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A normal happy life
Little joys and peace
Thats what i want, silly
That calm soothing breeze

Those fun times
Giggles after falling
Funny stupid games
That i dream every morning

I want them to come true
For once i want to live
A life without worry, i drew
A vivid picture to keep alive

Myself, and the memories
of bright light days
To keep myself going, series
Of escape dreams paved ways

I found my peace there
Yet i long for it to never end
I want the time to stop here
Right when the bliss pretend

To exist, in that moment
When everything is perfect
When everyone is at their best
When there is no place for torment

Dear Time, freeze and take a break
For eternity, let me collect some
Specks of happiness before wreak
Ruins everything, let me be at home

Home, promised place
Of growth and comfort
Sacred space of ease
Come forth ! Come forth!

Not ginornous castle
I asked for a little love
Was it too wishful hustle?
Or my plea! My prayers too slow?

One normal happy day
Of love and laughter
Without inflicting (pain) decay
And Unlike fairytale everafter

Its not an exorbitant ruse
Nor Unfathomable task
Where art thou muse?
Is it too much to ask?

These nights

I hope sleep find its way,
Before my thoughts destroy me,
Exhausted feelings and emotions will make,
These nights more scary.

There was a nights in moon light,
where we are sleeping peacefully,
Why this artificial lights making,
These nights more terrible.

In the war of mind and heart,
Sleep is just a pawn,
Where heart and mind will never win the war,but
These nights witness as spectators.

S NAVEEN
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In Love With Death

I am crying to release myself
From the shackles of death;
My tears are turning into vapors
Against my warm cheeks
That are burning because of
The salt in my oozing sweat.
I am barely able to take a step;
And yet I am pushed to walk
To feel the bruising pain of
The fetters around my ankles.

Holding an old and rusty cup
Of a few gulps of dirty water,
And walking with clumsy steps,
With my hands inside the cuffs:
Which are designed such that
The fingers turn hard and stiff;
They cannot clasp anything
Except for heavy rocks of burden.
After a lifetime of carrying them
I am thrown in a deserted land
Like an unfed defenseless animal.
My mouth is parched of thirst,
And I cannot even bring the cup
To my lips as it cuts my wrists
That will make me bleed to death.

I want to take a few breaths
To live a few moments more,
Even in this dying hope
To get a glimpse of you.
Because you know my darling,
You are worth dying for.
Even a hazy memory of you
Adds a drop of life in me.

It is time; I surrender to death
By getting fed into the inferno.
I shout and scream for mercy;
My screeching throat tears open
Until it exudes tiny drops of blood;
But they are vaporized instantly
Due to the blaze of the raging fire.
But something flashed before my eyes
A moment before my last breath;
Then I smiled and embraced my end.

With you always by my side,
I was never left alone!
You were my guardian angel.
So I was not unfortunate after all:
To have no bonds, no memories,
No sorrows, no joys, no love -
A life without struggles or feelings!
If I had absolutely nothing to lose,
I would have left empty-handed
With nothing to leave behind,
Except for loneliness and regret.
Instead, I realized how lucky I was:
With my share of love and joy,
I had something precious to lose,
Something which I left behind;
That made my life worth living.

© Amit Herlekar

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Title : Sorry, Panache

I don't think you'll ever trust me or talk to me again.
All my attempts to apologize will go in vain.
These feelings of my heavy hearted guilt.
Will now make me unbend my emotional tilt.

But I wonder even if I fix myself..
Will that day ever come when you'll revisit my shelf?
That day when you'll unblock me and send..
"Hey Phoenix, you're still my friend."

pitch-dark nights/

by authur michael tupu

I sit under trees sketching
the things that could've been
on the black and white canvas
five light years away.

you jog my memory,
to a place I once knew,
and whisper whistles
in the pitch dark,

of stabbing words winding
down my chest chirping
gurgling sounds that
reverberate 'round
the weeping chest.

a chest-
of empty drawers drawn
silhouettes hollowing out
everything I once knew,
I'm beginning to hate even
the beautiful things.

you whisper out
whirling songs waving
at mosaics and frescoes
fuming in situ for-ever
because they couldn't dance

but I enjoy, I actually do—
for a little while when
you're caliginous, when
the twigs and sprigs dance,

moving in sync with the world,
the sky and the oceans,
and yet two things
remain unbothered
—peace and silence.
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Deadly hunger

I have seen that one person begged,
Other person insulted his fellow being,
And the other person cried for his condition.

