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The world came to a standstill. The voices faded into the background. The commotion, so far yet so near, buzzed like a constant reminder. The cold atmosphere couldn't stop the freezing fingers from folding into a fist. The blood boiled under the surface like sand on the desert. The heart broke a little, and as pain seared through the veins, the eyes grew fiercely red. But, amidst all the chaos around, the angry fist, that embalmed with constant disappointment and anger, lay frozen as if someone was taming it; helplessness , it tamed it like a lion on a leash.
There comes a time when the words don't make sense, when the time is too fast and when we have lost our way. Floating in the imaginary bubble that someday, anytime now, a streak will hit us and then the whole world would change around us. But there is no such silver lining, as they have said there would be. Or perhaps few are just not worth it. Being lost is a trivial phenomenon we usually come across. The problem lies when we still float in that bubble of so called life will get back on track. It does, for some. But for the rest, it doesn't.
To all the people feeling lost, including me, in wait for that silver lining.
Writing is an emotion,
A expression burried
Deep within the words
The complex monopoly of soulful reveries.
A paintbrush and an empty canvas
Waiting to the etched,
Waiting for the soft brush strokes,
Waiting for that lost meaning
But what makes it special?
A meaning to voiceless expressions
Solace to the silent cries
Peace to the incessant screams.
A purpose to the lost self.
How do we disable attaching location ? What if I don't want to tag the location for some lettrs , what would I have to do ?
Staring into oblivion, life seems a distant memory. The present, a figmant of borrowed time. The past, a reminder of lost chances and misguided notions. The future, an epitome of irovy tower.
Confused, scared and lost I walk, alone this lovely road. It's not the destination, it's the journey that matters, they said. I don't know. I must have given up a long time ago, on myself , on the future, on what's important.
- A lost soul
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Beyond the horizon
That sunk in the deep ocean
The world ended, they said
To discover he set a journey
On a path unknown.
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Let down by people
Burdened with pressure
Weakening my will power
I broke the barriers
One at a time.
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Prayers and sacrifices
Lives strung between
Hope and patience.
" I gave everything I had,
even the last piece of my heart.
She never saw. She never cared. "
His reaction when she said, "Hey, we need to talk. I know what you did. "
Tick Tock Tick. Time was running fast. Or perhaps I slept late. The loud mind shattering noise shook me up. Alarm. I was late. Dammit. But nothing new. I have been late, consistently for the past few years. So, I could manage or so I thought without realizing what the day had for me. I wanted to sleep for a little longer. But I had certain things to get taken care of.
1. I have been running around for the past two weeks for a work to get done, or perhaps to start a new work. But, it just doesn't happen. This Monday I assured myself that I will sort this out, no matter what. As it turns out, I didn't. I couldn't actually. The person in charge has been AWOL for the past ...
[Classroom. 2nd period. Social Studies class ]
The morning classes were boring as usual. It was her birthday. We have a ritual of celebrating the birthdays in the morning assembly and singing a song for the birthday people for the day. My classmate was head over heels over this birthday girl. He finally came out of the closet. I wasnt sure how to react. I congratulated him.
I thought of helping him out and while I was making a rough draft of the pickup lines, he pulls out a safety pin. I look at him confused. The teacher wanted us to read and we had a question-answer session at the end. I didn't bother about that. I was more interested in what he was doing. He pricks up in his finger. I let...
I saw her the first time and I transfixed my eyes. They were lost. She walked past my line of sight, but my eyes were still stuck at the moment I saw her. Beauty. Elegance. Charm. Cute. The words, left me astray to even describe her. It was a shame that I couldn't get a perfect word to describe her.
I woke up from my lost state a moment later realizing I was still staring at them empty wall. "Where did she go?", I shouted under my breath. I couldn't find her. I felt the blood drain from my face. I never understood the reason for it. But suddenly, I felt that gaping hole in my chest. Perhaps it was the heart that stopped listening, or the mind that stopped thinking.
I saw her again. Relieved...
A blend of soft perfume
Fills the air
Her. Right beside me.
Heart skips a beat,
or did it just stop.
-ak , 2015
"When you fall,
Get up and dust yourself".
I forgot to do both.
- ak, 2015
It was an warm autumn. The rain had cleared the sky and the blueness spread across the horizon. I was late to office. The rain kept me preoccupied during the night and I woke up late.
She saw me a couple of times. She saw me watching her a couple more times. I got cautious and in the pretext of not giving a bad impression I immersed in my work. From the corner of my eye, I saw her, approaching me. I didn't pay heed.
She stood beside me and when I looked at her, she said, "Hi Bhaiyya..." (Translation : "Hi Brother..." ). I think she said something after that. I just went numb in my ears. Her pickup line shook me up, completely.