A malevolent artist
You never know when it will appear, but it will. It roams the stillness of your mind like a prowler, lurking in the corners. And hit you when it finds you most vulnerable.
You can't escape it. It targets everybody at some point in their lives. While some tackle it, others destroy themselves. It has a menacing smile, which shines whenever it obliterates another victim. First it robs you of your beliefs and then it makes you plunge into the deep waters of diffidence. When you become a muse of its malevolent artistry, it paints you in the shades of melancholy.
From the outside, world will see you as vibrant and fiery. But the venomous colors with which it painted you, will gradually dissolve the remaining life left in you.
It's more vicious than it appears when you read it.
Yes, this is what DEPRESSION is!
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You never know when it will appear, but it will. It roams the stillness of your mind like a prowler, lurking in the corners. And hit you when it finds you most vulnerable.
You can't escape it. It targets everybody at some point in their lives. While some tackle it, others destroy themselves. It has a menacing smile, which shines whenever it obliterates another victim. First it robs you of your beliefs and then it makes you plunge into the deep waters of diffidence. When you become a muse of its malevolent artistry, it paints you in the shades of melancholy.
From the outside, world will see you as vibrant and fiery. But the venomous colors with which it painted you, will gradually dissolve the remaining life left in you.
It's more vicious than it appears when you read it.
Yes, this is what DEPRESSION is!
#review #sh #everyone #prose
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THE PAINTED BLINDSPOT
Life on the other side was not what you painted it to be.
But I blindly saw the picture from your point of view.
There's nothing more, I sadly believed.
Only, lies don't stand the test of time.
The truth tore away at your designs.
Creating a hole in the canvas.
The resulting scar became a light in the darkness.
Like a caterpillar, the picture evolved before my eyes.
From a dull perspective to a vibrant looking-glass.
It is very much alive as am I.
The brave New world you tried to hide.
I can clearly see as the door is open wide.
The highs and lows you plainly leveled.
There's something beyond the blue border far ahead.
There is something more than land and sky.
There is sound and silence.
Many tears and laughter.
But apart from all that there is what you failed to see.
The beauty in the chaos
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(A/N: I developed some more on my first attempt. Thoughts?)
THE PAINTED BLINDSPOT
Life on the other side was not what you painted it to be.
But I blindly saw the picture from your point of view.
There's nothing more, I sadly believed.
Only, lies don't stand the test of time.
The truth tore away at your designs.
Creating a hole in the canvas.
The resulting scar became a light in the darkness.
Like a caterpillar, the picture evolved before my eyes.
From a dull perspective to a vibrant looking-glass.
It is very much alive as am I.
The brave New world you tried to hide.
I can clearly see as the door is open wide.
The highs and lows you plainly leveled.
There's something beyond the blue border far ahead.
There is something more than land and sky.
There is sound and silence.
Many tears and laughter.
But apart from all that there is what you failed to see.
The beauty in the chaos
#Ibee #everyone #article #pictureprompt
(A/N: I developed some more on my first attempt. Thoughts?)
I forgive you
I have moved on
And have found my peace in a place I never thought I would
But sometimes the darkness creeps in
And I look back at what we had
It was chaotic, yes
But it was a beautiful chaos
I ask myself why I can't seal the window to those bittersweet memories
I guess I still have a soft spot for you after all
-almostover
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I have moved on
And have found my peace in a place I never thought I would
But sometimes the darkness creeps in
And I look back at what we had
It was chaotic, yes
But it was a beautiful chaos
I ask myself why I can't seal the window to those bittersweet memories
I guess I still have a soft spot for you after all
-almostover
#pictureprompt #review
In search of her love ,
She left her kingdom ,
Moved place to place ,
Singing hyms and songs ,
The day she left the world ,
Meera finally met her Kanha.
-shailja
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She left her kingdom ,
Moved place to place ,
Singing hyms and songs ,
The day she left the world ,
Meera finally met her Kanha.
-shailja
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Help me.
Help me tear down the mask that you put on me so early. A mask with no pores, a shroud for my true identity. Choking me within your set rules, my own desire to be just me, walking away from the sanity that I was born with, sulking at the infected piece of cloth tou make me adorn as I walk among the public, owning of whatever is left of me, turned from me to you. I move within my restricted dreams, which you so skillfully defined. Slowly dying along with my spirit, I closed my eyes. Help me, remove this clouded sky for I know the sun still shines outside.
