Emotional chargers
Indian railways teaches you lessons on human behavior. The other day I had to travel through one of the SUPER FAST trains. The SF train arrived 2 hours late to the station where it was meant to start. Testing Patience 😋
The general waiting room is actually a classroom which the schools don't include in their syllabus. 10 plug points for a room of the size of a spacious 3 BHK. Testing opportunist character of a human.
Well, the people sitting near the plug points start using the phone more than they regularly do. This is to show off so that no other person comes n asks for the charging point or the charger. This is when the warrior within wakes up. PUBG was never so intense or the never noticed hero of a movie written off the cinema history wall becomes inspirational.😳
Lastly the dictator of the charging point invades. That person pulls out a charger of another person and plugs his own. The war begins. The GOC(Game of Chargers) theme music plays and the crowd is now all charged up to witness the epic battle. Testing your integrity and morale.
That is when the announcement comes the train has arrived at the platform. Everything is forgotten and people run to catch their train.
Indian railways, testing your mental health from 1850s.
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Indian railways teaches you lessons on human behavior. The other day I had to travel through one of the SUPER FAST trains. The SF train arrived 2 hours late to the station where it was meant to start. Testing Patience 😋
The general waiting room is actually a classroom which the schools don't include in their syllabus. 10 plug points for a room of the size of a spacious 3 BHK. Testing opportunist character of a human.
Well, the people sitting near the plug points start using the phone more than they regularly do. This is to show off so that no other person comes n asks for the charging point or the charger. This is when the warrior within wakes up. PUBG was never so intense or the never noticed hero of a movie written off the cinema history wall becomes inspirational.😳
Lastly the dictator of the charging point invades. That person pulls out a charger of another person and plugs his own. The war begins. The GOC(Game of Chargers) theme music plays and the crowd is now all charged up to witness the epic battle. Testing your integrity and morale.
That is when the announcement comes the train has arrived at the platform. Everything is forgotten and people run to catch their train.
Indian railways, testing your mental health from 1850s.
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I was born of man.
Having thesame likeness of man.
Considering all i have had, I'd always had a mind.
A mind of immortality.
Pushing me always into immorality.
Facing every square with all my might.
And a man would I be till I find my mortality.
I'm a man indeed.
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Having thesame likeness of man.
Considering all i have had, I'd always had a mind.
A mind of immortality.
Pushing me always into immorality.
Facing every square with all my might.
And a man would I be till I find my mortality.
I'm a man indeed.
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My lies are too much and my confessions just not enough, I Said things to differ not knowing it will create differences, I know despite all my mistakes I know this heart own a lot to you and maybe it will always, now maybe its not the right time, but time will come and I will just say one more lie but i promise that will be my last.Beyond the fact and abstract
Beyond our words and feeling exchanaged
Beyond everything which we both went through alone..
Beyond this universe ,
Lies what i own to you.
You are not here but how can I stop looking for you, you see miracles do exist,don't you find it amazing ,we never even shared few nice words but still we are like those two stars with absolutely nothing not even air between them . Now ,are we so so so close that theres no space for even air to exist,or maybe we are so far that its simply impossible for us to share two ends of the same thing.
Can't we even breathe the same air?
My lies are too much and my confessions just not enough, I Said things to differ not knowing it will create differences, I know despite all my mistakes I know this heart own a lot to you and maybe it will always, now maybe its not the right time, but time will come and I will just say one more lie but i promise that will be my last.Beyond the fact and abstract
Beyond our words and feeling exchanaged
Beyond everything which we both went through alone..
Beyond this universe ,
Lies what i own to you.
You are not here but how can I stop looking for you, you see miracles do exist,don't you find it amazing ,we never even shared few nice words but still we are like those two stars with absolutely nothing not even air between them . Now ,are we so so so close that theres no space for even air to exist,or maybe we are so far that its simply impossible for us to share two ends of the same thing.
Can't we even breathe the same air?
Please spot my mistakes in this paragraph.
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The rose you brought me ages ago, still breathing, pressed between the pages of my diary of dreams, where it blooms everyday. Perhaps, it's the memories of your presence, which urge me to keep writing the diary of dreams, and so the rose live little longer. Or perhaps, it's just the empty me, which still hopes you will brought me the another rose.
