The_insolite_pen - Hello Poetry

Within the torn books, As old as the time Lies an unveiled spell, Vexing the barren souls. Amidst this lost world, Does it whisper its golden words, Shining through the hazy air, Those, who listens always finds their way. And just with a touch of shredded phrases, The once despaired sky will smile, Will they see the moon listening to them The once despaired sky will smile, Looking the flowers bloom in joy And listening the winds sing in rhythm, Will they let the curse vex. And when devoured to the last essence Is when the glass will break, Crushed into little pieces, Perished to never be welded again. There arises the dark foam, Returning to the golden lines, But now to be blotted with red inks. As the wood wails dews on lands.

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Jan 10, 2022

Jan 10, 2022 at 6:17 AM UTC

The golden spell

Within the torn books, As old as the time Lies an unveiled spell, Vexing the barren souls. Amidst this lost world, Does it whisper its golden words, Shining through the hazy air, Those, who listens always finds their way. And just with a touch of shredded phrases, The once despaired sky will smile, Will they see the moon listening to them The once despaired sky will smile, Looking the flowers bloom in joy And listening the winds sing in rhythm, Will they let the curse vex. And when devoured to the last essence Is when the glass will break, Crushed into little pieces, Perished to never be welded again. There arises the dark foam, Returning to the golden lines, But now to be blotted with red inks. As the wood wails dews on lands.

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Can I ask you? With vice and disguise, Are you happy with what you are? Inflated with pride, Knotted with jealousy The unknown balloon burst With a just ***** of words. Camouflaged beauty as you were, Coated and polished to be the society, Mastered were the words, With strokes of affection, Appreciated as I felt. I swam in the pits N holes While thinking of the oceans The deeper I tried to discover, Shallower did you get. Layers and layers of faces, None uncovered to the core, What you are still a mystery I breathe in the pain of phrases, Toxicity of incoherent love, I feel the wrenching smirk, Once which was a curved smile. I hear the Echoes of my wails, Strumming in the veins, Tears were never there But unseen scars dug deep. In brighter days, Darker shadow growing, In hours, A nightmare breeding. You were what dismayed me, Much more than breaking, Maybe a peaceful shattering .

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Apr 22, 2021

Apr 22, 2021 at 3:20 PM UTC

Can I ask you ?

Can I ask you? With vice and disguise, Are you happy with what you are? Inflated with pride, Knotted with jealousy The unknown balloon burst With a just ***** of words. Camouflaged beauty as you were, Coated and polished to be the society, Mastered were the words, With strokes of affection, Appreciated as I felt. I swam in the pits N holes While thinking of the oceans The deeper I tried to discover, Shallower did you get. Layers and layers of faces, None uncovered to the core, What you are still a mystery I breathe in the pain of phrases, Toxicity of incoherent love, I feel the wrenching smirk, Once which was a curved smile. I hear the Echoes of my wails, Strumming in the veins, Tears were never there But unseen scars dug deep. In brighter days, Darker shadow growing, In hours, A nightmare breeding. You were what dismayed me, Much more than breaking, Maybe a peaceful shattering .

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I was a piece more or less, Unfit in the puzzle of society, Framed and judged, Broken and scraped, Torn to the base. I stood to be the thinker, With thoughts as the mate, As the wife is too a husband, I kept courting with anxiety, Maybe sometimes with fear, Or with shame that world-acclaimed, As the flaws of being me. I stood there many times, Neither to be oriented, Nor to be included, Just to be accepted with love, As a poison is to nectar, I was the toxin to them I was discarded and treated, To purify the viciousness, An be a part of the deprived fellowship. I can't stand anymore there, With the crime of resistance, To not oblige with the rules, As a cage is to the bird, Statutes were the prison, To my solivagant soul . Shredded with the conclusions I was qualified as an outcast, Neither a human, Nor a living being All it was a prolonged-term As a slave is to the master, I was chained to the phrase. To be always smashed, Under the debts of acceptance.

