Monika Poem Words Novels & Stories

Moni posts a lot of pictures in feminine poses or dresswear too, which Samantha knows doesn't necessarily mean anything, but well. There's a post that catches his attention though. Moni's legs are folded over a railing, in a black and white filter. Her legs are encased in white thigh highs and the view from her apartment, of the skyscrapers at night, is visible through the window. The captions reads: How strange/How sweet to find you still/These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me/Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers/Oh, how the ghost of you clings/These foolish things remind me of you.

Mahira was ignoring but the moment she heard the last word, her patience gave in, she looked at Mona calmly and spoke. “It is said, only a fool recognises a fool, a monkey recognises another monkey and a mistress recognises another mistress, am I right Mona,” her lips turned upward on one side as she watched Mona’s jaw open. “You--- how dare you,” “How dare you?” sneered Mahira dangerously at Mona, “How dare you utter such words for me, do you think all women are like you,” Mahira did not want to waste her time on Mona, “next time you think I am a pushover, think again,”

She crouched, touching a glowing letter. It pulsed once beneath her fingertip, warm and alive. > “The world’s writing poetry now,” she murmured. > “Or asking questions,” Adrian said behind her. He knelt, studying the lines. “They’re fragments. Conscious thoughts trying to connect.” > “Like a baby’s first words?” > “More like a symphony learning its first note.” The words kept appearing, vanishing as soon as the rain touched them. > “It’s thinking out loud,” Mira whispered. “We made a world that dreams.”

It might be Shiina's first time to hear such an answer that she looked at him with a confused expression. Monica nodded and said, "I have infinite possibilities. I don't intend to be one of the colors among all living beings. I don't want to be a filler among everyone, but I want to make everyone, no, the world, to be affected by me." Shiina was stunned when she heard such an answer from Monica.

he called out, his voice firm but laced with a hint of annoyance. A weak voice responded, barely audible. “Caleb…please…help me.” Caleb’s expression twisted in irritation. “What’s going on, Monica? Why are you begging?” Monica’s voice cracked, desperation seeping into her words. “I need…water…food…please, Caleb. I can’t take it anymore.” Caleb snorted, his eyes rolling in disgust. “You should have thought of that before,.” Monica’s voice rose, a faint hint of anger amidst the desperation.

Despite the futility of my attempts, I couldn’t bring myself to stop; I had to keep trying, to keep pouring my heart out, no matter how much it felt like shouting into the void. With each soft utterance, my voice softened into a near whisper, laced with vulnerability. "Mona, my love," I murmured, the words trembling on my lips, "my heart beats for you alone. You are the melody, the rhythm that gives my existence meaning and depth. Without you, I am merely a discordant note amidst the symphony of life. Please, come back to me, Mona. Let’s rediscover the harmony we once shared, the love that once bound us so beautifully."

she muttered in Adom direction. "That's what you get," Monika said when Adom turned to her, looking as though he were expecting her to scold Clary for his behavior. "Go on, get out of here you dirty little bastard," she said, her amusement at his antics clears in her tone. "I wish your mom was here, she would have been so proud of what you've accomplished, what both of you have accomplished," Monika said, a lump rising in her throat as she thought of her old friend, how she missed her! She gazed at the girl she thought of as her daughter, smiling at the happy look on her face and the way the couple swayed to their own music, their joined hands resting over their children. She pulled them int

' Trisha 'oh Trisha:(' Monika 'he alreday want to divorce you' 'everything's gonna be ok' 'you're not gonna be alone' 'you have me and others, i'll help you in every way possible; 'i can send you a good amount of money every end of the month' 'i'll help you find a job' 'you can even come to the states and live with me, you only have to ask' 'you know i'm always here for you Trisha' Monika 'gosh Monika' 'don't make me cry' 'the divorce processor till now complete yet..' Trisha 'don't tell me you're listing his shits' 'you really don;t need him Trisha' Monika 'no..' 'but i told him i need time to think' and even if I don't want anything from him, but I still want to listen to him Monika' Trish

Monica expressed her disbelief, knowing that William was trying hard not to accept what he was feeling. “You are not thinking coherently. What kind of poetry do you envision? Please do not think that I am you. In addition to being distinct individuals, we also harbor disparate internal emotions. It is disheartening to learn that, despite my repeated attempts to enlighten you, you remain entangled in matters that negatively impact your ideas. Keep this in mind: I don't need a weak person in my life." William stated coldly, squinting his eyes meanly at Monica and hammering home his admission that he had nothing to offer her.

he muttered in Adom direction. “That’s what you get,” Monika said when Adom turned to her, looking as though he were expecting her to scold Allen for his behaviour. “Go on, get out of here you dirty little bastard,” she said, her amusement at his antics clear in her tone. “I wish your mom was here, she would have been so proud of what you’ve accomplished, what both of you have accomplished,” Monika said, a lump rising in her throat as she thought of her old friend, how she missed her! She gazed at the boy she thought of as her son, smiling at the happy look on his face and the way the couple swayed to their own music, their joined hands resting over their children. She pulled them into a sil