatsoever. Upon gaining entry into the house, the children begin calling out to their mother, sure of the fact that it is impossible that no one would be home and the door would be left unlocked.
    After about a minute or two of searching for her, they find her seated quite absent-mindedly, her eye lids sore from crying a long time, her nose running like that of a little child who has been given the beating of his life at the mercy of the whip. It is not a pretty sight.
    The children had never seen their mother like this. She usually had a pretty smile send them off to school and welcome them home when they return. Despite the evident deplorability of their situation, she always seemed to have a demeanor and attitude of a positivist damage-control expert, giving them the impression that there would be no need for alarm, tears or agony but here she is, broken, tired and frustrated. The children walk towards their mother and sit around her and with a touch to her shoulders, they startle her back to reality.
    'Oh gosh', she screams, hurriedly wiping her eyes in the belief that they have not seen the tears in her eyes.
    'Mum, what's wrong?', Charles asks on behalf of the trio.
    'Nothing, dears', she says as she hurriedly rises. 'Go freshen up. Let me go and prepare for you all to eat. I'm sure you must all be tired and hungry'.
    The worries are becoming too familiar with them. Bills staking in their mails, the children are never allowed to get the mails so they never had an inkling of the excessiveness of the bills, going by the family's new pocket. Charles, unsatisfied by the good lies their mother has fed and may still feed them with by and by, goes to the kitchen to evaluate his mother's real countenance. She has a knife and a chopping board containing some cooking ingredients but she just stands staring into blank space and not doing anything to or with the ingredients before her. It beats his imagination what may be troubling her so much. Walking over to her, he touches her right shoulder, once again startling her into reality once more, she almost has him stabbed with the knife in her hand but for his quick reflexes.
    'Calm down, mum', says Charles surprised at what has just happened. 'What's the matter? Please talk to me'.
    Sarah cannot bring herself to tell the children about the financial issues they are facing at home at the moment. She keeps dumb for a few minutes but when she realizes Charles is about to leave her in the kitchen having been disappointed by his mother who does not trust nor believe in him enough to share her problems with him, she has no choice but to blurt out on the financial issues. She yells from behind Charles, bursting into tears,
    'We are broke, Charles', screams Sarah. 'Your dad and I have been doing everything to keep this away from you all because we do not want you all to be bothered but we are not in any way as buoyant as we were before. We are broke'
    The other children hear what Sarah has shouted and come running into the kitchen,
    'What's going on?', Henrietta and Emmanuel yell simultaneously.
    'We heard screams and we came as soon as possible', Henrietta adds.
    'Nothing, kids', Sarah says trying to hide the real information. 'You can go back to your room. I will call you when I am done making.....'
    'Stop it', Charles cuts in. His voice resounding through the silence that had overshadowed the kitchen. 'Stop it...'
    'Stop what...?'
    'They have a right to know too. It's only a matter of time before they will begin to see through your antics'
    'What antics?', Henrietta asks.
    'Mum, what is Charles talking about?', Emmanuel questions further.
    'Kids, don't worry about it...', Sarah tries to wave their curiousity but Charles would not allow it.
    '..... Siblings, the fact that we are broke is the issue on ground now'. Charles is most vexed because he believes if there were to be any problems, particularly financially with either or both of his parents, as the first born, he should be let in on it so he could help in whatever way possible. He arrived Earth with an inbuilt gusto for responsibility, the young man will never see a need and not do all he can to step in. His siblings stare flabbergasted.
    'So what's gonna happen now?', Henrietta asks expecting a matching order
    'As it stands now', Charles begins his speech. 'I think we will have to look for ways to bring more money into the house so that our gross domestic product as individuals and indeed a family does not drop any lower than it already is'.
    'So we all agree we will all get jobs, right?', Henrietta asks, seeking clarification.
    'Most definitely...Sure', Charles and Emmanuel chorus simultaneously. They are all eager to know how sweet it would be to start earning their own bills and supporting the family. They all go over to hug their mother who is shedding tears of pride over her children's zeal and desperation to help the finances of the family voluntarily. While they are hugging it out tightly and happily, they hear the vehicle of their father and husband, Mr. Cheller Scott drive in. A chaffeuer, he has just returned from his boss's home, who has just returned with him from a trip out of town with two of his daughters.
    'What's all the frenzy about?', Mr. Cheller Scott asks confusedly, after about five minutes of watching them hug without any one of them noticing his presence to welcome him. A hard-working man, he loves his family so dearly. Charles and the others, upon hearing his voice, quickly disengage from the warm hug moment they are having with their mother softly and yet teary-eyed, rush over to give Mr. Cheller Scott, their father, his own share of the warm hug. Mrs. Sarah Scott, still with some tears in her eyes, watches on proudly yet jealously.
    Scott, noticing that she is feeling left out, signals Sarah to join in. Sarah rushes over shyly and with a kiss to her forehead, Scott brings her into the group hug which lasts for five minutes without a word uttered.
    Scott breaks the silence by the sixth minute. He is curious to understand what is really going on and why everyone is in tears. He quickly whispers,
    'What is going on, family?', he asks while still in the hug, planting kisses on each of their foreheads passionately. 'Why are you all in tears?'
    This question breaks the hug with Sarah taking the lead as she directs everyone into the sitting, walking over there herself first and the children following. Scott is still lost as to what is going on so he joins in the sitting room, throwing the question he had asked earlier again to his family. He is desperate for some closure to this feeling of confusion and finally Sarah begins,
    'The children....', Sarah chips in.
    'Ahh.......', he begins all the confused as he could see nothing physically wrong with the children. '......And what's wrong with the children'.
    'They have something to discuss which I am pretty sure you would love to hear'.
    'Oh really?', he asks enthusiastically. 'What is it, my bundles of joy? Spill it. I can't wait to hear it'.
    'Dad, we have seen all you and mum are doing to get us out of this strait situation we have found ourselves and while we are not happy that you would keep the economic situation of this family from us, we are not angry. However, we, the offsprings of the house, have unanimously decides within ourselves to help the economy of this house by getting jobs for ourselves', Charles speaks on behalf of his siblings and himself.
    'I am proud of you all', Mr. Cheller Scott says. 'I am happy you all are concerned about the situation of things and are willing to help but please I beg you, out there, it is dog eat dog. While I do not have any right to stop you from working, I want to plead with you to be safe. Do whatever job you want to. As far as it is legal, I support you. Once again, thank you very much for being so concerned'.
    Everyone is excited that both parents are on-board with the decision. They talk a little more during and after dinner and by 10:30pm, they all retire to bed for the day, the children all excited that by tomorrow, they would join the workforce.