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Jan 15, 2021

Jan 15, 2021 at 3:43 AM UTC

Outcast :- The place I don't fit

I was a piece more or less, Unfit in the puzzle of society, Framed and judged, Broken and scraped, Torn to the base. I stood to be the thinker, With thoughts as the mate, As the wife is too a husband, I kept courting with anxiety, Maybe sometimes with fear, Or with shame that world-acclaimed, As the flaws of being me. I stood there many times, Neither to be oriented, Nor to be included, Just to be accepted with love, As a poison is to nectar, I was the toxin to them I was discarded and treated, To purify the viciousness, An be a part of the deprived fellowship. I can't stand anymore there, With the crime of resistance, To not oblige with the rules, As a cage is to the bird, Statutes were the prison, To my solivagant soul . Shredded with the conclusions I was qualified as an outcast, Neither a human, Nor a living being All it was a prolonged-term As a slave is to the master, I was chained to the phrase. To be always smashed, Under the debts of acceptance.

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From the deep slumbers of past She rose. Arising from ashes of betrayal Dirt and dust of untruths, Shreds of inextricable fate, Was all left in those Languid hands. She stood in the woods, Surrounded by the Ravens, In the mystic eternal forest, Searching for her soul, Once lost in the, Distorting, Temporary World. "How naive was I? To search the contentment, In the erratic chains of illusions, But the question is Will I find them In my solitude?"

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Oct 31, 2020

Oct 31, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC

The dawn

From the deep slumbers of past She rose. Arising from ashes of betrayal Dirt and dust of untruths, Shreds of inextricable fate, Was all left in those Languid hands. She stood in the woods, Surrounded by the Ravens, In the mystic eternal forest, Searching for her soul, Once lost in the, Distorting, Temporary World. "How naive was I? To search the contentment, In the erratic chains of illusions, But the question is Will I find them In my solitude?"

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I remember the smile you made, When you tousled my hair, Matted them in tiny braids, And patted my head With so many words unsaid. I remember the time, When you taught me to make, Tea for everyone in the evening break Little spoons of sugar With ginger, boiling milk And messed up kitchen Waiting to be cleaned. I remember the time, The honey you fed, From the fresh gardens, Narrated the stories, As I drifted in my dreams I remember all of your presence, Yet fail to collect the last, Of that sparkling eyes n welcoming face Were you happy to come back, Or distressed to rely on us Were you glad to know that we love you, Or sad to know that we pity you Sometimes it's best to know, The unknown emotions you made As deep down the memory lane, When I comb my short pigtails, Or breathe the aroma of tea Or narrate the scary tales Closing my eyes in anticipation, Waiting to see your face, And the delightful smile That crept mysteriously

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Jul 27, 2020

Jul 27, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC

Down the memory lane .......

I remember the smile you made, When you tousled my hair, Matted them in tiny braids, And patted my head With so many words unsaid. I remember the time, When you taught me to make, Tea for everyone in the evening break Little spoons of sugar With ginger, boiling milk And messed up kitchen Waiting to be cleaned. I remember the time, The honey you fed, From the fresh gardens, Narrated the stories, As I drifted in my dreams I remember all of your presence, Yet fail to collect the last, Of that sparkling eyes n welcoming face Were you happy to come back, Or distressed to rely on us Were you glad to know that we love you, Or sad to know that we pity you Sometimes it's best to know, The unknown emotions you made As deep down the memory lane, When I comb my short pigtails, Or breathe the aroma of tea Or narrate the scary tales Closing my eyes in anticipation, Waiting to see your face, And the delightful smile That crept mysteriously

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Today, The house was burning, Smothering in flames. Blazing with fire, Brightening the darkened world. The wrath of fires streaming, Dazzled the spectators, As the skin glistened with warmer air, And eyes reflected the red tints. Nevertheless, nothing could save. The planks at their ends...... Everything known broke in pieces. Melted in the heated sparks Little by Little, All the colors, Turned into black grey ashes. All that remained, Was a wooden piece, Carved with forever.

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Jul 14, 2020

Jul 14, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC

Burning .......

Today, The house was burning, Smothering in flames. Blazing with fire, Brightening the darkened world. The wrath of fires streaming, Dazzled the spectators, As the skin glistened with warmer air, And eyes reflected the red tints. Nevertheless, nothing could save. The planks at their ends...... Everything known broke in pieces. Melted in the heated sparks Little by Little, All the colors, Turned into black grey ashes. All that remained, Was a wooden piece, Carved with forever.

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Do we all bleed? Yes, we all do, In different forms, With a simple plead. As a little child, We bleed in tears, With trivial doubts And unknown fears. As a writer, We bleed in words, Each blank page, Engraved with inks darker As a musician, We bleed in rhythms, Strumming chords to fathom, The passion reflected in symphonies. As a painter, We bleed in colors, Reality getting duller, And canvases conveying brighter ... We bleed in diverse ways, For mutual reasons, To encore unheard, unread, unseen Piled up emotions...

