Posted in Fiction, Untold Stories

Time And You

It was a time, without you

nasty nights and gray lights

broken ribs and dry roses.

Time Passed and I got you.

Break the rules and run with me.

Move your arm faster than sparks

Let the heart relax a little bit.

Let the cloud watching it

 when we fly above

far from their eyeballs.

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Posted in Poetry

The Way We Move

The way we move

Don’t worry about it.

It’s a mystery.

The way we do it.

People call it  harmonic.

You know we don’t need anything

To live , but need a piece of silence

Lonely place only.

Posted in Poetry

I Would Like To Love That Girl

I would like to love that girl

Who asks me

Can you help us when my papa

Goes to the city for work.

But not  that girl ,Who asks 

Can you die for me?

Cause i know it happens

Only  in fairy tales.

I would like to love that girl

Who asks me

If i die before you

Will you bring  some flowers

Everyday, for my burial,

i love flowers so much.

But not  that girl, Who asks

Can you wait for  me ,

Throughout your life.

Cause i know it happens

Only in fairy tales.

I would like to love that girl

Who asks me

If i get married

With someone else

Will you love me still

As a friend.

But not that girl, Who asks me

Im the only girl 

Of your life, or not.

Cause i know it happens

Only in fairy tales.

I would like to love that girl

Who asks me

Will you come everyday

To talk me

When there  will be 

No one to talk.

 I have seen those old lonely

Ladies ;waiting for death

 No bees comes 

To the old and weak, flowers

 same happens

With everyone.

But not that girl, who asks

Will you love me more than

You do, yourself . If i get 

Married to you.

I know it can only happen

In your  silly dreams.

Life is not so simple and small

Like a video game ,

 you thought.

Its much bigger and colourful

Only those can see

Who  suffers and still stands 

On the wheel of life.

Posted in Poetry

It Was The Woman!!!”

A poem by untold views of our life_admin



It was the woman who nurtures the seed,

It was the woman who gave you birth,

It was the woman who  take cares of you,

It was  the woman who grows you up,

It was  the woman who gives you inspiration,

It was the woman who teach you ,how to love?

It was the woman who  is the reason for your success,

It was the woman who teach you,what is pleasure?

It was the woman who is responsible for your  down fall,

It was the woman who tell you how to hate?

It was the woman who tell you what  is pain!

It was the woman who tell you how to break?

It was the woman who  tell you, how to irritate?

It was  the woman  who shows you, how to take life ?

Woman ;Woman; every where

Cause for your start ;reason of your finish.

And this is the  reason  for our shouting, everywhere

Ladies First!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted in Lifestyle, Motivational Stories, Untold Stories

The Grass Is ALWAYS Greener

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A micro story – presenting  a untold part of my life, a experience.

Today, I was walking down my staircase and I saw one of the students with a malformed leg.

The First thought that came to mind was: ‘I wish I was you.’. That is something pretty crazy right? Me, a near perfectly functioning human was wishing that he wasn’t so perfectly functioning. But that was my thought. When I’d realised this, I looked into why I felt this way, it didn’t take me too long.

I was normal, aside from me being pretty good in academics, I was normal. I had few mental and physical limitations outside of the norm if anything I had fewer mental limitations for a person my age. But why did I want to be less-abled?

I wanted to be free from what was expected of me. I wanted to be outside of the narrow box that was ‘Normal’.

When I had first attempted this, I did it through my grades. I started studying, and my grades shot up and now I’m in the top three of the whole grade. Then I tried art, I didn’t accomplish much but I’m pretty good at art. I got two awards, one in a school competition, the other in a competition for an art exhibition. But, because of this, the bar got raised, I had a harder time even getting close to  anything I’d done in the past. Everything I did, anything I put effort into seemed to not matter because it is overshadowed.

I didn’t want that.

That’s why I envied the one’s who are less-abled. They don’t have much expected of them, so anytime they do anything remotely good, people bring out the fireworks and make a whole celebration out of it. Of course, there are many shortcomings they have, that’s the main reason why they are celebrated.

Looking from their point of view, they probably wish that their limitations didn’t exist, they might feel that because of these limitations, they are unable to reach their full potential. Making them envy those who don’t have their limitations, some even angry at them for not using their body to the fullest.

This just shows how us, as humans, are constantly unsatisfied with our circumstances. The grass is always greener on the other side.

Envy is something many of us constantly feel in our tiny, insignificant lives. It is part of human nature, us always seeing that there is something better. It is what drives us, but it can also hold us back. We always have an appetite for anything better that what we have now, for some, that is the only thing they are willing to take. This often leads to the detriment of themselves and others. When we envy, we begin becoming more susceptible to lying, to stealing, to doing anything to get what we envy, or to take them down.

I found myself in this position of envy, wishing for anything other than what was happening to myself. I kept on seeing people with more accomplishments than me at an age much lower than mine. And that made me go into a downward spiral of sadness, descending into my own pitiful black abyss. People around me didn’t help, they only made me feel worse, that I wasn’t good enough to be great.

Then I realised, I didn’t need to care.

When I let go of all that, it was like the knife that was dangling over my head was removed. I felt free.Like a relief after reading a short micro -story.

But I couldn’t help but descend back into that hole.

I was back in the spiral. My heart wasn’t strong enough to keep it up. I couldn’t not care. I was too sensitive. But still, I tried. I tried to get to that point where I didn’t care. Where I don’t feel the constant reminders of my constant inability to reach my standard. I cried, I screamed, I hated myself.

That is something that a person like me has to go through.

I have good accomplishments, everything else is compared to what accomplishments I had achieved. Often times degrading the perceived quality of my work, so I have to work hard to cope with the standards I have to deal with.

This is a reminder for everyone including me. Even if you see someone else with a ‘better’ life, who has it all going for them, they still aren’t content with it. What is important is that you try your best to be happy and content with what you have and still allow yourself to grow.

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Hi, I’m Kalvin, a new micro story  writer  at untold view – stories of our life. So yeah, hope you writingin any way.

If you want to see my personal writing, it is at Singingbookeater.blogspot.hk

 Feel free  to tell me ,how was this short story ? It is a experience of mine. So im intrested to see  your comments on it.

Have a good day!