    __________________
    ©mrspectacular

  • mrspectacular 3d

    BULLET POINT 1

    --------------------------------
    Sarah Scott has tears rolling down her cheeks as she looks around the shanty she lives in with her three children and her husband, a struggling craftsman who owns a wood workshop. They were well to do before now until a little slip up with a supply gone south caused them to pay damages worth almost their whole net worth having gulped ninety-six percent of it leaving them with a mean four percent to live on.
    In her agonious reminiscing, she is so disconnected from the world around her that she does not notice when her children, Charles, the eldest aged 16 years old, Henrietta, the elder, aged 13 and Emmanuel, the youngest, aged 11 years old, arrive from school and enter into the house. Were it to be a band of criminals, they could easily cart away all the little they have in the house without any confrontation whatsoever. Upon gaining entry into the house, the children begin calling out to their mother, sure of the fact that it is impossible that no one would be home and the door would be left unlocked.
    After about a minute or two of searching for her, they find her seated quite absent-mindedly, her eye lids sore from crying a long time, her nose running like that of a little child who has been given the beating of his life at the mercy of the whip. It is not a pretty sight.
    The children had never seen their mother like this. She usually had a pretty smile send them off to school and welcome them home when they return. Despite the evident deplorability of their situation, she always seemed to have a demeanor and attitude of a positivist damage-control expert, giving them the impression that there would be no need for alarm, tears or agony but here she is, broken, tired and frustrated. The children walk towards their mother and sit around her and with a touch to her shoulders, they startle her back to reality.
    'Oh gosh', she screams, hurriedly wiping her eyes in the belief that they have not seen the tears in her eyes.
    'Mum, what's wrong?', Charles asks on behalf of the trio.
    'Nothing, dears', she says as she hurriedly rises. 'Go freshen up. Let me go and prepare for you all to eat. I'm sure you must all be tired and hungry'.
    The worries are becoming too familiar with them. Bills staking in their mails, the children are never allowed to get the mails so they never had an inkling of the excessiveness of the bills, going by the family's new pocket. Charles, unsatisfied by the good lies their mother has fed and may still feed them with by and by, goes to the kitchen to evaluate his mother's real countenance. She has a knife and a chopping board containing some cooking ingredients but she just stands staring into blank space and not doing anything to or with the ingredients before her. It beats his imagination what may be troubling her so much. Walking over to her, he touches her right shoulder, once again startling her into reality once more, she almost has him stabbed with the knife in her hand but for his quick reflexes.
    'Calm down, mum', says Charles surprised at what has just happened. 'What's the matter? Please talk to me'.
    Sarah cannot bring herself to tell the children about the financial issues they are facing at home at the moment. She keeps dumb for a few minutes but when she realizes Charles is about to leave her in the kitchen having been disappointed by his mother who does not trust nor believe in him enough to share her problems with him, she has no choice but to blurt out on the financial issues. She yells from behind Charles, bursting into tears,
    'We are broke, Charles', screams Sarah. 'Your dad and I have been doing everything to keep this away from you all because we do not want you all to be bothered but we are not in any way as buoyant as we were before. We are broke'
    The other children hear what Sarah has shouted and come running into the kitchen,
    'What's going on?', Henrietta and Emmanuel yell simultaneously.
    'We heard screams and we came as soon as possible', Henrietta adds.
    'Nothing, kids', Sarah says trying to hide the real information. 'You can go back to your room. I will call you when I am done making.....'
    'Stop it', Charles cuts in. His voice resounding through the silence that had overshadowed the kitchen. 'Stop it...'
    'Stop what...?'
    'They have a right to know too. It's only a matter of time before they will begin to see through your antics'
    'What antics?', Henrietta asks.
