n u m b

i’ve seen a grey rainbow floating on the green blue belt of landscape on a rainy day,
i’ve seen faces carved out of the mountain, each with different emotion, each with different stories
i’ve felt the feeling of that lush green leaf burning under the hot sun
i’ve felt the texture of angular pebbles under my palm sitting on the ground
i’ve felt the oneness of the particle nature of everything around me
i’ve been through the memory lanes and details of past which i couldn’t remember when i wanted to
i’ve cried out on imagining a distant ship smoke on the horizon
and my lips moved but you couldn’t hear what i was saying
I couldn't explain and you didn’t understand
and now I feel I have become numb, comfortably numb

(p.s- blended a bit with comfortably numb by pink floyd at the end)

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I'm a painting that doesn't fit in your frames.

A miscoloured rainbow the sun can't bind.

I terrify you, don't I?

Author's not: there or there might not be continuation to it, how do you precieve the concept?

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Mental slaves

Yesh , yeh I am having hallucinations.
Let's now have some communication .
To west stations to east stations.
It's like a military operation .
They brainwash you by their silly education.
So it's a war of information.
You are slave like it's their implications.
It's happening in every station.
Corruption and their organisation.
Let's do some foundation.
Yesh , it's a innovation .
Let's fill the applications for revolution.

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Celebrating her Day!

She let him make a choice for her from some
He admired her happiness and made one
To celebrate and be loved for her was the day
He should've let her choose the way of his day

There were turn of events he didn't like
But he witnessed within her the real pride
The color of baloons and her dress rhymed
It was 1st time he showed care without taking any time.

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Though they make love their life,
But after sometime they destroy it themselves,
Though they make too many promises,
But for sometimes either they destroy their love or themselves..
#review #brokenemotions

Am new here, writing makes me feel good. I want to be more efficient in this. In a wish to get help...

#micropoetry
I feel like expectations do hurt,
Be it in love, hate or flirt,
Be it finding peace at a place full of others,
Or finding someone own in a desert...
#review #B

knew, one day
you would be lost
in your world,
still would reveal
a soul,
through the ages
passed,
would wait for you..
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She stays up with the late night sky.
She listens to all my chaotic thoughts
On repeat, as if they are her favourite songs.
She knows all my secrets,
She knows all my regrets,
Everything I whelve.
She knows when I'm at peace and when I'm overwhelmed.
Each night that I stay awake
Wondering about something that doesn't make sense
I look up and I see her looking at me
Through her distant, pale, glowing eyes.
And I realise
The moon is an insomniac just like me.

Sometimes we want stranger,
to be the dearest,
b'cause dear one becomes stranger.
Sometimes we want fiction to be real,
b'cause reality becomes cruel.
Sometimes we want to be hostile,
because someday our sentiments
had got burned, which were so fragile
Sometimes we want to try something
we had dreamt since long,
b'cause we had pretended, we had no dreams..
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Am a loser

Born to live a life of freedom.
A life of love, a life of wisdom.
Born to fight, born to see the beauty of harmony.
Taught to hate, taught to curse.
Taught to please everybody else. Expectations drive me crazy.
Don't even know myself except what I must be.
To be the perfect daughter.
To be the perfect son.
Not the fucked up loser that I am.
But I like being a loser
I like being me.
If fact that is all there is.
That is all I can see.
If being a loser means.
Not following the crowd.
Not playing by the rules.
Not making you proud.
Hell yeah! I am a loser
The biggest loser of them all.
You're missing the pictures.
You're missing them all
I am born to play the game by my rules to find freedom.
And to seek the truth.
So tell me are you a loser too?
If you are, you should be proud of you.
#poetry #k #review

Dreams Of A Day Dreamer

"Stop day dreaming, Ayesha!", the teacher throws a chalk towards Ayesha , which hit exactly at her forehead, startling her and bringing her back from her dreamland. The teachers would often find her lost in her own thoughts during classes and lectures. Little did they knew what was going on in that brain, how she enjoyed being in that dreamland of hers, where there was no one seizing away her happiness-just her and her thoughts. A daydreamer is often termed as a dumb person by a teacher, someone who has no idea of the real world. But it didn't bother Ayesha at all! Only she knew how beautiful her dreams were- how she dreamt of being more than just one person- sometimes a space traveller, sometimes a magician and sometimes just a simple girl. But what was common in all these imagination was that she was happy in all of them. The happiness that she could never achieve in all these 17 years of her life. So she preferred to stay in her dreamland, where her skin didn't bear the cut marks made by the blade she kept in her pencil box.