I have seen people selling their body,
I have seen one died, and
Other inviting the death.

I have seen one in misery,
Other fighting to end the misery,
And other mentally broke down in it.

I have seen the starvation of children,
I have seen men working hard, and
The old seeking for help.

I have seen false promises of politicians,
Flop ideas of business men,
Which told to end hunger and poverty.

Hunger, a six letters word,
Running the world with ruthless,
Where it has no permanent end.

S NAVEEN
23-06-2022
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I asked !
Why are you breaking my heart into pieces ?
She replied !
I will make a big monument from the broken pieces of your heart ,
I asked !
why will you make a monument from the pieces of my broken heart ?
She replied !
Because it is the symbol of unconditional love ,
I asked !
Then why you wanna break it ?
She replied !
As , i wanna share this infinite love with whole world ,

© Ch.Irfan .

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So one high college student decided to find a virgin girl and.. Marry her. One summer day he walks around the campus and catches a glimpse of wonderful young lady not far from him. "Hi whats up? Everything's fine. What's your name cute babe? My name's Alice. Are you a virgin, Alice? No. Why should I be? Ok, ok, he decides to visit a public school and at the doorstep be notices a pretty little chick with an angel smile. Hi, little chick ! How are you doing? Am doing well. What's your name? Alice. Hmmmmm. Are you a virgin? Are you mad, dude? Of cause not! The dissapointed fellow travels further and visits middle classes and then he visits primary classes but the output is always the same: all girls bear the name of Alice and all of them are not perfect already. The disappointed dude finally decides to try his luck in a kindergarten. Now he strolls around the premises and catches a look of nice blonde smiling baby. Look baby, he says, how old are you ? I am 5 sir. Hm, and whats your name pretty child ? I am Alice sir! Now the student completely looses his temper. He starts jumping and yelling, screaming curses and threats, the kid looks frightened and about to cry. O tempora, o mores! , he yells, such a little child, such an innocent little kid, and she is already an ALICE !!!!!
Andy Ronzhin
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Out of place
Out of pictures
I know you're put off
It's for many, i guess
It's quite funny by the window
As i reached
In the pencil case, is a letter erased
Covering up, my metamorphosis
Is Sui generis, don't even know the fuck that means
It leaves stains on tissues, holding and covering my eyes sometimes
Overdramatic loser
As i hold my breath forever sometimes
It's not gone
I'm serious, i may be frustrated
Writing same lines over and over
I keep a ciggerate lit pressed on my shoulder
Burning flesh like that time i saw two dead bodies covered in grease lifted over
Burned in electric oven
As their ashes rises somewhere
I don't believe in heaven
So it might mix into the water that i drink
I mean, it's filtered
My flesh burn elapsed several days
A rebellious naive act
Young age to blame
I'm still young
Just trying a little harder
As this time i fall from life
I might never start over
Now you know why
Yea?
Your dreamy eyes catches off guard
Like i know you want me unravel goodness
In me
I know you don't exist but still
The question lingers, is it even a question
Not good at much of anything off of the list
And somewhere i know ain't gonna be missed, So
Let me pullover some more the blanket
I'm lost, i guess
Alone and i trek between the foggy mountains
Spiralling inside the fog
My own self mythologies
Of Gods and ambitions
Surface out on the unconcerned eyes
I know you don't care
Bamboozled by electricity
I might sing this lullaby out in the lamppost
Lighten road, screaming out of my life
And there's somehow an Ad Nauseam
Certainly Rippling through your empty hallroom space
How about address every wrongs i've done
Or how about change all of me
Present myself for you to see
I can't even get my ass to college
It's a drag
How my god has made me
Is it even possible to come out
Come home
Where the house is broken
Polyphony of silence and creepy smile masks
It's just life
We drift past our abuses
We drift past the betrayals
Cause it's not good standard civil standing
Said probably by Uncle Sam
But my digression has a point
As Chocolate cake covered with more chocolate tastes nice, you were there that day, in real, in flesh, just my ego drunk like an alcoholic mess, and after then
It clicked
Love happens in seconds
And hop into the bed
It's maximum loving you wanna try.
Just kidding
It's a joke
Clock's swirling upon the rotting past unknown
And ugly?
Well i am your guy
This thing is too long
And i might be too gone
But make it last the beloved ones on your arms
Till it sinking inevitable loss
And gone
Like a ash somewhere
Possibly in my glass of water
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Why am i so addled, i seek retort through this creation.
Can't understand a thing, anymore. I just need Salvation
What am i gonna gain, if anything, why do i need revelation.
I do just fine without mass, getting back to isolation?
Why is it so important, why look for identification?
Is it the curiosity or the fear of seperation?
There is inspiration, there is recreation, there is manipulation, sensation, violation & frustration but is there anything that's necessary? Is there any elevation?
I know it bothers none but please, tell me, where am i heading to, what is my destination?

