ananya-zootz - Hello Poetry

Ever wondered how does that person breaks who is second? The one who couldn't win because he missed with a few points? The one who is left behind because he didn't compare to the winner? No, and his devastation is the biggest heartbreak because he was everything the winner was, and just a little less, and the greatest loss felt is by him and not the person last in race. His determination was that of winner and yet no one's going to remember him but only the winner

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Apr 21, 2016

Apr 21, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC

Second

Ever wondered how does that person breaks who is second? The one who couldn't win because he missed with a few points? The one who is left behind because he didn't compare to the winner? No, and his devastation is the biggest heartbreak because he was everything the winner was, and just a little less, and the greatest loss felt is by him and not the person last in race. His determination was that of winner and yet no one's going to remember him but only the winner

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Yes, I recognise, there is a need in this world. And this world is trenching, parched and suffocated. It asks for us, to be more negotiable, not just to the world but to ourself. Why, do we have to seem to be so strong, and so brave, so fearless and so precious and outnumbered. Why we always have to be unnegotiable to ourselves and flogg ourselves with intangible instruments of unwanted emotions like guilt ,remorse, anger ,suspicion ,doubt , helplessness. Why, you don't have to. Why not just be raw? You could be original, you could make deals with yourself, you could balance emotions. The world didn't make it perfect, did it? Do you see the world perfect? You see creases, valleys , beaches ,sand,mountain and you see crestfalls, hollowness, drowsiness in depts don't you? The world never asked you to be perfect, you asked something so lame for yourself . Do you realise even , that if you became oh so perfect (which you can not) you won't even recognise yourself? This world we have changed, asked better for us. We tranced our evolution for living better . But what transformation we want to bring makes us whirl down an empty harsh road to self destruct where a person forgets to evolove to live better life, instead all he does is altogether stop. Give your world a life. Give yourself a meaning you know you want. Be original. Be you.

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Mar 9, 2016

Mar 9, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC

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Yes, I recognise, there is a need in this world. And this world is trenching, parched and suffocated. It asks for us, to be more negotiable, not just to the world but to ourself. Why, do we have to seem to be so strong, and so brave, so fearless and so precious and outnumbered. Why we always have to be unnegotiable to ourselves and flogg ourselves with intangible instruments of unwanted emotions like guilt ,remorse, anger ,suspicion ,doubt , helplessness. Why, you don't have to. Why not just be raw? You could be original, you could make deals with yourself, you could balance emotions. The world didn't make it perfect, did it? Do you see the world perfect? You see creases, valleys , beaches ,sand,mountain and you see crestfalls, hollowness, drowsiness in depts don't you? The world never asked you to be perfect, you asked something so lame for yourself . Do you realise even , that if you became oh so perfect (which you can not) you won't even recognise yourself? This world we have changed, asked better for us. We tranced our evolution for living better . But what transformation we want to bring makes us whirl down an empty harsh road to self destruct where a person forgets to evolove to live better life, instead all he does is altogether stop. Give your world a life. Give yourself a meaning you know you want. Be original. Be you.

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Something's just fall right away, without your prior notice without any warnings. You stand there fazed,undoubtedly dubious and straining to comprehend what is happening around you. You are expected to react, to show rage, disappointment, frustration, anguish, anxiety anything. The person is waiting for you to listen to their version of explanation writhing with guilt and anticipation. You though are stricken by some uncanny force which had ****** all your senses and the world is spinning in an instant blur and for you only one thing is clear - that nothing is clear . You dwell on memories then, trying to find any spare strand of memory which hints,points, accuses of a possible future like present. Anything to say that you weren't this ignorant, that somewhere you were warned.