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Jul 5, 2020

Jul 5, 2020 at 2:46 PM UTC

Do we bleed ??

Do we all bleed? Yes, we all do, In different forms, With a simple plead. As a little child, We bleed in tears, With trivial doubts And unknown fears. As a writer, We bleed in words, Each blank page, Engraved with inks darker As a musician, We bleed in rhythms, Strumming chords to fathom, The passion reflected in symphonies. As a painter, We bleed in colors, Reality getting duller, And canvases conveying brighter ... We bleed in diverse ways, For mutual reasons, To encore unheard, unread, unseen Piled up emotions...

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What does it feel like..... For all those who look for traces, For indications, For signs To know what dismay looks like..... It looks like nothing A big blank nothing, A nothing, That manages to consume everything. What does it feel like? To look around, Big spacious room, Observe things, occupy spaces Imaging it being vacant, Would it affect anything? Or will it just be nothing? What does it feel like? To hear voices, Pretty lies and Little rumors that resides, As they resonate mind with massive amplitude. And cover the actual harsh truth Does it damage just minor things? Or break confidence that was building? What does it feel like? To search for something, Perhaps support to cling, Or slight hope in the surroundings? Sometimes it could just be smiles, Or a piece of advice. It could be anything, Anything at all, That could redeem something Of this existing dark empty being. But maybe at some point eventually, It would be renamed solely, As too much of expecting. That's what it feels like To move towards nothing, As it consumes everything.

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Jun 30, 2020

Jun 30, 2020 at 1:17 PM UTC

Nothing..........

What does it feel like..... For all those who look for traces, For indications, For signs To know what dismay looks like..... It looks like nothing A big blank nothing, A nothing, That manages to consume everything. What does it feel like? To look around, Big spacious room, Observe things, occupy spaces Imaging it being vacant, Would it affect anything? Or will it just be nothing? What does it feel like? To hear voices, Pretty lies and Little rumors that resides, As they resonate mind with massive amplitude. And cover the actual harsh truth Does it damage just minor things? Or break confidence that was building? What does it feel like? To search for something, Perhaps support to cling, Or slight hope in the surroundings? Sometimes it could just be smiles, Or a piece of advice. It could be anything, Anything at all, That could redeem something Of this existing dark empty being. But maybe at some point eventually, It would be renamed solely, As too much of expecting. That's what it feels like To move towards nothing, As it consumes everything.

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Don't Give into Irrational thinking, Vague fears. Express thoughts. Into your Speeches Talks Relieve your anxiety. Expose your, Scars to the world, Stalwartly as triumphs.

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Jun 24, 2020

Jun 24, 2020 at 3:20 AM UTC

Message ............

Don't Give into Irrational thinking, Vague fears. Express thoughts. Into your Speeches Talks Relieve your anxiety. Expose your, Scars to the world, Stalwartly as triumphs.

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Imprisoned in four walls, Latched windows, Abandoned, I looked at the clouds, Starting at the perished soil, Burning in despair, I Felt those rains. Behind the dark hues, Chaos it hummed, Muttering through few claps of thunder Acknowledging the agony, As it pours itself on the motionless ground, Wishing to drench it truly. Little did I knew, What subtle outburst could do, As it nurtured roots of hopes, And Thrived new lives, In deceased core. Hidden buds sprouted, In abundant sun rays Drifted away was the misery, With an aura of new blossoming's. As the sky smiled, Towards the singing daises, Opening windows and doors, And welcoming the essence of earth. I stepped towards hope.

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Jun 21, 2020

Jun 21, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC

Hope..........

Imprisoned in four walls, Latched windows, Abandoned, I looked at the clouds, Starting at the perished soil, Burning in despair, I Felt those rains. Behind the dark hues, Chaos it hummed, Muttering through few claps of thunder Acknowledging the agony, As it pours itself on the motionless ground, Wishing to drench it truly. Little did I knew, What subtle outburst could do, As it nurtured roots of hopes, And Thrived new lives, In deceased core. Hidden buds sprouted, In abundant sun rays Drifted away was the misery, With an aura of new blossoming's. As the sky smiled, Towards the singing daises, Opening windows and doors, And welcoming the essence of earth. I stepped towards hope.

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