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Help me tear down the mask that you put on me so early. A mask with no pores, a shroud for my true identity. Choking me within your set rules, my own desire to be just me, walking away from the sanity that I was born with, sulking at the infected piece of cloth tou make me adorn as I walk among the public, owning of whatever is left of me, turned from me to you. I move within my restricted dreams, which you so skillfully defined. Slowly dying along with my spirit, I closed my eyes. Help me, remove this clouded sky for I know the sun still shines outside.
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Black day,black night,
black heart,black emotions
You are my bad choice,
Black choice.
You are like a black board,
I am like a white chalk.
No need to talk me,
now I am like a black demon,
I am not your sweet lemon.
No need to taste me,
now I am like a black salt.
- Suvesh Shukla
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black heart,black emotions
You are my bad choice,
Black choice.
You are like a black board,
I am like a white chalk.
No need to talk me,
now I am like a black demon,
I am not your sweet lemon.
No need to taste me,
now I am like a black salt.
- Suvesh Shukla
#review
Little squirrel desired the touch of the ground.
O my beautiful tiny clone, ground is full of cats and hawks; tree is where you belong.
Tiny curiosity obliged, befriended the sparrow, ant, and firefly.
O sparrow, you are mother of three yet tinier then me.
O sparrow, take me to the land across the stream. A land not known to hawks and cats.
O ant, why you work day and night; when one grain is all you need.
O ant, ground is your friend, ask him to keep away hawks and cats.
O firefly, you are the queen of the night; ask the night to be shorter;
O firefly, be my torch against hawks and cats.
O little squirrel, ground loathes faintheart; revere’s only the might.
I have grown this much only to shelter the tiny you.
O tree, who needs ground when he has you
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O my beautiful tiny clone, ground is full of cats and hawks; tree is where you belong.
Tiny curiosity obliged, befriended the sparrow, ant, and firefly.
O sparrow, you are mother of three yet tinier then me.
O sparrow, take me to the land across the stream. A land not known to hawks and cats.
O ant, why you work day and night; when one grain is all you need.
O ant, ground is your friend, ask him to keep away hawks and cats.
O firefly, you are the queen of the night; ask the night to be shorter;
O firefly, be my torch against hawks and cats.
O little squirrel, ground loathes faintheart; revere’s only the might.
I have grown this much only to shelter the tiny you.
O tree, who needs ground when he has you
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Tranquil and free;
Grass as green can be,
Blue water flowing through me.
Landing in my midst, a discarded painting.
A sliver of light shining through a tear.
Losing patience and curious still,
I ripped through the canvas.
Blinding lights and loud noises,
Now my new reality.
Tranquil and free;
Grass as green can be,
Blue water flowing through me.
Landing in my midst, a discarded painting.
A sliver of light shining through a tear.
Losing patience and curious still,
I ripped through the canvas.
Blinding lights and loud noises,
Now my new reality.
I am
an empty broken glass
and you
a seductive bottle
of sparkling champagne.
I am
a barrel of gunpowder
and you
a raging Phoenix
soaring in flames.
If we ever meet,
there will be chaos
for the rest of our lives.
I am
autumn's withering tree
and you
a celestial violin
playing a springtime melody.
I am
a wandering reciter
of tales and philosophies
and you
an unheard story.
If we ever meet,
there will be chaos
for the rest of our lives.
I am
a flickering flame
and you
the melting wax.
I am
a worn-out nickel
and you
the fountain of luck.
If we ever meet,
there will be chaos
for the rest of our lives.
#review
an empty broken glass
and you
a seductive bottle
of sparkling champagne.
I am
a barrel of gunpowder
and you
a raging Phoenix
soaring in flames.
If we ever meet,
there will be chaos
for the rest of our lives.
I am
autumn's withering tree
and you
a celestial violin
playing a springtime melody.
I am
a wandering reciter
of tales and philosophies
and you
an unheard story.
If we ever meet,
there will be chaos
for the rest of our lives.
I am
a flickering flame
and you
the melting wax.
I am
a worn-out nickel
and you
the fountain of luck.
If we ever meet,
there will be chaos
for the rest of our lives.
#review
The night was long and peaceful. The sea of thoughts was calm, in sync with the surrounding.
Strong breeze brought the traffic to halt,
making people angry on mother earth.
Mother replied, ‘thee enjoyed breeze earlier’ but now the same breeze is no more beautiful:
Sons of mother have grown old now
they like the feeling not the thing, only the comfort not the beauty.
