Love - Lorn

Amidst the sprinkling rains and mist,
Shivering in the chilling wind and breeze,
In the vast Meadows and sitting on the grass,
A lad in his teens comes into the emptiness,

He sits under a tree and a lot does he shiver,
Those rags more damped with the wind more cruel,
The sun lost in cloudsand the gloom takes over,



But none does he see, neither does he feel,
Pondering over some random thoughts, he smiles under his knees.

With distant train horns, trespassing into his silence, he wakes up from his thoughts and heads into the mainland,

With a mindful of sorrows and a heart shattered so fine,
He comes to his vill, buries love inside too deep.

Once upon a pair, now he stands left alone
Waiting for his sweetheart, a poor love-lorn.

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Chase me.

My soul is made of flames, seek warmth in me but never think of touching the fire
Red flames hungry to eat you but you still admire
I'm everywhere until you're close then I'm nowhere to be found
I keep running away from warmth and i love being chased around
Nobody owns me
I don't even own myself, my selves own me
You might think you finally got a hold of me
but I'll fade from between your fingers even if your grip is tight
So far way all you can do is stare at me like the stars of the night
I might be everything you see, surround your whole being
But you might be just hallucinating
Catch my scent in every place
Mind clouded of my blurry face
Search for me in the depths of the sea and the endless space
Darling that'll be our never ending race
Because I love to fly free and you like to chase
#anotheralaska

The Cursed Bookmark
#Abhijit #review
It was the 1990s

The library was silent as usual
Every thing was ordinary and casual
I went for the bookrack in search of my novel
It had a bookmark inside, everything was hand written and colossal

The novel was old, some pages torn
But it had been stuck again by someone unknown
On the bookmark a message was written
It was about life’s will to destroy what was beautiful once, now ugly and forgotten.

I started reading the book, tried to immerse deep and enjoy it
But my thoughts were occupied by the message inside
The hand written message had me in a conundrum
I wrote a message for that person
Asking the name and reason of writing such a message
Without thinking of the outcome

I kept the book in the bookshelf
In hope for an appropriate reply
And to my surprise I got one
It was an invitation to meet that person face to face
I was happy to comply

It was a café beside a railway station
I waited till evening
To my anguish the person never appeared
Keeping me in delusion

When I was leaving, I had a vary feeling
A feeling of been watched, being judged
As I entered my train. I noticed that I was all alone
Then a station came I went outside
I got astonished by the eerie silence shrilling through my bone

I started to run Panicking
I started to fear the unknown
I saw a paper flying towards me
It was the bookmark; I saw it clear
It fell before me. I went to pick it up
I fainted then and there.

I was then woken by the librarian
Was this all a dream, I question?
Then a bookmark was given to me by the librarian, the devil, the unknown
Taking my soul in return.

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GAINING A LOST GEM

Though....mistakes were made,
behaviour was changed,
tone was rude,
and so was the attitude!!

We fought and blocked and....
unblocked and again fought;
until one day realization took over
and stupidity was felt.

Indeed, we were fighting but for no worthy reason.
We were avoiding for eternal seasons....

Guilt was blaming the past as well as childishness
but still guilt was there for losing a person
kept so well!!!

Was it ego keeping away from texting a "hello"?
or was it the guilt scared to be humiliated??

Whatever it was,
destiny knew how to tie the knot!

So... here we are...again....with those friendly talks!!

Wise enough to accept the mistake
and kind enough to forgive the past.

We chatter again like those good old days forgetting the scars!!!

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Chase me.

My soul is made of flames, seek warmth in me but never think of touching the fire
Red flames hungry to eat you but you still admire
I'm everywhere until you're close then I'm nowhere to be found
I keep running away from warmth and i love being chased around
Nobody owns me
I don't even own myself, my selves own me
You might think you finally got a hold of me
but I'll fade from between your fingers even if your grip is tight
So far way all you can do is stare at me like the stars of the night
I might be everything you see, surround your whole being
But you might be just hallucinating
Catch my scent in every place
Mind clouded of my blurry face
Search for me in the depths of the sea and the endless space
Darling that'll be our never ending race
Because I love to fly free and you like to chase
#anotheralaska

She is burning
She is fire
A tale never ending
Of endless desire

All the pain
Stored in her heart
Made her insane
Was tearing her apart

She was hundred letters
Now called as ash
She was a glass that shatters
With a thunddering smash