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The rose you brought me ages ago, still breathing, pressed between the pages of my diary of dreams, where it blooms everyday. Perhaps, it's the memories of your presence, which urge me to keep writing the diary of dreams, and so the rose live little longer. Or perhaps, it's just the empty me, which still hopes you will brought me the another rose.
POETRY ON DEPRESSION
Where should I asl for help,
for my very own depression.
Where everyone is putting,
a fake smile as a first impression.
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People know everything , they know you are broken
But still they expect you that your scars should not be open.
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They expect you to be good, to celebrate your life with holding a glass of red wine.
Where they do know with you nothing is fine.
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Holding the empty glass under the dark old ceiling.
Don't know how to escape this negative feelings.
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The moving fan is so haundering, killing myself this thought is always captivating.
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Breath smells like weads and alcohol runs through veins.
Never knew how this beautiful body had turned into devastated pain.
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It's important to know killing yourself for someone is never worth
Worth is living your life, proving yourself then killing their ego alive.
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If still you found devastated in suicidal thoughts
Please hold on and be strong
Because you have some motherfuckers to prove wrong.
-----Thank you #poetry #review
Where should I asl for help,
for my very own depression.
Where everyone is putting,
a fake smile as a first impression.
---------
People know everything , they know you are broken
But still they expect you that your scars should not be open.
--------
They expect you to be good, to celebrate your life with holding a glass of red wine.
Where they do know with you nothing is fine.
--------
Holding the empty glass under the dark old ceiling.
Don't know how to escape this negative feelings.
--------
The moving fan is so haundering, killing myself this thought is always captivating.
--------
Breath smells like weads and alcohol runs through veins.
Never knew how this beautiful body had turned into devastated pain.
--------
It's important to know killing yourself for someone is never worth
Worth is living your life, proving yourself then killing their ego alive.
--------
If still you found devastated in suicidal thoughts
Please hold on and be strong
Because you have some motherfuckers to prove wrong.
-----Thank you #poetry #review
Pompous and pretentious they can be,
Tactfulness is what you need to seek!
Few love to rant, and
Few love to brag..
Smart and devious they can be,
Wittiness is what you need to seek!
Few like to prank and
Few like to hurt..
Mindless and harsh they can be,
Ruthfullness is what you need to seek!
Few love to banter and
Few don't care..
Gentle and innocent they can be,
Kindness is what you need to seek!
Few like to sulk and
Few like to hide..
Cordial and warm they can be,
Fondness is what you need to seek!
Few love to share and
Few love to help..
-Mindset of people
By Sukeerti Nandihal
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Tactfulness is what you need to seek!
Few love to rant, and
Few love to brag..
Smart and devious they can be,
Wittiness is what you need to seek!
Few like to prank and
Few like to hurt..
Mindless and harsh they can be,
Ruthfullness is what you need to seek!
Few love to banter and
Few don't care..
Gentle and innocent they can be,
Kindness is what you need to seek!
Few like to sulk and
Few like to hide..
Cordial and warm they can be,
Fondness is what you need to seek!
Few love to share and
Few love to help..
-Mindset of people
By Sukeerti Nandihal
#suan
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Please criticize my work..
(not a poem, a paragraph from my story)
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#ruh
There are nights when my shadow wraps around and drags me somewhere. Somewhere in the dark endless tunnels, where, even the moonlight gets swallowed by the darkness. As I walk, thousands of voices stabbing, trying to rip out my skin with the blood-red burning knives. But there's no pain. Nothing. Just like a cold lifeless body feel nothing.
(not a poem, a paragraph from my story)
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#ruh
There are nights when my shadow wraps around and drags me somewhere. Somewhere in the dark endless tunnels, where, even the moonlight gets swallowed by the darkness. As I walk, thousands of voices stabbing, trying to rip out my skin with the blood-red burning knives. But there's no pain. Nothing. Just like a cold lifeless body feel nothing.
I'm jaded of inscribing about the blues that amuses the imps.
About your daggers ripping in my heart and back, were you heedful of them or not.
Or the resounding voices I'm too feeble to fathom, the clemency that faded into thin air.
I'm so fucking drained.
Of the hungry beasts, of the "kill or be killed," "eat or get eaten."
Of being one of those monsters.
Torrents of ink and a flood of thoughts,
but I'm all jaded.
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About your daggers ripping in my heart and back, were you heedful of them or not.
Or the resounding voices I'm too feeble to fathom, the clemency that faded into thin air.
