astha-sharma - Hello Poetry

I think the problem with the world is that, we're never looking at what's going on. Something else, always is. We always want to be somewhere else. We always want to be somewhere else, there is better. Always want to do something else not this. Always want to be with someone else. Not him, or him, or him. Someone else.

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Jan 3, 2013

Jan 3, 2013 at 7:48 AM UTC

Whatever

I think the problem with the world is that, we're never looking at what's going on. Something else, always is. We always want to be somewhere else. We always want to be somewhere else, there is better. Always want to do something else not this. Always want to be with someone else. Not him, or him, or him. Someone else.

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I was noticing when you thought I wasn’t. What you thought I wasn’t. I can’t go beyond that, you see. If I did, I’d be too far, already.

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Jan 3, 2013

Jan 3, 2013 at 7:45 AM UTC

Untitled

I was noticing when you thought I wasn’t. What you thought I wasn’t. I can’t go beyond that, you see. If I did, I’d be too far, already.

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When I turn around and fall, And never listen, when you call, it confuses. You're everything I want, you're everything, that's all. You didn't know this.

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Jan 3, 2013

Jan 3, 2013 at 7:44 AM UTC

New news.

When I turn around and fall, And never listen, when you call, it confuses. You're everything I want, you're everything, that's all. You didn't know this.

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No rain slash torrents. Not a drizzle. His eyes, some crows and lies. That girl who can loudly whistle, can quietly say her goodbyes.

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Jan 3, 2013

Jan 3, 2013 at 7:40 AM UTC

Disappear.

No rain slash torrents. Not a drizzle. His eyes, some crows and lies. That girl who can loudly whistle, can quietly say her goodbyes.

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Does he. You know. Know what I mean?

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Jan 3, 2013

Jan 3, 2013 at 7:39 AM UTC

I don't know.

Does he. You know. Know what I mean?

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Smile with weight and pride. Throw away your keys. Walk like invisible music is playing, somewhere close, by your side. Choose an ugly flavour. Rule from an alien territory. Stand amidst traffic, let it pass. See an ant dying, save her. Throw up, spill a secret, cross limits, and. Smell a whirlpool forming. Hide behind a curtain. Die in no man's land. Elevate and stay. Use your nerve and bone. Because, when you see from up close, None of your life, is your own.

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Feb 22, 2012

Feb 22, 2012 at 4:56 PM UTC

Ambiguity.

Smile with weight and pride. Throw away your keys. Walk like invisible music is playing, somewhere close, by your side. Choose an ugly flavour. Rule from an alien territory. Stand amidst traffic, let it pass. See an ant dying, save her. Throw up, spill a secret, cross limits, and. Smell a whirlpool forming. Hide behind a curtain. Die in no man's land. Elevate and stay. Use your nerve and bone. Because, when you see from up close, None of your life, is your own.

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In a poem written with simple words, twisted meanings. In a bottle green sweatshirt. In yesterday's newspaper's folds. In a skipped heartbeat. Behind bars of visions. Of dreams. In the shadows behind a door. In an old note about love. In a distant friend. In a yawn. A camouflage. In a flawed reflection. In a world, where, I cannot be spotted. where, I wave for a life jacket, and, they say - I can get lost.

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Feb 22, 2012

Feb 22, 2012 at 4:54 PM UTC

Where am I getting lost.

In a poem written with simple words, twisted meanings. In a bottle green sweatshirt. In yesterday's newspaper's folds. In a skipped heartbeat. Behind bars of visions. Of dreams. In the shadows behind a door. In an old note about love. In a distant friend. In a yawn. A camouflage. In a flawed reflection. In a world, where, I cannot be spotted. where, I wave for a life jacket, and, they say - I can get lost.

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