All the melancholy
Made it's way
Found a gully
To camouflage dismay

She was a rose
Protected by thorn
But she never rose
To fill her forlorn

Demons of chauvinism
Broke her pride
Fake display heroism
Shoved her aside

She was a freebird
With desire to reach height
She was a beautiful word
Penned with all might

People snatched her peace
Was forced to give up
All threads of her ease
Were then pulled up

She was a tale of hope
Now a saddening novel
She was tied with rope
Of popular disaproval

Grief they gave
To her endless
Made her slave
Of judgment reckless

She was a daring dreamer
Now burning in reality
She was a believer
Now victim of vanity

They made her resilient
By breaking her times
But her heart jubilant
Now no longer rhymes

She still breathes
But now in flames
She has a world beneath
Those saddening games.

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Title: A teardrop's tale.

A tethered heart,
that couldn't bear it anymore,
too broken to control itself,
too damaged, too sore.

This was my birthplace,
but since the heart couldn't cry,
I saw the world through someone's eyes,
before it was a goodbye.

I don't know what broke this person,
but she was broken, very bad.
The feelings written on her face,
couldn't be justified by the word sad.

I rolled down those eyes,
on the floor I fell down,
slowly, very slowly,
I evaporated on my own.

When I became a cloud,
and fell down as rain,
I healed another broken heart,
maybe, I ended its pain.

SILENCE REALLY EXISTS?

In a strident world
silence is valuable
as the purest gold.

Rare in the outward,
it's abounding deep inside
of the conscious minds.

The poets carry
deeply into themselves the
still joy of their soul.

The silence is the
most powerful internal
source of bliss and grace.

Further, it helps us
to find purpose, peace and keep
faith in the unknown.

Meditation links
self with its interior
inmost quietness.

Through the silence be
aware of bitter feelings
just to let them go.

Listen to the voice
of silence is like hearing
the soul whispering.

Practice the silence
and bring more light into your
finite existence.

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Let the blue erase the blues, let the dark embosom the darkness.

Let the white inked black.

Let the fall whirl into thin air.

Author note: this is picture prompted.

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I am everywhere, every corners of the world.
I laugh everyday and weep everynight,
I blow with wind and fall with leaves
and I stood tall in the Hallow caves.
I cherish with rich and cry with poor.
I prey lambs and preyed by hyenas,
like a virtuous soul with immoral skeleton,
Remember me once and forget me forever
because I am complete with myself with Nothingness

Sry lad's if this doesn't make any sense
#Noob, 1 st try

She is burning
She is fire
A tale never ending
Of endless desire

All the pain
Stored in her heart
Made her insane
Was tearing her apart

She was hundred letters
Now called as ash
She was a glass that shatters
With a thunddering smash

All the melancholy
Made it's way
Found a gully
To camouflage dismay

She was a rose
Protected by thorn
But she never rose
To fill her forlorn

Demons of chauvinism
Broke her pride
Fake display heroism
Shoved her aside

She was a freebird
With desire to reach height
She was a beautiful word
Penned with all might

People snatched her peace
Was forced to give up
All threads of her ease
Were then pulled up

She was a tale of hope
Now a saddening novel
She was tied with rope
Of popular disaproval

Grief they gave
To her endless
Made her slave
Of judgment reckless

She was a daring dreamer
Now burning in reality
She was a believer
Now victim of vanity

They made her resilient
By breaking her times
But her heart jubilant
Now no longer rhymes

She still breathes
But now in flames
She has a world beneath
Those saddening games

#Anchal #review

So lets just look up at the stars
and hope for a better day
lets take an inspitation from them
and shine like them even when in dark
so lets just look up at the stars and not on the scars

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CHRISTMAS TIME

In childhood, there is the magic of Santa Claus.
Families gather to follow traditions,
the hearts brimming good feelings and joyfulness.
Yet, children have no idea of what was to come
ahead, and naturally, simply they know how
to enjoy the here and now.

The festive spirit fills the air even if you're not
exuding the cheer others expect. Like the wind,
the message that you are there to celebrate is everywhere.
As the sun shines every day, to be visibly smiley is
a requirement. Do not end up forced to feel cheerful at
all costs. To be reflective doesn't mean being sad.

Take time to reflect on how you feel. Take time
to contemplate nature, and you'll see that even
on a beautiful sunny day, not all birds are singing,
not all plants in a garden are blooming together.
No matter if it is summertime, some days will be
dark and rainy while the sun is hidden behind the clouds.

