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
#ambarsariya
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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
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Magical pain
It was magic when I first met you.
Your smile had a enchanted pain.
Color is very beautiful just like
Hazel touch an unexplained miracle.
When I see his Eye's
Is a pearl in ocean
Stole my heart,
His Eye's made me glow!
Interpreted a beautiful
Hope to me that,
I began dreaming to dwell
In them forever!
Are so intense that
I don't get to lie that,
I don't love him.
Yes I did this,
Unknowingly I do it.
But when this magic over,
It's turned into magical pain.
I saw a pebble flowing,
Through the silver river of tears,
Hopelessly, searching for its bank.
Have there own persona,
The one that reflects the soul,
And the hidden dark mysteries.
#sima
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It was magic when I first met you.
Your smile had a enchanted pain.
Color is very beautiful just like
Hazel touch an unexplained miracle.
When I see his Eye's
Is a pearl in ocean
Stole my heart,
His Eye's made me glow!
Interpreted a beautiful
Hope to me that,
I began dreaming to dwell
In them forever!
Are so intense that
I don't get to lie that,
I don't love him.
Yes I did this,
Unknowingly I do it.
But when this magic over,
It's turned into magical pain.
I saw a pebble flowing,
Through the silver river of tears,
Hopelessly, searching for its bank.
Have there own persona,
The one that reflects the soul,
And the hidden dark mysteries.
#sima
#review
The night is so beautiful
With harmonic breeze
mother nature
kissing on my forehead,
The sky
with a crescent moon
exchanging a fluorescent smile,
The trees are waving their hands,
with the flowers smiling
enthusiastically
making my apathy to sleep
With pure black
no illusion
no chaos
the night is so beautiful
with just me and my mother nature
#poetry #KM #review #everyone
With harmonic breeze
mother nature
kissing on my forehead,
The sky
with a crescent moon
exchanging a fluorescent smile,
The trees are waving their hands,
with the flowers smiling
enthusiastically
making my apathy to sleep
With pure black
no illusion
no chaos
the night is so beautiful
with just me and my mother nature
#poetry #KM #review #everyone
Used, Abused and disabused.
That's the story of the African. We were and still being used. Our labour used, our bodies abused and our minds disabused. We have been strained and drained of our strength and capacity to train our minds from this abuse.
We were broken, Our spirits taken and our abilities lacking. Our brains are chained, very constrained and incapable to retain all that were taught us by the spirits of our departed forbearers.
We are a people of no dream. Our future is dim. We are deemed to be a people of no light and always in the dark night. A night full of hallow and sorrow. Our foresight curtailed, restrained to what he said. He being God who we dog around as our Lord.
They have no right to teach us how to dance to our drums. The drums, the dance put us into a trance that empower us to dream what will make us live.
We will redeem our Lost Pride and Ride the Firing Lion to victory.
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That's the story of the African. We were and still being used. Our labour used, our bodies abused and our minds disabused. We have been strained and drained of our strength and capacity to train our minds from this abuse.
We were broken, Our spirits taken and our abilities lacking. Our brains are chained, very constrained and incapable to retain all that were taught us by the spirits of our departed forbearers.
We are a people of no dream. Our future is dim. We are deemed to be a people of no light and always in the dark night. A night full of hallow and sorrow. Our foresight curtailed, restrained to what he said. He being God who we dog around as our Lord.
They have no right to teach us how to dance to our drums. The drums, the dance put us into a trance that empower us to dream what will make us live.
We will redeem our Lost Pride and Ride the Firing Lion to victory.
#Wordplay #Poem #Review
Welcome to the dark side,
it is been a while since
someone took a ride.
Don't be afraid you may hold my hand,
I can lead you through the shack of sand.
No matter how much you can
get that fictitious lament fame,
Would you promise me that
everything will be the same?
I believe you are only one of your kind.
Or is it just a matter of my restless mind?
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it is been a while since
someone took a ride.
Don't be afraid you may hold my hand,
I can lead you through the shack of sand.
No matter how much you can
get that fictitious lament fame,
Would you promise me that
everything will be the same?
I believe you are only one of your kind.
Or is it just a matter of my restless mind?
#review #literals #rereview