Anuj ✴ poet.dark
|Armature rapper,lyricist. Workaholic, ink lover and most important out of his mind. Insta- @poet.dark www.poetdark.com|
Like the color black
I absorbed all other pigments of life
Incomplete yet so dignified
I was the very essence of the darkest night
yet my knight in armor came with the morning light
She, like the sun rays, perpetuate through me
I am more of yellow than black now, no more incomplete.
He found love and drugs on the same night of his life.
Suprised to find both being fundamentally alike in nature.
On the next day heartbroken and hangover, he wrote shabbily on a note 'Love and Drugs are destructive in nature. Both are very volatile if taken with each other or without.'
Every time we touch we send shivers through the fabric of time and space. As a reminder to the maker, what it felt like to be in the form of singularity again. Every atom of ours transcendence to the moment the universe is made. We superposition ourselves and coexist on both planes,
and let go of ourselves in the making of The Big Bang again.
- We give orgasms to the universe.
Do you dream of
empty spaces and hear
hums in a lower frequency,
undetected to human ears
Do you seek colors
and words not yet invented.
Do you speak in a foreign dialect
You haven't heard
to people you haven't met
in a place, you don't recall
until you fall
and wake from your dream?
Do you wake and reminisce
The vivid and recurring theme
and wake again to realize
you were yet again in a dream,
within a dream.
Yet the strangest part of your day:
When you are wide awake
is trying to make sense of textbook
finding solitude in modern art & memes.
When you take your eyes off
from the wristwatch
and in seconds
It is an hour
Like Schrödinger's cat,
we exist and we don't
until one of us break
or breaks the chain of thoughts
we are two humans
floating in the ocean of nothingness
in a plane with no time
in a state of paradox
waiting to be entitled
in two parallel universe
merging into one
wanting to be solved
curious, to make it
knowing curiosity may
kill the cat.
Dictionary and Microscope
My better half had a witty smile.
She looked fascinated every time she gazed the Sun with her naked eyes,
As it radiates the glory within.
I knew She was taming a Universe inside; Were I needed the weight of her shoulders.
My darling, I was paper-thin.
An Incredible illuminate, Purest form of free energy She was.
Well, I ran from library to library running low; finding a Plug point.
She was never-ending syllable and I ended up immaturely at, ‘The.’
Her eyes contained all remains an archaeologist trying to find.
An ancient human; DNA unclassified.
Her hair to knee-length, containing encrypted lullabies.
No one could read her. Actual...
Sometimes people draw a cage around and convenience you that you are trapped inside.
You are limited just cause they have limitations.
She is a volcano filled with Art.
At the peak about to erupt the lava from her eyes
but then she blinks and one more time there is nothing.
In rare occasions, there was a time when I looked at the universe, and the universe looked at me with awe and curiosity. Both letting go of the burden and trying to make sense out of each other.
Hey listen, Breathe In!
cause you have a fraction of second
as your face meets the surface
Let the air finds its way between
the water and disappointments
that weighed you down for too long.
Let the sound of water crashing
to your eardrums hurt your insides
and heal your soul
cause soul isn't part of your body
It is much bigger
just like life.
Cause there are stories only you can tell
and there are listeners screaming for more
in the future
but you don't know it yet
cause you are busy drowning your self
in the present,
just cause of your past!
Open your eyes
and see the bottom of your
bathtub through soapy water
And unrest your face out
One more time I hold you tight,
Hoping it will melt the distance between our cities away.
One last breath, I inhale your scent,
knowing, like a ghost, it will haunt me in unexpected days.
Scribble the name on the four walls of your house,
Scribble till it becomes the paint.
Scribble, as you did on the back page of all your notebooks,
From schooldays to adolescence some scribbled names don't change.
I said, "There are people in my life I would die for."
Interesting chain of events this life is,
A few walked away and, a few are dead to me.
Slips right between conversations
hide behind the smile
comes to see me
in broad daylight
just waiting for
a single text
a photograph away
under my skin
lives in me
but doesn't pay rent
if I am at
or in my private space
Like an old
It fills me
and leaves me empty inside
Like first rain
It takes over my senses
until I am drench
as memories cut through
It leaves me numb
make me do
things I won't do
leave people I love
hurt them with words
once used on me
As it breaks me
Here I sit
in this broken house
slowly becoming nothing
no longer with capacity
to hold two souls
With unfulfilled dreams
on the walls
and the occupant's skin
I sew myself piece after piece
With your apology,
hoping it will get me back on my feet.
Alas, I crumb down,
realizing your apology meant nothing.