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Oct 30, 2015

Oct 30, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC

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Something's just fall right away, without your prior notice without any warnings. You stand there fazed,undoubtedly dubious and straining to comprehend what is happening around you. You are expected to react, to show rage, disappointment, frustration, anguish, anxiety anything. The person is waiting for you to listen to their version of explanation writhing with guilt and anticipation. You though are stricken by some uncanny force which had ****** all your senses and the world is spinning in an instant blur and for you only one thing is clear - that nothing is clear . You dwell on memories then, trying to find any spare strand of memory which hints,points, accuses of a possible future like present. Anything to say that you weren't this ignorant, that somewhere you were warned.

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I don't know why now, however I was gazing at this picture in which I was dressed in a black dress and your arms are snaked around my waist, my head inched towards your shoulder and your gaze falling on me, and suddenly it seemed so agonisingly pleasant how happy I was in that moment. And somehow all that happened between us didn't mattered looking at the picture, yes we aren't together now. In that frozen moment you holded me and I would have preferred no one else. In that snapped picture it was you and me for each other , loving ,caring , filled with affection . that moment captured in the photograph , I realised will remain like that always, that in that picture you and me will remain forever, lasting till it needs to fade, persisting in memory , in frozen times, in pictures ,in stares. So maybe we are over now, but in some plane where there is no reason you and I still exist together, where there is no need for explanations, of lost love and evaporate feelings. Where you and I will last forever.

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Oct 30, 2015

Oct 30, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC

Photograph

I don't know why now, however I was gazing at this picture in which I was dressed in a black dress and your arms are snaked around my waist, my head inched towards your shoulder and your gaze falling on me, and suddenly it seemed so agonisingly pleasant how happy I was in that moment. And somehow all that happened between us didn't mattered looking at the picture, yes we aren't together now. In that frozen moment you holded me and I would have preferred no one else. In that snapped picture it was you and me for each other , loving ,caring , filled with affection . that moment captured in the photograph , I realised will remain like that always, that in that picture you and me will remain forever, lasting till it needs to fade, persisting in memory , in frozen times, in pictures ,in stares. So maybe we are over now, but in some plane where there is no reason you and I still exist together, where there is no need for explanations, of lost love and evaporate feelings. Where you and I will last forever.

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You see sometimes you don't want words to describe you, what you desire is to feel it simply because writing it would mean giving it a shape, a form ,an account. And you don't want that. All you want is to seize what the moment is embracing you in. Giving it words means to define it,to be able to put it in words which makes the overwhelming mess small, and you can't give words to something that is indescribable, larger than life. So maybe that's why we don't write everything. Some things just lives in that moments and like fireworks burns brighter than fire enlighing your whole dark life and then dies in that instance, both defying and denying the night of your impending life.

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Oct 22, 2015

Oct 22, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC

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You see sometimes you don't want words to describe you, what you desire is to feel it simply because writing it would mean giving it a shape, a form ,an account. And you don't want that. All you want is to seize what the moment is embracing you in. Giving it words means to define it,to be able to put it in words which makes the overwhelming mess small, and you can't give words to something that is indescribable, larger than life. So maybe that's why we don't write everything. Some things just lives in that moments and like fireworks burns brighter than fire enlighing your whole dark life and then dies in that instance, both defying and denying the night of your impending life.

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You see sometimes you don't want words to describe you, what you desire is to feel it simply because writing it would mean giving it a shape, a form ,an account. And you don't want that. All you want is to seize what the moment is embracing you in. Giving it words means to define it,to be able to put it in words which makes the overwhelming mess small, and you can't give words to something that is indescribable, larger than life. So maybe that's why we don't write everything. Some things just lives in that moments and like fireworks burns brighter than fire enlighing your whole dark life and then dies in that instance, both defying and denying the night of your impending life.

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Oct 22, 2015

Oct 22, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC

Desiring

You see sometimes you don't want words to describe you, what you desire is to feel it simply because writing it would mean giving it a shape, a form ,an account. And you don't want that. All you want is to seize what the moment is embracing you in. Giving it words means to define it,to be able to put it in words which makes the overwhelming mess small, and you can't give words to something that is indescribable, larger than life. So maybe that's why we don't write everything. Some things just lives in that moments and like fireworks burns brighter than fire enlighing your whole dark life and then dies in that instance, both defying and denying the night of your impending life.