#Snowy #review

I often loved the idea
of sitting in a corner,
folded like a fatherless kid,
befriending the wrong spiders

then I learnt to love
my white fragrance,
quoted in black,
in a colorful wilderness,
lonely like an undiscovered tulip

but now,
I cage my unbridled emotions,
in words,
befriending assonance,
together hiding in metaphors,
holding quills like a father's thumb

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The soul bleeds
The hearts what it wants
But that it can't get
So it tears crimson
Offered it did
All the light it had
For granted it was taken
Now dark it's turning
And no one to save it
As in murky waters it sinks
Drawn downwards by the heavy pain
The soul bleeds for the heart
The mind is has been holding both
For the heart and the soul it links
But it too is exhausted
It sleeps
It slips
If you blink
It will sink
And then
The end will come
That when
All will be in harm
The soul, the heart and the mind







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#thesoulbleeds

#doesthepainend

#weallneedsavingfromourselves

A disbeliever
Has over his eyelid another lid
Made of death,
Beyond which he sees nothing
But an endless darkness -
Like the one behind a closed eye.
Hence when warned of that
Which stands right before his nose
That is able to burn his foot
On taking another step
He tilts his head back
And his chest swells with pride
Feeling proud of his state
Of being blind
Of 'is inability to see the surroundin'
Behind death.
Should he heed the call
And be cured
He too would see
The purpose of life:
To climb back home -
The Garden of Eternity.


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!THE SUDDEN CHANGE !


Life has changed a lot since last time we met
Now everything thing is different ,
Yet whatever has happened will remain recurrent ,
Once I was the river through which you wanted to flow ,
But now I am the cactus which you wish not to grow,
At some point I was the reason of your smiling face ,
But now I am the cause of your disgrace ,

At some instant I was the happiness , you required ,
But now I am the sorrow, you never aspired
I wish to be your happiness again ,
I want those clouds once More to rain ,
I again desire to be your medicine for every pain ,

Eventually, like blood I want to flow through your vein ,
To force all hatred and misunderstandings to drain .

-CH.Irfan.

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Not in the recent past
I met a woman who is so proud, so profound.
She never looks down,
Always gaze upon the beyond.
Mesmerizing beauty and sharp as a knife,
Second to none;
Her dreams are higher than the sky,
Her words are deeper than the ocean,
Perfect in every way,She always smiles;
Her face shows how little she cares about the world.
But things weren’t so,
I didn’t know.
She dwell upon nothing,
I didn’t know a thing.
Losing herself to darkness,
She fell into an eternal slumber.
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I rushed down stairs. The wild energy around her was affecting me.
Not only affecting me but turning me into the perfect dumbass.
So I thought its good idea if I catch up with my buddy before a vapourising.

