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I don’t understand this world and it’s people. I don’t know in what pursuit they find joy and purpose. Some after love some for money some for fame and glory. Their journey so paced , 10 steps in a stride but a ruthless endeavour without a care for anyone other than their own. The pictures, the smiles, the masks, the act and the fakeness of it all. To what end? I don’t know how and I don’t get why.
Every day I am more certain I don’t belong here anymore.
I dance with the lights,
From the moon and the fire,
My hands in the air,
Chasing a flowing breeze,
I dance to the beat of the ocean shores,
I dance alone ,
I dance alone ,
hoping that one dark night
I will dance with you
Closer than I thought
The time has come
New days with same heart
Freshness of the air in an old read book
Wonder of Discovery of things which existed long before
Shiny lustre over old rocks
Maybe it’s better for now
To not know about tomorrow
Maybe it’s better for now
To leave behind the yesterday
I need a memory, clean and spirited. One will do. One which is untainted. Where my mind cannot spot any flaws Or run a sequence of edits to make it a desirable fake. It should have no tears nor any of my vulnerabilities. No room for doubts and foolish ignorance. No fear no worries, none that I run from. One memory of peace and strength is all I need. To drive away my demons my dementors leeching on my leftover soul. I look and look to find one in my brain’s dusty cauldron . But all I find is ashes of a burnt life.
The world celebrates and retells success stories. The society urges and pressures minds into either following these achievers or drives your dreams to have similar standards. And you fall into the trap of relativity. I should be faster than him, I should study harder than her, I should have a vacation more luxurious than that family. I should look more prettier than her. I want more likes more hearts more friends more that and this. unknowingly we enrol in a race. A race where the finish line is so hazy and there’s always so many others outdoing you. But you continue running without reason. One day you stop because suddenly you realise you are not good enough, you cannot keep up no matter how...
If you had a grant, what would you choose
Meet god once
Meet the forever love of your life ?
I let these mountains seduce me. The naked magnanimity sunbathing with open arms chiseled to perfection. The breathing silence calling my soul by name. As sunlight danced and fell, it shone every green and every brown. The river hugging your curves and bends , flowing like a liquid sky. Speeding winds brushing slender leaves and flying my hair. As I stand here on top of you, I can see. The might. The pristine. The grandeur. The warmth. Oh how you seduce me. And I am falling for you.....
Being omnious of what the other person is thinking about and mending conversations & actions accordingly is a crafty manipulator’s forte. It is as if they can tune into your cerebral frequency and tell you things exactly the way you like and want to hear. Appealing to your sensitivity and stealthily playing the victims card , you hardly know how you are getting played. Jumping over walls that you have built with stone and strength , and invading your system with their silky smooth gameplay. How do you defend when you don’t even know you are being attacked? Really, how?
Look beyond yourself for all answers. The more you do the more you find. Some you may like some you may not. Some will destroy you some will intrigue. The quest will keep you content with the truth and the passion of discovery. So keep looking beyond you. The more you do the more you find.
#poetry Jen challenge
#R- intimacy was
I don’t mind
Falling for you,
Head over heels
In love with you,
Maybe I could tell myself
To shut up and
Keep it simple for the maddening heart,
Let you in easier,
My defences dropping as you come closer,
Sweet names that I would call you,
I will hold you today and everyday,
Fondling ever so often,
Kissing away your problems
Calming you like the drizzling rain
Because I don’t mind
Falling for you
Being neutral is hard. An association earns friends and revolt brings fame. Neutrality gifts you a signboard for disloyalty and selfishness. But the opinionated don’t realise it takes courage to say no , and even more to say it twice to both parties.
How bold do you have to be in life? How much will you compromise in the name of tolerance? When you are brought up your whole life to mind your manners and live for peace, how do you train to find the courage to stand up and raise your voice? Will you watch in the bystanders shoes while someone brews trouble mercilessly? The strength you want to muster is asking your brain to let it slide and move on because you know lone lions are heading extinction. And it’s exactly this attitude that poltergeists want to fuel and reign over chaos. Because you choose to walk away , turn deaf , lay low in lieu of your own safety and tranquility. Choosing flight over fight , you always remain the prey.
I could go on and on
About what’s on your mind
Your eyes glancing lower than it’s supposed to
Those struggling hands caressing subtly
Pearls of sweat dripping off you
Duelling in the Battle of patience vs mounting desire
Concealing the wild in shadows of gentlemanly
Torn between opposing magnetic polarity
Coming closer and pushing away
Drawing breath unevenly
Your Racing heart beat echoing loudly
But your lips curve in a smirk teasing
And calling for the game to begin
Many have fallen ,
Many a times,
Unawares and unapologetically,
Smitten and bitten,
By the beauty of RED
Studying faces gives me the edge , to be a good actor. It’s also the reason why I like crowded places like a restaurant or a busy train. I choose intentionally to occupy a rear seat of comfort in the shadows and look keenly at strangers who might just be the character I am about to play. I see faces dancing with expressions of their mind voices , some sharp and some subtle. In my next act , I am to play a serial killer. And here I am looking for eyes that cannot feel remorse and lips that cause seductive deceit. Disappointing faces today , not one matching the description. I pull out newspaper clippings with photos of the perps and sit still observing and absorbing. I g...