Although it seems to be a happy time for everyone,
at times what is really shown hardly ever is the same as what
is being felt. Most people live simply stuck to customs
without giving themselves a chance to reflect on their
true deep feelings. They go through life like stumps
that go down adrift in the currents of a raging river.

The Earth cries out to humanity to respect its rhythm and
men insist on imposing their own terms. Get in the mood of
Christmas to gather with the loved ones, not only to give
and receive gifts but also to allow yourself to turn inward
to feel your own emotions, to hear the voice of the silence.
Why wait for Christmas Day to celebrate life?

Live each day of life as if it was the last one. Wake up
every day and be brave enough to cling and accept a
humble position like the moss. Create your own roots
to be able to yield to storms, and yet grow robust like the tree.
That way one can weather life like a rock. Despite the sun
burn, there are leaf shadows everywhere. Just be yourself!

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Metamorphosis

It is not dark, but grey
Where I’m living all the time,
Light isn’t clear like glass
This covers with mist in wind.
Walls are too close
Still don’t know what is behind
Walking too much to get out
Even never thought what to find,
Now I come to know this is loop
What I’m chasing all the time.

This is not the whole true
Not a lie of my mind,
The complicated thing is that
I never really wished to escape.
Because I’m too scared,
Scared to leave all my people behind
Fear of never returning,
A terror of betraying.
I know these are the line of a loser
Even if I know I’m capable to more.

But things are subject to grow,
See the lights escaping dark hole
And my wings too have grown up
Itching to fly high and learn more.
This space is too small for me now
I need to break this eggshell on my own,
I know this will be hard to leave
But Neverland is waiting for me,
This is something everyone will face
And this is my metamorphosis…
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Title : My Dreams.
Do your dreams are like mine?
Like you are trying to run but you crine.
Like you are above mountain between two vale,
and try to hold yourself upright between them.
Like you are falling from a pile,
and there's no hand for you to detain.
Like you are all alone somehow,
and there's nobody for you to sustain.
Like a place where you visited so many times,
But not in real life, in your dream and you only fantasize .
Like you are too late for something,
though, how much punctual you are in factual.
Like you get buried under your own weight.
Like you have no idea how to evaporate,
But you do, cuz it's your dream.
You can bend it in whatever the way you desire.
I fly in my dream but only little above.
I don't know how but I want to fly high like a dove.
I have seen many faces in my dreams,
and also the one which I never seen.
I used to fantasize something at that level,
where I get hallucinated, and see anything at my bevel.
Aren't you all the part of my dream?
and someday I'll wake up by some ranting alarm.
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Title : My strength
Surfing on the low and high tides,
Down by the sea my angel resides.
Waving her hands while looking at me,
Adorable smile of hers fills me with glee.

Climbing on a mountain high,
Staring at the clear blue sky.
Gives me her hands and pulls me to the top,
Loving her is something which I can't stop.

Stuck in a terrible hailstorm,
Looking for someone who keeps me warm.
Across the road my love appears,
And within a while the threat disappears.

Defeated and lying injured on the battleground,
Looking for my girl all around.
Held my hands and puts my head on her lap,
Protects me from falling into any further trap.

Together we live and together we believe,
We'll make it through,no matter what the problems that we receive.
Just promise to me that u won't ever leave,
You're the one whom I love to cleave.
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CHRISTMAS TIME

In childhood, there is the magic of Santa Claus.
Families gather to follow traditions,
the hearts brimming good feelings and joyfulness.
Yet, children have no idea of what was to come
ahead, and naturally, simply they know how
to enjoy the here and now.

The festive spirit fills the air even if you're not
exuding the cheer others expect. Like the wind,
the message that you are there to celebrate is everywhere.
As the sun shines every day, to be visibly smiley is
a requirement. Do not end up forced to feel cheerful at
all costs. To be reflective doesn't mean being sad.

Take time to reflect on how you feel. Take time
to contemplate nature, and you'll see that even
on a beautiful sunny day, not all birds are singing,
not all plants in a garden are blooming together.
No matter if it is summertime, some days will be
dark and rainy while the sun is hidden behind the clouds.

Although it seems to be a happy time for everyone,
at times what is really shown hardly ever is the same as what
is being felt. Most people live simply stuck to customs
without giving themselves a chance to reflect on their
true deep feelings. They go through life like stumps
that go down adrift in the currents of a raging river.