    'Mum, what is Charles talking about?', Emmanuel questions further.
    'Kids, don't worry about it...', Sarah tries to wave their curiousity but Charles would not allow it.
    '..... Siblings, the fact that we are broke is the issue on ground now'. Charles is most vexed because he believes if there were to be any problems, particularly financially with either or both of his parents, as the first born, he should be let in on it so he could help in whatever way possible. He arrived Earth with an inbuilt gusto for responsibility, the young man will never see a need and not do all he can to step in. His siblings stare flabbergasted.
    'So what's gonna happen now?', Henrietta asks expecting a matching order
    'As it stands now', Charles begins his speech. 'I think we will have to look for ways to bring more money into the house so that our gross domestic product as individuals and indeed a family does not drop any lower than it already is'.
    'So we all agree we will all get jobs, right?', Henrietta asks, seeking clarification.
    'Most definitely...Sure', Charles and Emmanuel chorus simultaneously. They are all eager to know how sweet it would be to start earning their own bills and supporting the family. They all go over to hug their mother who is shedding tears of pride over her children's zeal and desperation to help the finances of the family voluntarily. While they are hugging it out tightly and happily, they hear the vehicle of their father and husband, Mr. Cheller Scott drive in. A chaffeuer, he has just returned from his boss's home, who has just returned with him from a trip out of town with two of his daughters.
    'What's all the frenzy about?', Mr. Cheller Scott asks confusedly, after about five minutes of watching them hug without any one of them noticing his presence to welcome him. A hard-working man, he loves his family so dearly. Charles and the others, upon hearing his voice, quickly disengage from the warm hug moment they are having with their mother softly and yet teary-eyed, rush over to give Mr. Cheller Scott, their father, his own share of the warm hug. Mrs. Sarah Scott, still with some tears in her eyes, watches on proudly yet jealously.
    Scott, noticing that she is feeling left out, signals Sarah to join in. Sarah rushes over shyly and with a kiss to her forehead, Scott brings her into the group hug which lasts for five minutes without a word uttered.
    Scott breaks the silence by the sixth minute. He is curious to understand what is really going on and why everyone is in tears. He quickly whispers,
    'What is going on, family?', he asks while still in the hug, planting kisses on each of their foreheads passionately. 'Why are you all in tears?'
    This question breaks the hug with Sarah taking the lead as she directs everyone into the sitting, walking over there herself first and the children following. Scott is still lost as to what is going on so he joins in the sitting room, throwing the question he had asked earlier again to his family. He is desperate for some closure to this feeling of confusion and finally Sarah begins,
    'The children....', Sarah chips in.
    'Ahh.......', he begins all the confused as he could see nothing physically wrong with the children. '......And what's wrong with the children'.
    'They have something to discuss which I am pretty sure you would love to hear'.
    'Oh really?', he asks enthusiastically. 'What is it, my bundles of joy? Spill it. I can't wait to hear it'.
    'Dad, we have seen all you and mum are doing to get us out of this strait situation we have found ourselves and while we are not happy that you would keep the economic situation of this family from us, we are not angry. However, we, the offsprings of the house, have unanimously decides within ourselves to help the economy of this house by getting jobs for ourselves', Charles speaks on behalf of his siblings and himself.
    'I am proud of you all', Mr. Cheller Scott says. 'I am happy you all are concerned about the situation of things and are willing to help but please I beg you, out there, it is dog eat dog. While I do not have any right to stop you from working, I want to plead with you to be safe. Do whatever job you want to. As far as it is legal, I support you. Once again, thank you very much for being so concerned'.
    Everyone is excited that both parents are on-board with the decision. They talk a little more during and after dinner and by 10:30pm, they all retire to bed for the day, the children all excited that by tomorrow, they would join the workforce.