When you got hurt from The cyclist coming at you too fast,
I came running, on my knees I fell to embrace you in my arms,
Even in the moment of anguish and pain,
You understood my fear and licked my tears away!
Oh, Beautiful one why are you like this?
Writers note: who? My dog!
paper name - beyond me
Stamp - Tear
writer - @poet.dark
What a misadventure I fell for,
I got what I want in time
But it changed on the way.
“Fun fact”, she exclaims! “Atoms are 99.9 % empty”, and I gasp with a great sign of relief knowing the reason behind the great void I felt inside for so long.
Maybe she must be knowing the reason behind our dining table expanding slowly, Creating distance between us too. Just like the universe!
My coffee mug is chipped but I still prefer to have a drink from it;
I admire broken things since I found out the ticket sneaking inside our closet. Which is soon to be my closet. An empty closet just like my empty life.
What a pleasant surprise, My cosmosexy is leaving today.
I sit here, at the dining table with the most beautiful homo sapien, Almost about to decode her Unclassified D...
I used to know you better than myself.
So tell me, babe?
was it you?
was it me that changed?
Only, if I could speak literally,
Everything that screws my mind
and I didn't leave the job undone,
for my writing and playlist scattered all around
But if you see the signs. they shout it out loud
I am depressed,
and I won't be here to spill it all out.
So tell me, babe?
Are you happy now?
She mockingly says out loud,
"He is just 22 and earns a 7 digit salary.",
I nod back.
Thrilled to see me at the party, he joins us,
says, "You don't know me, but I am a fan. Your writing saved my life, a few years back."
She wanted a beachside wedding.
He wanted to cherish the smile on her face, one last time.
Long distance worked out till the end.
As the video call from the hospital bed proceed,
The Doctors and Priest together said,
"I pronounce you Man and Wife.".
My favorite Superhero had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
A famous man once said, "We create our own demons."
He never said we die fighting it.
We should have known you better, Tony!
We could have saved you!
When the kid whispered in your ears, "How did you get out of the wormhole?"
Now, I finally, realize you never did.
To a Superhero?
I was raised in a world where superheroes were tall, strong, God-like beings with abs to die for and jawline well defined than their character arcs!
Superheroes don't get cancer. They don't die of old age and most important of all they don't have bad mental health!
If you can have one, Anyone can!
Thank you ...
Second rose bouquet, same black suit.
Two different situations, one constant truth,
Between prom night and the funeral,
time flew. You were gone too soon!
Short horror story
"Hi Henry, meet my friend, Alexander," says Mullin.
"He thinks he has Dissociative identity disorder."
"Oh! What makes you think so Alexander?"
Asks Henry, staring himself in the mirror.
[Writers note: Dissociative identity disorder (DID), previously known as multiple personality disorder is a mental disorder characterized by at least two distinct and relatively enduring personality states.
Spoiler for dummies:
The three characters in this short story are different personalities of the Protagonist.
Spread awareness. Spread short stories! ]
Paper used: Evil Twin ( ironic)
Writer: Anuj Dasgupta
Penname and Instagram handle poe...
Running towards you felt like running through me.
You are the bus I didn't board; Destination- Destiny!
A sudden flash of light, in the broad daylight
Beam concentrate practicals of want and here I am blind!
An Orchestra less symphony. Caring for what I don't need,
Standing in between;
You and I and what we could be.
How Could I be any less than complete?
You are running over me, like a bus.
Running towards you felt like running through me.
I promise to surround myself around nothing but extraordinary.
Mediocrity is a lie, feed by society in name of being practical.
I hereby declare it a crime to not stop and look at the art around.
Welcome to my brand new life.
I was here/ Perfumer.
Do you smell it
Is the light musk aroma fading in and out?
Like a ghost of your favorite Song
Lurking somewhere in the background.
Do you taste my music
with your nose?
Or do you hear me
As it sways gestures with no sound?
Does it come to you in the most unexpected way?
Three notes; Le Nez.
Top note being our childhood
Take a deep breath.
Fill your lungs with me.
Till it becomes a picture in your head
Maybe a stubborn memory
a new reality.
What do you see?
Is it regret or are you happy?
Every time you walk on the wooden floor
With that elegant stilettos.
When we use to run bare feet between the st...
I write as I feel heavy,
Ashamed how little things affect me!
between socializing and isolation,
I find excuses to stay in touch with my bed sheets.
I get tired literally doing nothing.
I close my eyes and pretend to be at a better place
as a better human, doing things I could never afford to chase,
I see dreams while I am awake.
Insecurities have the best of me
Here I am between fuck off and fuck this.