I'm so fucking drained.
Of the hungry beasts, of the "kill or be killed," "eat or get eaten."
Of being one of those monsters.
Torrents of ink and a flood of thoughts,
but I'm all jaded.
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A commuter's tale.
The time is past eleven as I glanced at my cell phone for the third time. I have been fixed on this faded brown cottoned seat that had cushioned more than a thousand weights in its lifetime, It reeked of age.
I have been trapped here for two hours, so that my stomach was unsettled by the nauseating mix of body odours and smoke. I struggled for breath. The air tasted of salt and gasoline as I cussed beneath my breath – fuck! God, I need my own motor – a commuter’s prayer.
For some relief, I gulped my bottle of water, religiously. Out of the blue, a velvet kimono – dressed lady brushed hurriedly past me, nudging the bottle off my hand. Almost glassy eyed, I watched my precious grip at life spill away, and there was no saving the bottle, because the cramped bus made sure of that! I shot a glare at her, but she was already indulged in another business, there was no point. In here, we were all victims, victims of a dysfunctional transport system, victims of a failed government.
I was jolted back to the frenzy when a dirty- collared man spewed obscenities at a younger lady, which was met with rolled eyes and whispers from the other commuters. “I get your mate for house,” he blurted. This, if the journey were a story, should be the title, everyone always having everyone’s mate safely tucked in their houses. Other plots would include; hurried steps, optimistic pleas from coke and gala hawkers, angry drivers honking at other angry drivers in a vicious cycle of angriness, always.
My androgynous attire did me no favours as stares and side talks and giggles and disgust were hurled at me. But here I remained, in this cramped space of bodies, sweat, anger and judgement, replaying my time with him and wishing it had ended well.
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The time is past eleven as I glanced at my cell phone for the third time. I have been fixed on this faded brown cottoned seat that had cushioned more than a thousand weights in its lifetime, It reeked of age.
I have been trapped here for two hours, so that my stomach was unsettled by the nauseating mix of body odours and smoke. I struggled for breath. The air tasted of salt and gasoline as I cussed beneath my breath – fuck! God, I need my own motor – a commuter’s prayer.
For some relief, I gulped my bottle of water, religiously. Out of the blue, a velvet kimono – dressed lady brushed hurriedly past me, nudging the bottle off my hand. Almost glassy eyed, I watched my precious grip at life spill away, and there was no saving the bottle, because the cramped bus made sure of that! I shot a glare at her, but she was already indulged in another business, there was no point. In here, we were all victims, victims of a dysfunctional transport system, victims of a failed government.
I was jolted back to the frenzy when a dirty- collared man spewed obscenities at a younger lady, which was met with rolled eyes and whispers from the other commuters. “I get your mate for house,” he blurted. This, if the journey were a story, should be the title, everyone always having everyone’s mate safely tucked in their houses. Other plots would include; hurried steps, optimistic pleas from coke and gala hawkers, angry drivers honking at other angry drivers in a vicious cycle of angriness, always.
My androgynous attire did me no favours as stares and side talks and giggles and disgust were hurled at me. But here I remained, in this cramped space of bodies, sweat, anger and judgement, replaying my time with him and wishing it had ended well.
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Worth
Alone I've been since I've been
And been only to places you've seen
You can't imagine how long I've lived
your dad with him I was impressed
As his child open your ears and listen.
I feel pain of the burning heat
Everyday's stress of going round.
Squeezing through a narrow path
Being avoided by everyone. Still
Never had I regretted a moment
You need purpose that makes it worth
Then some patience for short period
When you feel you can't take in more
Remember usless me have endured more
And that paradise is worth much more
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Alone I've been since I've been
And been only to places you've seen
You can't imagine how long I've lived
your dad with him I was impressed
As his child open your ears and listen.
I feel pain of the burning heat
Everyday's stress of going round.
Squeezing through a narrow path
Being avoided by everyone. Still
Never had I regretted a moment
You need purpose that makes it worth
Then some patience for short period
When you feel you can't take in more
Remember usless me have endured more
And that paradise is worth much more
#Everyone
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Down to earth,
Physic tells it all,
Out of him she rose,
He is the head,
He has dominion.
He is fierce and strong,
Brave and courageous,
Bold and powerful,
His strength is divine,
And love is natural,
He conquers,
He fights endlessly till victory,
Victory is certain.