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Was I always like this?
No.
I created this while dreaming,
In a corner alone,
Along with people,
People who pushed me away,
It's not a part of me since eternity.

I made color of light to go,
Black, blind, bleak.
I'm nyctophilic,
I find solace in darkness.

Now I have insecurities,
Of the spring you bring,
In my empty space.
But it's too late,
I tried to push it too,
But light went through me,
The brightness of you,
Comforting warmth,
You come up with,
Unknowingly,
In my dark empty voyage,
Embracing the light of you,
Left my world behind.

I'm scared,
Of the lightness,
By the time you will get this,
I might be long gone,
In my dream darkness.
I don't have courage to run,
But I'm,
Because I feel,
Pushing revives the dying.
Dying dream, while awake.

What I'm running for,
Darkness or lightness?
Am I afraid of darkness,
Or of the light to pass me by?
Is darkness so bad?
Would this be?
Heard that light exists,
Even with darkness.
Will you be?

#review #random #darkness
P.S I'm new in writing.

• As the night arrives,
And the silence prevails,
Your thoughts come pushing in,
Asking me to check in,
Failing to push these wants away,
Engaging myself in other ways,
Stuck in an endless bend,
Find me its end.


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Tale Of The Journey home (1)

O century dawn
Weary of times long gone
I shall arrive home,journey done
Blessed dust on my feet
I beseech you to sit
Below this net of glowing lights
Where stoned flames burn bright
Weep not as I tell of the one gone past
Silence the fool and his talking drum
That beckons every other one,come
Empty the gourd and burn the snuff
Clog the streams for you will need enough
-inspo_art


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We believe tomorrow
will be better than today.
but we end up looking
at our past which find
us more beautiful than
our present.
Instead of
planning beautiful future
or
Instead of
seeing beautiful past,
why we can't
make us content,
with our present,
pretending it beautiful?
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A little something to motivate you in lockdown.


You're the blossom of the spring,
the fall of the autumn.
You're the crisp winter air
and nostalgic summer breeze.
You're the rose that dares to be bold.
You're the happy marigold.
You're a cold babbling brook,
a wide open ocean.
You're the soft snowfall.
You're the magnificent tree standing so tall.
But above all,
you're the light of a million stars.
You are the universe.

She had a gregarious nature,
Trusted her with closed eyes and open heart,
Was knackered explaining her to be safe and cautious,
Requested to hold on and discuss pancea ,
Where as she waved me final good bye and
I mettle towards life with a lesson learnt..


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#Thought

How can I define things like no one has defined?
Am i really a poet or a man lost in time?
How am I supposed to word the intangible and tangible alike?
Am I a painter of words, an artistic saint of rhyme?
I search for the meaning of life in words,
though the words always seems to fail to define.
What the truth of life is and what is a life?
Aren't words made of same thing, those sacred binds,
Am I blindsided by my mind or am I seeing the world in new light?
Am I really a poet or a man lost in time?

#tm #poetry #review #everyone

it's morning, day after yesterday, it happened. My windows wide open, i could see the rays of the sun falling on me. It's 9:45 and I am lying on my bed , thinking and thinking and thinking and wait whatt?

"Jerry! Jerry! I have been calling you since yesterday, why aren't you picking it up" sasha exclaimed.

"What happened" i asked as i saw her deep stressed and sweaty eyes.

" She! She! Her brother called mike, said..said he couldn't find her anywhere. Her belongings were missing too!!!"

I was shocked, wore my glasses, jumped up from my bed and questioned - "whaaat!! Wheenn!! Wheeere!! How!! Why!! Jesus what the hell??"

