tnikita - Hello Poetry

What do you want? What do you? What? Did you? Did you ever?

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Feb 8, 2019

Feb 8, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC

What do you want? What do you? What? Did you? Did you ever?

Early morning rain parched air a soothing silence. Only sounds of drip drip drip from somewhere. As I peek out of a rusty window I see morning rituals of local villagers. Slowly, with each sip of tea I gulp acceptance.

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Feb 24, 2017

Feb 24, 2017 at 5:50 AM UTC

Traveller

Early morning rain parched air a soothing silence. Only sounds of drip drip drip from somewhere. As I peek out of a rusty window I see morning rituals of local villagers. Slowly, with each sip of tea I gulp acceptance.

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*Time carries away years of my life, like wind drifts autumn leaves.*

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Feb 24, 2017

Feb 24, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC

Passage of time

*Time carries away years of my life, like wind drifts autumn leaves.*

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I don't write anew thoughts happen to me. As I sit looking up, at times I am able to tune in to the Cosmic frequency and they descend, the Thoughts, that already exist floating in the cosmos.

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Dec 12, 2016

Dec 12, 2016 at 2:55 AM UTC

Thoughts

I don't write anew thoughts happen to me. As I sit looking up, at times I am able to tune in to the Cosmic frequency and they descend, the Thoughts, that already exist floating in the cosmos.

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From pitch black, as the sky turns blue, magenta, saffron and millions of shades in between with a soothing pace then gives way to the Spherical Hope, I am convinced of everything that is, of everything that ever will be.

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Nov 10, 2016

Nov 10, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC

Reassurance

From pitch black, as the sky turns blue, magenta, saffron and millions of shades in between with a soothing pace then gives way to the Spherical Hope, I am convinced of everything that is, of everything that ever will be.

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Wading through the fading past, the present dawns. Leaving the misty future, dream of Nirvana, when the present shall shower it with eternal sunshine of clarity.

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Oct 13, 2016

Oct 13, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC

Time's Journey

Wading through the fading past, the present dawns. Leaving the misty future, dream of Nirvana, when the present shall shower it with eternal sunshine of clarity.

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*One sombre evening, as he sat by the window past tried to trick him into its song of nostalgia one he always resisted and kept at bay. But, for once he let it, gnaw away his soul, and ***** the deepest of his bones. His guards in disguise his promises, responsibilities, ambitions and ideals started to sway and bow, to the winds of guilt. A strong deluge of emotions started to sink him in he too, let himself drown and dissolve away in haze. Next up, he found himself atop a ship of submission, She was already there, smiling as she looked away. In distance, the golden sun of hope, Faded away at the horizon.*

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May 6, 2016

May 6, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC

Deluge

*One sombre evening, as he sat by the window past tried to trick him into its song of nostalgia one he always resisted and kept at bay. But, for once he let it, gnaw away his soul, and ***** the deepest of his bones. His guards in disguise his promises, responsibilities, ambitions and ideals started to sway and bow, to the winds of guilt. A strong deluge of emotions started to sink him in he too, let himself drown and dissolve away in haze. Next up, he found himself atop a ship of submission, She was already there, smiling as she looked away. In distance, the golden sun of hope, Faded away at the horizon.*

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Somewhere in me there exists a being made up of all the reasons that insist me to stop loving you. At times when I ignore it and instead look away towards you It stares me hard, starts blabbering abuse as I keep looking at you. But at the end of the day when I am home, heart-broken by your indifference, it reaches me back wipes my tears and puts me to sleep in a blanket of lessons. That being, made of reasons.

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Apr 14, 2016

Apr 14, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC

The Senile Being

Somewhere in me there exists a being made up of all the reasons that insist me to stop loving you. At times when I ignore it and instead look away towards you It stares me hard, starts blabbering abuse as I keep looking at you. But at the end of the day when I am home, heart-broken by your indifference, it reaches me back wipes my tears and puts me to sleep in a blanket of lessons. That being, made of reasons.

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Life descends, not in thunder storms or lashing rains of passion but in gentle drizzle of bliss and purity.

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Apr 12, 2016

Apr 12, 2016 at 2:04 AM UTC

Life, as it comes

Life descends, not in thunder storms or lashing rains of passion but in gentle drizzle of bliss and purity.

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perhaps, I’d be gazing the horizon perhaps, You’d walk towards me perhaps, I’d miss a few heartbeats perhaps, I’d avert my eyes to catch a li’l breath perhaps, We’d hold hands for the first time.. perhaps, the waves would slowly touch our feet perhaps, wind’d be messing up our hair perhaps, we’d try to take it all in perhaps, You’d say you went to come back perhaps, You’d have come back, forever…. perhaps, it’d seem like a happily ever-after perhaps, I’d be writing a poem for you perhaps, after yet another pang of longing!

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Apr 11, 2016

Apr 11, 2016 at 4:07 AM UTC

Perhaps

perhaps, I’d be gazing the horizon perhaps, You’d walk towards me perhaps, I’d miss a few heartbeats perhaps, I’d avert my eyes to catch a li’l breath perhaps, We’d hold hands for the first time.. perhaps, the waves would slowly touch our feet perhaps, wind’d be messing up our hair perhaps, we’d try to take it all in perhaps, You’d say you went to come back perhaps, You’d have come back, forever…. perhaps, it’d seem like a happily ever-after perhaps, I’d be writing a poem for you perhaps, after yet another pang of longing!

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