Smudging like water colours on a canvas ,
You and I blended ,
Inseparable without defining boundaries,
Without marking the beginning or the end,
A work of art we were ,
A modern painting,
That Not everyone perceived,
But to each other in perfect clarity,
The colours of our bond full of life and passion,
Until it dried and faded away,
Allowing dust to settle,
Wiping everything grey.
I fell on the sword,
I felt it tear through,
I saw my blood spatter,
But i didn’t scream and call for you.
It came clear,
The knowledge of me on my own,
To pry, to cry, to sigh about
What went wrong with you and me,
I don’t know how to give up,
Must be why it took so long,
To wave you goodbye,
To turn around and walk on,
I thought it was enough,
I thought I have shut it down,
My mind is still stupid,
It’s stuck on pause and repeat,
If I had played better,
Would things have turned out differently,
It’s lost in fantasy wonder,
Forgetting emotional reality.
#Skylark challenge 202
I knew I was sinking,
In your abyss of gloom,
I could see your hollow monstrous face,
Of long dead fossilised bones,
I swore I would fight you,
I did put on my gear,
I don’t know when it all fell apart,
Pulling me in spinning despair,
I can see the end more near to me,
I did be damned if I disagreed,
Yet I seek that ray of light,
I call it hope,
I couldn’t stop blushing,
In the warmth of Amber love,
Spring in the air and in my feet,
My heart knows it skipped a beat,
Slow blossoming love like this Marigolds bloom ,
I can’t help but look up for these sunny kisses,
Brushing my fingers on open topaz petals,
I come closer,
A little more to you.
It’s better to have lost than never fight a battle,
It’s better to have failed than never tried,
It’s better to have cried than lock it all inside,
It’s better to have loved and forgotten than to never have loved at all,
Because it’s important that you have experience than ignorance,
No matter how lousy.
I am never hungry when the fridge is stacked with food ,
I am never happy when I am surrounded by happy people,
I am never silent when I am supposed to listen,
I am never tired when I am playing all day,
I have never found anything where it’s meant to be,
In this world of supply and demand,
My brain never works on economics.
This whirring sound through the walls,
buzzing around constantly ,
Hear me hear me out it screams,
And it makes no sense to me ,
Distorting my brains synchronicity,
I hope it dies I hope it’s lost it’s beat,
What in the world do you do for some privacy,
A little peace ,
A little home of tranquility,
Sound is energy,
But silence is power,
I wish I could bottle some,
And keep it by me.
Prepare for war ,
Get your ammunition out,
Bring your own,
A hundred hands,
Twelve feet army ,
March on comrades,
Fight is necessary,
Vengeance is demanded,
An evil spell ,
A manmade firework,
Put it to use ,
Show them what you want,
Fight cause I wanna stay alive,
Fight to keep me that way.
#dedicated to my friend who is fighting cancer
I tread carefully now,
I don’t want to ruffle those feathers of flight,
I see what you want me to see,
I hear without questions,
I play your games and let you win ,
I know I have to wait,
And I lay low in subordination,
If I have to get to your dark side,
Hidden intents in those locked closets,
I will see you then for what you truly are,
Birds of prey,
You and me,
Who will survive,
The end shall see.
Have you had random people from your forgotten times suddenly emerge and ask how you are doing ? And while you are struggling to find the best way to keep a straight face and say all’s good, you are subjected to the gory details of their exciting, prosperous life brimming on the ebb of perfection. You are expected to be equally enthusiastic and devote maximum energy in expressing unnatural delight. If you at any weak moment , for any of the pop questions on your life, give an answer close to reality you are instantly doused in a barrel of hollow sympathy with curious intentionally intended “don’t get me wrong but why? “
While you are orchestrating an internal brain smack but politely giving ...
I want summers in winter and winters in summer , the same toss around with what I have in hand and what’s yet to come, hoping for a better now with unknown tomorrows , but why is it that both don’t seem good without you?
“As is customary Jim, I’ll be taking notes for my reference.”
“Is that a parker doc? Reminds me of grandpa.”
I nodded and smiled.
Transcript of 3rd Therapy Session of Mr. Jim-28yrs, July/20/2019-1pm.
“Jim, to help you it’s important that we get in touch with your inner child. I’ll be performing a simple hypnosis induction with your consent.”
“I agree, Doc.”
1.30pm-Case in active subconscious state.
“Stay relaxed Jim. How old are you?”
“I am 9”
“Good. Tell me what you see”
“I am sitting in the living room littered with my toy cars. My mom is sipping a cup of tea and watching over me. I like her when she smiles. She’s reading a magazine with all wome...