But beyond this,
Are his feelings and emotions,
His pains and sorrow.
In all this his silence is his wisdom,
His smile is his courage,
His weakness is his rib,
His humbleness, from his heart
HE IS A MAN
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Physic tells it all,
Out of him she rose,
He is the head,
He has dominion.
He is fierce and strong,
Brave and courageous,
Bold and powerful,
His strength is divine,
And love is natural,
He conquers,
He fights endlessly till victory,
Victory is certain.
But beyond this,
Are his feelings and emotions,
His pains and sorrow.
In all this his silence is his wisdom,
His smile is his courage,
His weakness is his rib,
His humbleness, from his heart
HE IS A MAN
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There alone in the shadows stitching
my last two pieces of happiness into
a beautiful shirt so I could wear it
over and over in a crowded streets,
and when people bump into me and smile,
I would smile back as if it's a way
to conjoin more pieces to my shirt,
but with every smile I would give
one piece is subtracted.
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my last two pieces of happiness into
a beautiful shirt so I could wear it
over and over in a crowded streets,
and when people bump into me and smile,
I would smile back as if it's a way
to conjoin more pieces to my shirt,
but with every smile I would give
one piece is subtracted.
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In a day, my life was changed
Same blue skies and green grass
Some how seem a little brighter today
I know that it's in my head
The world's the same as it's always been
My heart's a little lighter
With hope that I'll live longer
A little thought goes a long way
Kindness shows a great way
Troubles like the dew drops
Vanish under the sun's warmth
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Same blue skies and green grass
Some how seem a little brighter today
I know that it's in my head
The world's the same as it's always been
My heart's a little lighter
With hope that I'll live longer
A little thought goes a long way
Kindness shows a great way
Troubles like the dew drops
Vanish under the sun's warmth
#poetry #review
There are several secrets that dies with it's keeper. This particular secret however slipped out either from the secret keepers or the God.
This one is very powerful, mesmerising, magical. It lies within and without. Some see it, some feel it, some live with it and of course die with it.
This one secret can be expressed in any language of the world or beyond. Sometimes even nothing means something.
This secret heals everything and is not bound to a single organism.
This secret pushes you to take the next step when you want to give up.
This secret reaches to your veins faster than a syringe.
Sometimes it brings out a beautiful smile and sometimes the soul breaking tears.
From Rich to Poor, this secret is equal next to Love.
Some say this secret is just sound, some say it is a song. Nevertheless, Music is that secret that hits you hard that you feel the pain just to heal yourselves.
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#music
This one is very powerful, mesmerising, magical. It lies within and without. Some see it, some feel it, some live with it and of course die with it.
This one secret can be expressed in any language of the world or beyond. Sometimes even nothing means something.
This secret heals everything and is not bound to a single organism.
This secret pushes you to take the next step when you want to give up.
This secret reaches to your veins faster than a syringe.
Sometimes it brings out a beautiful smile and sometimes the soul breaking tears.
From Rich to Poor, this secret is equal next to Love.
Some say this secret is just sound, some say it is a song. Nevertheless, Music is that secret that hits you hard that you feel the pain just to heal yourselves.
#morningthoughts
#review
#music
.....LIVE ......
Someday I fly to high, now
Where is my wings.
I don't know
Why I can't fly away
From my loneliness
In this crucial midnight.
I don't know
Why did I suffer from
the man who caused me my peace,
they are now
unwanted guests in my palm.
I don't know
Savages of my heart now
Like the half burning desert.
I don't know
Where my heart ruins
down to the ground,
stare at the dusty trees and
dusty mountain ranges,
where one can stare
with dust and dusty branches.
I don't know
Am I filled with my emptiness or
half tears or the fear
of losing my loved one ?
I don't know.......... Still
I don't know........ Why?
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Someday I fly to high, now
Where is my wings.
I don't know
Why I can't fly away
From my loneliness
In this crucial midnight.
I don't know
Why did I suffer from
the man who caused me my peace,
they are now
unwanted guests in my palm.
I don't know
Savages of my heart now
Like the half burning desert.
I don't know
Where my heart ruins
down to the ground,
stare at the dusty trees and
dusty mountain ranges,
where one can stare
with dust and dusty branches.
I don't know
Am I filled with my emptiness or
half tears or the fear
of losing my loved one ?
I don't know.......... Still
I don't know........ Why?
#sima
#review