The Earth cries out to humanity to respect its rhythm and
men insist on imposing their own terms. Get in the mood of
Christmas to gather with the loved ones, not only to give
and receive gifts but also to allow yourself to turn inward
to feel your own emotions, to hear the voice of the silence.
Why wait for Christmas Day to celebrate life?

Live each day of life as if it was the last one. Wake up
every day and be brave enough to cling and accept a
humble position like the moss. Create your own roots
to be able to yield to storms, and yet grow robust like the tree.
That way one can weather life like a rock. Despite the sun
burn, there are leaf shadows everywhere. Just be yourself!

#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry

The Man In The Corner:
Happy looks the man
Who is scarred inside
But all he is doing is recall
Of the non-annihilated thoughts of his mind;
What you know is he smiles
What you don’t that he cries
Nonetheless he strives
To regain the happy smile;
Fails to hide his face
In front of the crying mirror
But walks towards the light
With mind full of fear and terror;
Look carefully towards the corner of the room
You’ll see a man with some liquor consumed
Is crying for his fate and the love he lost
Searching for a mistake
For which all this cost;
I wonder how his tears and sorrows
Wash his cheerful looks away
And from earth none can borrow
A lovely pilgrim for a day;
Lonely is the man
And deserted is his shoulder
With no one to breathe for and no one to live
His emotions have now turned colder;
Tears befit his lonely hours
Tears of sorrow may now fall
With no amigos to call
Nor parents to struggle-to-live for;
Now he is dead inside
With ashes that wit hide
He loves the sound of silence worthwhile
But never forgets to smile.
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Past!
The awful part of life.
It's very susceptible to assert to shirk it,
It's very arduous to subtract it!

Relinquishing own self-esteem with juncture
Conviction in oneself is repudiated
Subsisting vitality based on other's deliberation
When I glare in the mirror
Discover me with imperfections of deception
Recalling those torments
Memorizing those insults
I forfeited my own-self!

The suspicion of insecurity, galloping through my psyche,
My intellect is full of revolutions
I glimpse into myself
Helpless to find answers,
Who I am?
What's the goal of my life?
Evolving my foe with time.

It's very gullible to evaluate anyone
It's very susceptible torment anyone
No one overlooks your trauma
No one can discern how broken you are in life
I am sporadic into chunks
These erratic chunks cant be jolted again!

Striving to shirk everything
Struggling to exonerate everyone
Endeavoring to forget plaguing remembrances
Aiming to start a new life
But my spirit knows it's impossible!

Past has evolved part of my life,
Past cant be altered
We can rectify the present life
We are trustworthy for our own choices.
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Hope
#review #Abhijit
Hope was the past
Hope is the present
Hope will be the future
Hope is what ties us together

It is strange how we believe in such a phenomenon
Its existence is not proven but we still act on
Its strange how we bury the days that are gone
But still look for its future in forlorn

The dilemma that is hope, a surprising one
It makes us walk towards the horizon
But leaves us at the sandy shores
For the sunset or dawn

Through hope one can achieve the heights of the sky
Also, through hope one can measure the depths of the future lies
Its hope that carries us forward or backward
But never leaves our side.

Hope is like truth in disguise
Hope is like a wall
If you climb well you will rise
If you stumble you will fall

Hope wisely

THIS CHRISTMAS I WILL SPEND WITH SOMEONE SPECIAL

A person I have learned to admire
and to cohabit. Together we have built a deep relationship
full of complicities. Sometimes, we disagree but
it's a temporary thing.

We like listening to the silence and nature is our biggest
inspiration. We know one should live one day
at a time. Every morning we receive a blank sheet to write another chapter of our lives on it.

We have already written many pages, some are better
forgetten and others should just be turned, the most special ones
are stored in our memories and many others are still
to be written. And like this we are leaving our marks.

Every day we try to do what we think is
right, we do our best and avoid shortcuts.
Our motto is to be a little bit better every day
and never give up dreaming. We live intensely!

We have the Universe as our spiritual guide and with it
we have learned that the best gift one has ever received was
the divine breath that allows us to wake up every day,
breathe, celebrate life, and thank for another day.

We reborn every morning as the sun rises
on the horizon, majestic and determined to shine, even
when the clouds hide its brightness. It never backs up.
December 25 will be no different, just a new rebirth.

I WILL SPEND CHRISTMAS WITH ME! AND YOU?

Celebrate your Christmas and CELEBRATE LIFE every day!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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