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I find comfort in self pity. Belittling myself, my actions and even the mere five second thoughts of my success. I’m tied up by this part of me. The part I’m inevitably dependent on. It is the initial segment of
My internal rose, see the sincerity in my eyes, please feel the truth in every beat of my heart.. The rivers envy your walk, while clouds celebrate your softness, your concerns are like honey, while your touch calms storms, your
Quarrel amongst kids is like a mist which dissolves in few moments Quarrel amongst siblings is like a passing cloud which threatens to rain but ultimately shine Quarrel amongst friends is like lightening which emits light and current but fizzles
Humans are animals, same as the rest. We sprung up from the same womb as all animals do. What makes us different is what’s in our heads? We think, we plan, we build, we progress. Human minds have grown to
As the rain drops beat against the transparent glass of my encompassment yet evoking such peace, how I also yearn for a piece. My mind rumbles in all this mumble, a familiar mania, an ambiguous source of my insomnia. How
Poems containing references to : Internal Conflict
It was my ambition to be a poet My conscious mind demanded of me To write more and more But the unconscious mind warned Not to listen to the conscious mind The conflict between them I kept aside To me,
An earthquake in my hearts’ kingdom Peaks and troughs,patterns were random Nurses making the fastest moves Trying to fill my cancerian grooves Blackening my last scarlet blood drop Weakening my smooth breaths’ rope I felt the cracks in closed,transparent, glass
There is a voice in me, I listen to barely. Invisible as phantom shadows, It haunts me, taunts me. I sip some poison Inebriated; It flaunts me. It knocks me off, Scissors me in two, ‘Good or evil, whose baby
I wondered, What does freedom mean to me? Perhaps, it could be liberty From the internal struggle, That I undergo everyday… In the distance, Through my window, I saw a little bird in a cage, And I wondered, What would
Mesmeric as a golden fawn, Running across a forest lush, Evident as that bright sun, Glowing then settling with a blush. Delicate as a feather of a humming bird, Calmly caressing before it flies, Curvy as a narrow path of
Like every morning, he has just returned from his office and is right in-front of one of his roommate and so called friend’s lappy’; Going through all previous messages sent by her on Facebook. No doubt, his life has been
This fathomless free fall of hollowness This unceasing relentless devouring of happiness May it cut so meaningfully deep…. as deep as my heart once sang. For the wounds reflect an unyielding hope, untouchable memories, cherished moments. Ascent and descent ..
The tree covered path had me but the light, Intrigued my senses so i pushed through the fright, Crackling branches above aging before falling through, Only one entrance, i’d prefer two. Tilting my head i seemingly entered another time.. i
Ready, set, go! When I am down and gloomy, When my head feels not-so-roomy, I set my internal clocks And fade out conception blocks. A small lantern can light up the night, And a different point of view can make
As a result of abundant endowment, A state in nature, ensured of security A stage of impasse had we reached, Below which a formidable breech, The means of effectiveness without, Our primitive tools of war betrayed. Despite the valour we
If you preach peace, beat no war drum, if you want peace promote no conflict, if you love peace, create no division, if you preach peace, spread no hate, if you preach peace, promote no racial superiority, if you preach
Looking at you, From atop our staircase- I could see so many years, Flash through, In that space of time. Albeit, you looked, Devastatingly handsome- If I may, say so- Yet I could not help, But notice- The lighter grey
What that I am left with, impaled in jaws of mantis, starting a tug of war, for the otherness in me, seeking a bloodbath between my poise and incestuous blue hole of black walls. I gave you my voice, my
Higher than clouds, A voice beckons loud, Shouting incoherent statements, Clouding its own sentiments. Down here vibrations resonate, In well traveled ears they commemorate, Aggressive tones without grace, Screaming on shriveled yesterdays. Voices screech after enough, When deafly righteous is
