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sunboy_001
19/M/New Delhi I am a living Paradox
She descends down the ruined stairs of the moon, and into a lake she vanishes, increasing its beauty and sowing in love. ........so full with charm, with sensuality, and with an appealing glitter of face which arouses the soul. Her gravity causes the trees to dance, the water tides to swirl and the clouds, to loosen their ambrosia on the earth. She seduces the surroundings with her coyness, making the creator blush, and gaze with amusement at what He had created. Everyday, everytime she trespasses the property of my soul....And slowly with the passage of time, her mischiefs stole something from me ~ something unseen.
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Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
AND I FELL FOR HER...
Till day I blindly followed them all, Till day I couldn't comprehend; And now when I'm going to fall, I see no way to make an amend. I took them all, one by one, and told others to do the same; That time I could, only see the fun, until I realized, that was an unwanted fame. To fulfil my need, to accomplish my desires; to quench my greed, I set it all on fire. All that I took, was it actually needed, or was it just, some silly infatuation; Those influencers seemed, as if they pleaded, or was it me, who brought this situation. I know, the influences aren't only ones to blame, I equally played a strong support role; I was the one, who started this game, Today also its me, who has the console. Standing on the crossroad, I've to choose; Which demons to release, to please or abuse.
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Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
AN ADDICTION POEM ~ DruGs
It has happened now, after facing so many hardships in life, that my life has attained stability. Today, I have all worldly pleasures, that I didn't even think I ever had deserved; For they could just be a part of my dreams. Still, after possessing eternal strength, ubiquitous riches, why do I find myself poorer that the poor, weaker than the weakest, and lonely than the loneliest. And when I hunted for the reason in the past, it suddenly struck me, 'I don't have you with me'. You; who was always there, as a backbone of my dreams, as the strength of my hand, and you were there to help me face my fears. Without you, there would have had been no me; you made me what I am. But see, how have the times played with me. When you were with me, I cried for the power and riches; and now that I have all, I wail for you. I wish you would have been here, with me today; to see the one you have given a new life, to see your seedlings grow into a mature tree.
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Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
MOTHER
A hail to the moments, which were left in a haste; unpraised, unspoken......... A look into those moments, whose memories have become; an immemorial token......... Half sunk in those sands, Half buried in those memories; Lie those moments somewhere, Which once had been our cherished trophies......... With some lies, spoken for some truths, and some truths, spoken for some lies; Confined to be castigated for once, But, finally lost in those million tries......... This universe is a strange place, A voice then slowly whispered......... There is more sadness, to be coated, As compared to the happiness, to be filtered.........
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 1:01 PM UTC
THROWBACK
.........as the sun just went for his nap, I woke up disturbed; in the middle of turmoils, on the edge of disasters......... Even though I wanted to, I couldn't sleep; I couldn't cry out for company, for I had known long back that my words were weak... There was some sleep in my eyes, some emptiness in my heart, and hunger in my soul... The situation here was chaotic, people killing each other for the sake of some long lost freedom... I wish I could turn back the clock, and bring the wheels of time to a stop. But time is obnoxious; then human lust for power, and some frivolous ideologies about freedom, make existence even more dangerous... And when hope runs out, we become merely living dead creatures.... And such had the conditions worsened in this area, that all was lost... Each night I slept without a single hope of seeing tomorrow's sunshine... Each time I went out, I filled myself with the sight of my beloved ones, as if it is the final meeting with them... So I couldn't find much difference between today and the other days....It seems like all was imprinted on me; My birth, which brought me here; My journey, which was neither much in favor, nor much against my stable, yet conflicting mind; and My end, which was too stubborn to accept me.... I was neglected by everyone, from everyone, and that's what solidified me...                     "I hid my pains even from myself,                      I revealed my pains only to myself..." I was unaware of what I was headed to, or whether I'd make it or not....that was unacceptable to all, I was unacceptable to all....                    "My days are keeping on getting bad                     My nights  are keeping on getting worst,                     I don't know the truths, just I guess I'm thirsty,                     But unaware of what would quench my thirst..." This area is a battlefield, and my battle here is with the guerrilla force, my battle here is with the terrorists....
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
A DAY IN JAMMU AND KASHMIR
.........as the sun just went for his nap, I woke up disturbed; in the middle of turmoils, on the edge of disasters......... Even though I wanted to, I couldn't sleep; I couldn't cry out for company, for I had known long back that my words were weak... There was some sleep in my eyes, some emptiness in my heart, and hunger in my soul... The situation here was chaotic, people killing each other for the sake of some long lost freedom... I wish I could turn back the clock, and bring the wheels of time to a stop. But time is obnoxious; then human lust for power, and some frivolous ideologies about freedom, make existence even more dangerous... And when hope runs out, we become merely living dead creatures.... And such had the conditions worsened in this area, that all was lost... Each night I slept without a single hope of seeing tomorrow's sunshine... Each time I went out, I filled myself with the sight of my beloved ones, as if it is the final meeting with them... So I couldn't find much difference between today and the other days....It seems like all was imprinted on me; My birth, which brought me here; My journey, which was neither much in favor, nor much against my stable, yet conflicting mind; and My end, which was too stubborn to accept me.... I was neglected by everyone, from everyone, and that's what solidified me...                     "I hid my pains even from myself,                      I revealed my pains only to myself..." I was unaware of what I was headed to, or whether I'd make it or not....that was unacceptable to all, I was unacceptable to all....                    "My days are keeping on getting bad                     My nights  are keeping on getting worst,                     I don't know the truths, just I guess I'm thirsty,                     But unaware of what would quench my thirst..." This area is a battlefield, and my battle here is with the guerrilla force, my battle here is with the terrorists....
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You went out of sight, you went out of mind, You went out of sight, you went in my heart so blind. The pain of your leave, I had revealed to none, The pain of your leave, for you were my only one. I hid the truths from myself, asked myself to comply, I hid the truths from myself, but never confronted with a lie. The mysteries I blocked, become one history, and the history I spoke, was just another mystery. You were all I had gained, you were all I had lost, You were all I ever wanted, yet I compromised your cost. And now the stars we had placed, twinkle every night, They twinkle in this darkness, to show me your light. I feel a bit strange, as if I have lost track of you, I need your presence, I need it for those moments few. For in your absence am I, just a grain of sand, come save me from this oblivion, just lend me a hand. You're everything I had gained, oh my memory, Now stands your absence, in the way of my memory... Now stands your absence in the way of my memory...
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
MEMORY