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If I asked you to stay Would you rather let me? If I wished to blow all the troubles away Would you rather blow with me? If I told you that my heart skipped beats Would you rather say yours do too? If I jump yelling I love you Would you rather kiss me thank you? If I hug you with unbeatable happiness Would you rather wrap your arms around me? If whispered never let me go Would you rather lock the door?

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Aug 22, 2015

Aug 22, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC

Would you rather

If I asked you to stay Would you rather let me? If I wished to blow all the troubles away Would you rather blow with me? If I told you that my heart skipped beats Would you rather say yours do too? If I jump yelling I love you Would you rather kiss me thank you? If I hug you with unbeatable happiness Would you rather wrap your arms around me? If whispered never let me go Would you rather lock the door?

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You care about her. In a way that would melt the stonness of any fine heart. You look at her like the way any girl would give away possessions to be looked at. You beleive in her. Like there is nothing that doesn't stop you from doing so. You love her. Like she is the only one that could ever be loved and worth the hope for.

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Aug 13, 2015

Aug 13, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC

You and she.

You care about her. In a way that would melt the stonness of any fine heart. You look at her like the way any girl would give away possessions to be looked at. You beleive in her. Like there is nothing that doesn't stop you from doing so. You love her. Like she is the only one that could ever be loved and worth the hope for.

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Every single thing has a beginning Ecah consonant starts with a single star Every matter pulps from atoms Each dream errupts from a single hope Just like that You grow with the beginning From the first cry Your first smile The little frown of your yawn Gazing the dream like nights Thinking of the mystical feelings Everything has a start And so do you. It palpalates into your demons It creates your angels It beats your heart It aches your muscles It dwells on your liberty It suffocates your laughter It propounds your ecasty It needs you It helps you It eats you It parasites you. Thing is You let it.

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Aug 7, 2015

Aug 7, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC

Beginings

Every single thing has a beginning Ecah consonant starts with a single star Every matter pulps from atoms Each dream errupts from a single hope Just like that You grow with the beginning From the first cry Your first smile The little frown of your yawn Gazing the dream like nights Thinking of the mystical feelings Everything has a start And so do you. It palpalates into your demons It creates your angels It beats your heart It aches your muscles It dwells on your liberty It suffocates your laughter It propounds your ecasty It needs you It helps you It eats you It parasites you. Thing is You let it.

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Click. Arms around with a profound smile Pearl teeth reflecting happytimes Click Blanketed now,anchored to my bed Alone and this time no shine Clear like blue cotton sky your eyes Perfect like truth your smile Temptation of your sugarcoated words Marshmallow soft full your lips How could have I simply be in a corner? And resist myself to not touch What I loved , you. Like the new morning glory Your candle lit up face brightened me The whispered words buttered me Like the softness of peach Your fluttering touch melted me Like a burning wax Barging through the air Whipped the breath out of me Call me I wished you could save me Your hair brought the shade of sweetness How could I have simply be in a corner? And resist myself not to do the only thing I do? Love you. Though you are cold in earth And sky cries with screams and tears Its me who feels sick Graved alive.

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Jun 17, 2015

Jun 17, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC

Switched.

Click. Arms around with a profound smile Pearl teeth reflecting happytimes Click Blanketed now,anchored to my bed Alone and this time no shine Clear like blue cotton sky your eyes Perfect like truth your smile Temptation of your sugarcoated words Marshmallow soft full your lips How could have I simply be in a corner? And resist myself to not touch What I loved , you. Like the new morning glory Your candle lit up face brightened me The whispered words buttered me Like the softness of peach Your fluttering touch melted me Like a burning wax Barging through the air Whipped the breath out of me Call me I wished you could save me Your hair brought the shade of sweetness How could I have simply be in a corner? And resist myself not to do the only thing I do? Love you. Though you are cold in earth And sky cries with screams and tears Its me who feels sick Graved alive.

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