Reaching on the last step, I looked up at the direction of my room.

One second... What she is doing in my room? Rubbing the temple of my head, I dismiss all the cascading thoughts and marched towards the kitchen.

"Oww, Holy hell"  One second I was marching with my head held high and now I was embracing the pavement.

Wow just great. I haven't been this lucky in my whole life.

And suddenly I was showered with the God's grace.
And I don't think I like it.

"Sir...what are you doing on the floor" A very confused Lola, inquired with the bucket that she just emptied on me

"I'm kissing the floor, Lola" I replied politely, well my system is shaken now, especially the one which is responsible for my emotions and feelings.

"How did you fell ?" Vivek asked in very concerned voice, rushing to me.

"No Vivek sir he is not fallen, he is just kissing the floor" Lola beamed from somewhere and I didn't even had energy to facepalm.

" And why you are wet?" He inquired

" Ohh wow he talks " My lips formed in knowing smile, well it's more like a grin.
Actually I was just taunting him.
for turning my life upside down. A if it wasn't already.
"Yeah sir he talks very much and politely" She beamed again from somewhere and I couldn't do anything more than sighing

"Why you are wet? " Vivek asked again ignoring  Lola.
He is really good in ignoring people.
"It's God's grace in liquid form" I murmured, sinking my body in floor.

"No sir I just dropped water on him that I was using for cleaning" Stupid woman chirped again, it's better if she murders herself because I will do it brutally and she won't like it, I don't even need to say how ruthless I'm, That idiot doesn't know when to use her mouth and mind, but I'm not even sure if she has mind.


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White coated red

Don't think it didn't hurt

I smile, my life a facade

What is life of retaliation?

I move bruised, but time is my mender.



White coated blue

Empty within, life circling but straight i walk.

A map, a compass in hand

I look purposeful right?

Sights can be deceptive they say.

The great depression relived.


Beige on white

A door to a house

Beautiful isn't it?

Don't enter the glitter?

No gold, just everything old

Dead within, smiles of flowers in the spring.


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My mother

Blessed with all the might
To tolerate my naiveness
Blessed with all the courage
To withstand my mistakes
Amidst she stands with all the beauty
With all the light behind her eyes
She shows me the way
Though are beliefs aren't ever the same
Yet she acknowledges my vision
When I stumble upon in life
She has the weight to balance
Encountering all my questions away
Believe me or not she's the best in her way
No she isn't the very person
I'd remember in my toughest times
And despite all my dislikes
I believe she's the strongest woman
I'll ever meet in my life

The poetry to my love


Hello
This is the poetry to you
My love

Don’t know where you are
What you’re doing
Which one of the emotions you’re showing

But the wishes are so strong
The heart is beating fast
The word will never chang amongst

It’s though that
I can not stay by your side
Even couldn’t be connected with

Yet you always appears
In my mind
Hopefully as the way
I’m in yours.


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Algophobia

The poet draws
Writing on the hard surface with his claws
Blood spilling
Droplets thrown away like a knife to targets
Pleasure
Irrespective of the hurt in his paws
His actions a CPR to those who relates
Replaying the awful to paint a piece
Opening and patching up old wounds with mouthful of sweets
Comfortable
But higher comfortless proximity
He draws a blueprints to this complexity of life
A duality of personality in painters of reality
Shedding light on red memoirs stored in darkness of the head
A tickling from the light is the reason for his suicidal bloodshed.
Pleasure in pain
Nothing else to gain
The writer's BDSM campaign

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Exchange of poems

In this bizzare world
In the garden of loneliness
We found each other
Desperate to talk
Unable to walk
Stumble upon the trodden
Mumble words on the broaden
Neither uttering a word
Nor buttering the truth
We exchanged poems !!
Of happiness,sorrow, hope
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~visard11