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I am left dangling between Conformity and Freedom So… What do I choose from? The Damocles sword or the Carrot? Cognition or Intuition? Accordance or Independence? What do I chose from? Existence or Living? Submission or Expression? Precision or Exaggeration?
There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.
Imagination is the only true dimension; Somewhere which we can form an invention of perfection; Without these facts there is no way to escape our own three dimensional perception; We all dream inside the fourth into which there is no
When I walk out in broad daylight, I am immediately handed with “Stand up and fight” brochures, persuaded to download the Vithyou app, begged to join self defense classes to combat the raging thirst, of uninhibited audacious beasts. I am
While aversely obliging decadent demands of the reigning, endorsed affluent, an internal voice howls interposingly loud and insists I really shouldn’t: “pitiful, weary worker, Coerced, uncaringly ordered, and damned by upper class rules, will you ever tire of being a
Again I scare myself of the very thing. Moon was landing on lake for inward probe. One presaged silence, speaks, of the veracity of lovers to grass, where no dropp drives a sun, the red bricks build a shade. Ragweed
‘As telling lies Is dangerous, To it, you Have to be averse! ‘ Parents, teachers And society Made me, cherish This mentality. Along the age road The hardest way a new Lesson I did upload. Awaits those, More risk The
Come month of May And the sultry summer is here With all its fire and fury In full swing . Like an unwanted guest It arrives with no invitation And continues staying unduly Despite the hosts’ displeasure . Equipped with
Here are stoves uttering trilling cries of joy, their tongues orange, their clothes henna. Here are chumps hissing، lulling, bowing and crying with hot tears; We’ve got a newborn, his hair made of winds and tempests, his hat a cloud,
Can you hear? Can you hear his footsteps? On the highway to light, From the alley of darkness? The sky is waving her hands, The ground is raising her sands, In the stormy wind of his entrance, As it’s one,
Are you the colors of Rainbow? To which, beautiful of beautifuls, bow Or, you are the burning sun! Enlighting the entire universe at once. Are you every visage’s fun? Every heart’s ecstasy you enhance …… Are you the drop of
Maybe we romanticized hurt and pain because we were always taught that the moon and the sun were meant to be together despite being so far apart and we too desire to be so magnificent that all the broken people
Rejection and Rejection and Rejection How long will it take to acceptance? Everything seems eclipsed Sunshine seems so far Nights too are cloudy and dark Wandering down here and there finding solace nowhere Nothing seems to subdue the pain, Where
The moon sleep-walks Her circuit garden tonight; The sky-folks she sleep-talks To – are star-points of light; She sleepwalks alone; above Considering whom to love; Her ardent light falls far Her gentle gaze falls near; About her sphere a little
Happiness happens when you least expect it. It can come after a while of being rejected. When you are feeling down, life’s moving kinda slow, happiness can happen from a simple hello. When you admire someone and they say hi.
Chirping birds awakens thy soul Dew drops falling on green leafy plants above and below Freshly cut grass, does thy scent behold As the sun slowly raises and flowers unfold Soft fluffy clouds floating in air Animals of nature frolic
In the cavernous mind a thought becomes redundant. You go straight for a snakeroot. A flat cluster of white flowers spurs a stigma at the white moon for floating rumors. This was my native pain of brilliant tapestry. The threads
Few moments of life spent in your arm. Few seconds of weird thoughts caused no harm Few seasons of prolonged fights And a brief glance of beautiful sights, Are what I shall carry as a memory- A memory with numerous
Shackled monster that lurks in every heart, Of such ferocious guile yet ever found, To smile the pain, deftly playing its part, So docile and courtly until unbound. With eyes, so green, and spiteful as it goes, Deceitful of mien,
True justice is not only loving others But also being accepted by your peers It is making a system that is fair for all Including everyone big or small And not just enforcing the law And keeping everyone under the
If trees can talk Even a mindless rumble Everyone will gawk But they remain stiff and sombre Supposing they are under a spell Imprisoned in their present demeanour Standing erect and motionless Like the guards at Buckingham Palace When it
Just a look and they cast a spell on me those beautiful enchanting eyes; As they captivated my senses, yet emancipating my heart into the skies; Elevated much by the setting around, those dark eyes in a darker guise; And
We are born into an unknown world. Slowly we learn as we go. Taught by those who came before. Who in turn we’re taught By those who came before. Generation after generation passing knowledge forward. Knowledge differed region by region.
Polite and loving words prevail peace, love and affection avail; where truth is in everyone’s eye and nobody tells a lie; everyday everyone shows a seed makes the place beautiful indeed; thus, everyone is kind and sympathetic the place with
Meet Zask and Zisk, See them venture forth — They know little About the destination, Only that it’s an energy station On a big blue world Known to locals as Earth. “Look at that!” Exclaims Zask, “We are in luck
You wanted to live inside a shell and step outside, in a bowl of habits, sometimes, nudging accumulated sins to offset the aftershocks. Tsunami is here to stay. The crowd was swelling lured by candles on the sea. Each candle