    __________________
    ©mrspectacular

  • pranalishah 1w

    - Moon & Sun -

    With every moment of us together —
    Our bond drowns like
    the sunset every evening,
    And rises every night
    like a new phase of the moon…

    Our bond lives in synergy
    like that of the Moon & Sun
    to last until the end of time…

    ©pranalishah

  • diamond49 2w

    First rain of winter

    Remember,
    Remember the first winter shower
    When we were together
    Feeling the raindrops falling
    On our faces
    With a cup of hot tea
    In our balcony

    Today, it rained again
    The flowers bloomed happily
    Raindrops embellished the leaves
    Sparkling with sun beam

    I felt a drop on my palm
    A tear rolled down from my eye
    I missed you
    And our memories
    When I saw rainbow
    In the sky
    ©diamond49

    #remember
    #wod
    #rain
    #together
    #rainbow
    #memories
    @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    First rain of winter

    ©diamond49

  • priya_345 2w

    _ शाम की चाय _

    मेरी शाम की चाय हर रोज मुझसे मिलती है।
    कभी थोडी मीठी होकर तो
    कभी-कभी थोडी फीकी होकर।
    पर मिलती जरुर है वो मुझसे
    ©priya_345

  • poetviviyanniki 2w

    DEAR FRIEND (amiga)

    SEE. ITS not about being right or wrong. It's life. Providing us lessons. Reminds self each rise. Morning. Do NOT be hard on self. This is how life flows. I must bend with a full peaceful happy wise heart. Learn from my lessons. Creating healthy growth. Character. Wisdom. I learned this the hard way. Now, healthy. When, inner hard on self it causes inflammation. Let Inerness and outer environment be content. At peace. Brings clairty. now. This 2022. A new year. New beginnings. If u have a heart that's confused. Place your thoughts. In a peaceful manner. Share them with him. In a peaceful wise manner. It's not a competition. This is about having a family together and us a item. Lovers... if he loves, he shows through action. Being together. Lovers. Family... I do.(if u do. Tell him. Want to learn to be at peace together mesh together with love etc. Evolve together..) and it's not him. Then build ur inner self well. Build ur outer self well. Love ur self 100%. Take good care of self. Stay full of gratitude. Create a routine. Structure. Less is more healthy life style. Creating ur healthy vibration. Attracting your mate... goodluck. Dont be afraid. Water the seeds of courage. Confidence. And wisdom. ;Beauty. Nourish your feminine and flourish...xv


    VN.

    -Viviyan Niki
    ©poetviviyanniki

  • priya_345 3w

    _ क्या बताऊ कि _

    क्या बताऊ लोगो को की

    तुम मेरे हो

    या सिर्फ मेरे हो
    ©priya_345

  • rajamuzafarali_ 3w

    NEVER GIVE UP.

    Today is hard, Tomorrow is worse, but the day after tomorrow will be Sunshine.