But, it was all calm in a distant corner. Years of strong gale gave in for calmness. Turbulence made
its way for peace.
Mother showered it on other sons in the form of breeze. Mother is gentle, she knew gale won’t be
tolerated, little she knew that son has grown old now. He lives by his own terms.
The night in this corner is different. No more questions, no more observations. Observatory has
given its way to the art gallery. An art gallery destined to be void of visitors:
Sons of mother have grown old now
Old is good, old is experienced. A wrinkle is a beauty of highest class. But the epitome comes with
a price. The price of purity and innocence
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Strong breeze brought the traffic to halt,
making people angry on mother earth.
Mother replied, ‘thee enjoyed breeze earlier’ but now the same breeze is no more beautiful:
Sons of mother have grown old now
they like the feeling not the thing, only the comfort not the beauty.
But, it was all calm in a distant corner. Years of strong gale gave in for calmness. Turbulence made
its way for peace.
Mother showered it on other sons in the form of breeze. Mother is gentle, she knew gale won’t be
tolerated, little she knew that son has grown old now. He lives by his own terms.
The night in this corner is different. No more questions, no more observations. Observatory has
given its way to the art gallery. An art gallery destined to be void of visitors:
Sons of mother have grown old now
Old is good, old is experienced. A wrinkle is a beauty of highest class. But the epitome comes with
a price. The price of purity and innocence
#review #everyone
Oh light... give me some darkness
I need to hide my tears,
I want to escape from the truth,
the world is of hypocrites,
full of colors,
just like you... oh light !
You brought the love into this world,
with the heart of hate,
you brought the pain,
please give some darkness,
to lose the sight of this world,
to relieve the plight of my heart,
Oh light ! give me some darkness...
to dream the blossom of flowers,
to feel the freedom of birds,
to listen the song of peace,
give me some darkness.. oh light !
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I need to hide my tears,
I want to escape from the truth,
the world is of hypocrites,
full of colors,
just like you... oh light !
You brought the love into this world,
with the heart of hate,
you brought the pain,
please give some darkness,
to lose the sight of this world,
to relieve the plight of my heart,
Oh light ! give me some darkness...
to dream the blossom of flowers,
to feel the freedom of birds,
to listen the song of peace,
give me some darkness.. oh light !
#poetry #review #KM #everyone
Dark Side
Welcome to the dark side,
it's been a while someone have visited or had a ride. Ohh wait, you can feel blowing while travel across.
It is full of wonders and flows.
I hope, you wouldn't mind if It will take long enough time.
Will Everything be the same or it is just a matter of my slothy mind..
#review #literals
Welcome to the dark side,
it's been a while someone have visited or had a ride. Ohh wait, you can feel blowing while travel across.
It is full of wonders and flows.
I hope, you wouldn't mind if It will take long enough time.
Will Everything be the same or it is just a matter of my slothy mind..
#review #literals
As the sight strikes
the vastness of the world
the eyes look confused.
Helplessness falls in
when it can't see
through those with mask.
The lost then increases
as ears get struck by calls
forcing the mind to invite
bedlam as an associate
What should he do
-being brought by Birth,
before being called back-
to fulfill why he was here?
Should he listen
to words by Islam
he'd find them clear
and also true.
If he choosess him as guide,
he'd feel at ease, ready
to return anytime.
#Review
#everyone
#poetry
the vastness of the world
the eyes look confused.
Helplessness falls in
when it can't see
through those with mask.
The lost then increases
as ears get struck by calls
forcing the mind to invite
bedlam as an associate
What should he do
-being brought by Birth,
before being called back-
to fulfill why he was here?
Should he listen
to words by Islam
he'd find them clear
and also true.
If he choosess him as guide,
he'd feel at ease, ready
to return anytime.
#Review
#everyone
#poetry
Whenever this morning's wind touches me
i feeling like u send me a message via
this wind
I keep running till today
That you will get behind the feelings
Sitting behind eye-catching colors
Know how the rising pain you have sent to my name
Whenever this morning's wind touches me
im feeling like u semd1 me a messege via wind
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i feeling like u send me a message via
this wind
I keep running till today
That you will get behind the feelings
Sitting behind eye-catching colors
Know how the rising pain you have sent to my name
Whenever this morning's wind touches me
im feeling like u semd1 me a messege via wind
#ambarsariya
#review