Bilobed ginkgo resolves the conflict of soul and body on the right side of truth, laid out on a table visited by desolation; here comes the crash of bodies. You stand up against the end of beginning to lock eyes
Busiprione, klonipin, prazosin and prozac stepford wives vis a vis stimulants offering an emotional uplifting dalliance cathartic against the depredation of panic attacks melancholia and obsessive compulsive disorder bearing down hard against psychological maladies delivering a near ecstatic state of
(1) At ‘Bab Al-nairab gate’,(1)on a pile of wet smoke, I meet a sackcloth, a muddy bear fur and two women; one holds by her amputated palm the tail of ‘Sayf Aldawla’s(2) robe, the other sings a rocky song. The
The azure sky, the swirling waters presented a picturesque backdrop The tourists, backpackers heaved a sigh of relief All were far from the maddening crowd On a quest to find inner peace. Then they saw what looked like a log
Have I been born of a curse; Rehearse The station just burst, A hole through it first; So it is like to be at the mercy, of this jury decided on perjury. A trial without annihilating the evil inside me,
In the dust storm a discarded moon sat in my lap. Then internal rhythm crashed. Amorphic I would not find the music of words translated into a kiss. Gold started weeping in my hands. The clouds will rest after committing
I dont want to be here, I want to be there, why can’t I be there all the time? It’s the absence that grows the heart, the contrast is necessary to visualise the beauty, Moss covered rocks, bubbling water, ferns
Mano a mano taut our mutually limp and gnarled fingers bony hooks draped with blotched flesh – varicose veined, decubitus descent, and aged arthritic anatomy like a scorched oxbow lake cruelly desiccating topography! * * * * * * *
Assembled casualty, repetition of conflict from the time of its start until the approach inside your heart, just before the last beat. Instrumental are the events that correspond and implement an almost unjust desire, circumvent any time spent and repent.
Torrents of beautiful deluge Wave after wave breaking ground Swells of blood drenched romance Death nowhere to be found Downpours falling from heaven Angelic hail slamming the earth A breath upon my neck before the biting begins My heart a
Living in a cyst, it would explore the breast. The black ethics goes beyond the bounds of mystique of non-movement. A while away a conflict comes out of the body. Melts into a face. There is no flesh, no skin.
I’m a twisted echo In a suicidal prayer, Toxic, dark, and damp Empty thoughts, a musical despair. Demon’s start to whisper softly In an eerie yet, enchanted lullaby, A need to numb the pain within me I dance with the
Glowing sea tries to touch the sky, again and again, As I appeal for your love even in inevitable constrain. Endless sea merges with sky far away from the earth, Just like our souls amalgamate with eternal love and mirth.
Love and malice are sides of a coin both feed equally to our mood. We praise the charm of our lover first for beauty then the qualities, in the name of understanding we weigh the obedience. Affections for young self
Fractious smokescreen between celestial reflection and contempt floats on a shaken rug. You cannot stand still incognito. The indictment stinks for the impoverished vicitims who make history through to the bones. Grappling after theft, interstitial existence falls like glass pieces
It takes a hard surface to sharpen a knife. Neither surface is willing to give. Difficulties sharpen the way we live. When they are overcome, life holds more to give. The number one is uncontested. Number two denotes conflict. The
Awareness becomes a burden, with opposite thoughts in conflict, Crawling like roaches on your skin. Sage or beast it was same. They run on the bricks in sun or drift at night on unwrapped voices. Every thread of a dialogue
I shall like to live my life as a Promethean poem And steal to earth God’s most sacred fire from heaven! Which prosody, a psalm of echoes in efflorescence; Which beauty, its raison d’être, the extant of essence; Which truth,
The shape of space inside my head is relative to boundless loss of antiquity. The wind consists of exceptional conflict. Imminent force, which describes a hazard of sorts, wrapped in a hard-shelled skeleton. Orthodox doctrine originates with the ancestors, descendants
They were fated to face that minor road mishap The vehicle got tripped due to use of sudden brake It was August 1997, when my parents traveled by that cab Ignoring evil Oman earlier, my father left home without shake