" I don't know, police is still in search for her, I don't know what to do. I am soo scared I..I..I didn't do it, I...I...don't know, jerry promise we will find her, NOO!! WE HAVE TO FIND HER!!!, I didn't wanna hurt her, Jerry Please!!!!!" Tears started dropping out of her eyes and her hands were trembling from fear.

I can't see her broken, i wore my sneakers, grabbed my keys and said
" Shhh!! Shhh!! Shhh!! Sash!, i know you are scared as much as I am, but we can't find her with broken hearts. CALM DOWN Sash!!, Sash! I will do anything, annyything to find her. I promise sash!! I promise. Just don't cry, please!! Please!!. I know u can do it for me, do you??. I am going to ask the police officers, then we both are going to the Smith's, OKAYYYY, calm down sash!! Calm down. I m with ya"

Tears went through my collar as i hugged her, i can hear her brain screaming for her, screaming for help. Tired of all this. I grabbed her and drove towards the station.

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I saw the world
But never learn something
See the peoples habit
Do nothing
Is it right for me
To say, something people
People habit can't change
They change according to people
Why are you waiting
Still, you're innocent
Don't behave as like other people
You are unique accept it
#everyone #review #poetry
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PHILOSOPHY OF PAINPHILOSOPHY OF PAIN

“With my beloved I play the game of love.
If I win, he is mine.
If I lose, I am his.”

– Amir Khusrau

“people always talk about the investment of emotions.” he said and looked at me for a response so that he can continue with his newly introduced topic.
“Yes they do, indeed” I said with my greatest affirmative gesture.
“So how do they do that?” he wasn’t curious at all when he asked that. He just want me to expose my business secrets! Played well.
“Basically or primitively homo sapiens are selfish. They haven’t given even a bone of freshly hunted buffalo to someone for free. They have always attached a condition along with it. It can be anything. A gesture of sisterhood that can be useful in the future when your tribe is attacked by a wildfire, another tribe or famine. We don’t do anything to anyone for free. Even philanthropists do it for their worshiped kindness; or for their own mental satisfaction. See nobody can stay away from the selfishness. That’s something deeply scribbled in our DNA.” I stopped.
“so?”
“Love is an act of supreme selfishness. Nobody was selfless in love – alive or dead. Everyone has a well established plan in love. They are simply executing it when day passes. It’s like a war. You are entering in to the forefront with a bunch of tactics. You know there will be bloodshed. And you are there to protect yourself from the attack. See, nobody wants to be hurt in this battle. Or you can be less hurt than the other party. The less you hurt the more you win, like any other war.”
“But the structure has significantly changed over the years”
“Yes it did. The war became business in the modern world. But the primitive principle remains as the same – less investment, less lose. the person with rickety tactics will fail for sure. It’s a game of emotions. If you want to pull off, you need to give your best shot when the situation demands, like buying or selling a stock in the stock market. It is all about the timing.”
“But still we are the people who invested more, always”
“Rickety tactics! Knowledge will not save you. If it does, I would have been a millionaire who play with profit.”
“Equal investment would work” He said bluntly.
“In love – the problem is – you will never know that your business is no longer your business. Sometimes the other party buys everything from you at least a one percentage of share just to make you unequal at the end. But you will never know until you hit a rock bottom.”
“Everyone needs profit” He was disappointed by the capitalist model of love economy.
“No. When you love someone, you know from somewhere that this person can cause pain too. We are afraid of abysmal pain. That is the reason of our infidelity. So people choose less pain. Pain has always played a minimalistic philosophy- less is more; and unbearable.”
“Less pain it is”
“Less pain and no gain it is”
“I would love to live with a collapsed business empire then”
“Like every overrated love story?”
“Like every overrated love story” he echoed, and turned to me “what will you say to your business partner next time?”
“With my beloved I play the game of love. If I win, he is mine. If I lose, I am his.” Amir Khusrau answered his question.
“Fair game!”
“Fair game it is” I echoed and we chuckled!

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