    RMA
    ©rajamuzafarali_

  • mrjrry 5w

    If ever two were one, then surely we.
    If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
    If ever wife was happy in a man,
    Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
    I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
    Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
    My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
    Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
    Thy love is such I can no way repay;
    The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
    Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,
    That when we live no more, we may live ever.
    ©mrjrry

  • acksmack 5w

    Claimed

    All
    I am
    Is this really all
    I am
    All I will ever do
    Or accomplish
    Whatever I do
    Is this all
    There is
    For us
    Sanctuary
    In knowing
    The foolishness
    Is behind
    We can now be
    Who
    We always wanted
    To be
    For each other
    The freedom
    To share
    With you
    The time
    Now
    Unchained
    Now
    My life
    You
    Claimed

    ©acksmack

  • wordsonvelvet 5w

    I walked through the door
    Into a sea of sunflowers
    It's heaven, I swore
    As long as it was ours

    ©wordsonvelvet

  • theothertreistam 6w

    #burn
    #blaze
    #together
    ©theothertreistam

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    Chanel

    We will paint walls with our brightest love,
    Blossom fields of flowers with our laughter,
    Ablaze like suns in a halo of fire,
    In a dance neither heaven nor hell can look down upon.

    With thin stems of dandelions for fingers,
    And their light parachutes for eyelashes,
    Your arms complete life's circle,
    Forsaking hearts forgotten outside,
    Never thawing from their winter.

    Your warmth will be my nous,
    And mine, yours;
    I would want nothing else
    But to burn together.

  • brown_ocolus 6w

    Right now

    Let's breathe in the fresh air,
    And dance like we don't care.
    Let's make stories we can share,
    And gather under the sun's glare.

    Pretend like it's over,
    That time passed in a blur,
    To enjoy what's here,
    With people we met today,
    Brewing memories,
    Casting shadows,
    In places we are unaware.

    Under the moonlight today,
    Looking at what's far away,
    Hoping for shooting stars,
    More than a wish itself.
    So, We'll gather around,
    Singing songs;
    weird like you and me.

    Maybe it's different tomorrow,
    the sun will warm us up,
    Heat our souls,
    And Glisten our skin.

    So, is there a tomorrow?
    Because today just went by.
    Is there a now?
    As they just passed by.
    Is it just me?
    Because I heard laughs,
    One from my soul,
    The other next to me.
    ©brown_ocolus

  • porcupine 6w

    December 7th 7:25 am

    Sitting with a coffee
    As the ducks converse
    The geese are very vocal
    Together they rehearse
    ©porcupine

  • unheardvois 6w

    Together

    It's 10years already.
    Sleeping next to you was always my dream but it's more than 6yrs now that we are together.
    New job, New colleagues, New people and new chair to sit on made me shallow. This new life had everything  but the love we once shared. We drifted, we knew that, the space between our bolsters were bigger that the space we had for each other in each other's life.
    It feels like it's over, and there's no plan to start over, we are okay to sink in, okay with everything going around us. Keeping ourselves busy is what helped us from running away with or for the lies.
    It's about to get over and we are about to
    Get dissolve in a solution denser than our soul and deeper than our thoughts.
    I Don't feel the same and you are not the one I fell for. It's not only over but it's gone far, farther than the lilac sky which is setting down the dusk with chirping birds getting back to their nests and moon is seeking love.

    Waiting for a new beginning here I'm sitting in front of someone I knew for less than 48 hrs now, but looking at each other we feel infinite and we dunno how to stop that.

    .
    .
    Someday I'll tell the whole story but Today let this be the Epilog of something new.
    ©unheardvois

  • hoorbanu98 7w

    ~~~~~~~
    Latin word COMPUTE is constructed of cum (with) and putare (to think or reckon), and it means "to count up together."
    ~~~~~~~
    #mirakee #writersnetwork #hoorbanu98 #meaning #together #wod #pod

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    Talk "To Count Up Together"❤♥

    COMPUTE!
    CUM/ with / & PUTARE/ to think /

    The days with you was
    Just ás Wet of Tears and Dry of Heart
    When Tears and Heart compute with soul
    I remembered you laughed and I cried
    We both are just like summer and winter which can't be together


    ©hoorbanu98
    《 02-12-2021 》

  • saumoshri 7w

    I feel like I'm born in the wrong era of love. I want polaroids of us smiling, hand written letters, flowers that I don't have to ask for, star gazing, ice cream dates, coffee dates, picnics, surprise dates, library dates, taking pictures of me just because you want to, spending time together and going on adventures, going to amusement parks and museums. The concept of love that I want to experience just isn't around anymore and it actually sucks.

    ©saumoshri

  • kirukka 8w

    Life

    Sacrifice!
    Sorry! That's it
    Life. But! Who
    Sacrifice! Who
    Sorry! Is just life !! Enjoy! Suffering! Foundation!