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Dikshya Nov 2023
Too many implications which we are not
Mind hectic, dosha imbalance
Make sense out of this madness
Bet on your sanity, trying to crack the riddle
Not this, nor that, what is it?
A stranger in your own body
Disconnected from the authentic
Not this, nor that
The roots forgotten
Still seeking the truth
In the blinding darkness
Stumbled upon the eye opener
Your salvation is surrender
And recognition
Not this, nor that
Delirium
Who’s playing human
Forgets he’s not the character
Not this, nor that
Acknowledged being lost
At least knows that he is not that
Philosophy for hopeless nutcase
Drop, drop the hopes
Not this, nor that
Be here and now
Don’t listen to your head
The mind is sick
And spreading poison
Not this, nor that
Not that, nor this
Forget forget
Drop drop
Illusion drop
Not this, nor that
It’s only in your head
A thinker stop to think
Not this, nor that
Not this, nor that
It’s only in your head
Dikshya Nov 2023
I just need a friend to cry
On his shoulder
Oh I wish I never grew older
If I could I’d erase last two years
Of my life
But it’s useless
To regret of the past
I know it is useless
But I still do
Sometimes I just wish
That I never knew you
(Cause now you’re gone anyway)
I almost don’t think about you
But in my dreams you’re chasing me
Your voice, your face
Are chasing me
And I’m not changing
Not at all
I’m just the saddest of them all
And there’s no use for me
I’m just existing
Like a wild flower
I’m weak
I’ve got no power
Anyone can pluck me out
This soil doesn’t fit me anyway
Doesn’t nurture me
And you ****** the life out of me
I was so alive!
I was alive!
I was alive!
Alive!
Alive!
I was
But I’m not anymore
Not anymore
We are not anymore
We aren’t
****…
But I was alive before you
Where has she gone?
I don’t recognize myself
Everyone’s doing something important
Achieving their important goals
Living up to their dreams
And it all makes sense
But I do not make any sense
Not at all
and I don’t know how to make any sense
All the ways lead to the dead end
Dikshya Aug 2023
Keeping your name
On the tip of the tongue
Like a mantra
Trying to tame my anxious mind
Help me to sleep
Was it my karma
To meet you?
Or just a simple mistake
Would I dare to jump into
If I knew what’s on stake
I’m loosing my mind
Perhaps my first shrink was right
With that diagnosis
I’m so certainly uncertain
About no **** at all
I wouldn’t bet on me
That’s not someone
You’d like to rely on
Stay away
For gods sake
That girl got issues
Push me away
Push me harder
Make it more painful
Seems like I made some mistakes
Just to make myself suffer
So I’ll have something
To punish myself for
How adorable
You really are a ******
It’s kinda cute
When you’re in early twenties
But you’ve outgrown the cute age, right?
No one likes you
No one cares
And every single one thinks you’re stupid
You look ridiculous
Am I not nice to myself after all ?
Dikshya Aug 2023
I have this love and hate relationship with my homeland
Always felt ashamed of the passport I’m holding
Hiding at right away
After airport check in
So no one can see
Bc that’s not the person I wanted to be
Never felt free in here
Never felt this place suits me
Every time coming back
I have this fear
That I will stuck
And won’t get out
From here
Perhaps I would love this place a little more
If we had borders opened with Europe
Or even better no boarders at all
If not the Russian influence
If we had national identity a little more
Oh god I’m so tired of repeating it
That no, my country is not a part of Russia
No we have our own history separate from them
And our own language
But I don’t even know it properly
Bc these jerks from the East of us did everything to eliminate it
(If I only could I would cut out Russian language out of my memory forever
And replace it with something else)
But at least I’m half Ukrainian
Which makes me a little bit more proud of my blood
Bc unlike these country residents they’ve got *****
And they do not have this national identity crisis
I’ve been raised up without family values
Even more I’ve been raised up without no values at all
I mean there were people who tried to put some values in me
But they couldn’t make it
Sometimes I envy those who’ve got some values
At least it makes some sense for their living
While I’m just keeping my existence senseless
And I turned out to be the saddest adult after all
Well if you can call an adult this infantile creature
It seems like I went too far
So what I wanted to say is
It seems like I pity my country out of love
But I don’t want to identify with it
Or be somehow connected
Oh god let’s us be the creators of our own destiny
Dikshya Aug 2023
Would you agree for a substitute for love ?
You see I’m vegan and I always use a substitute for meat
So maybe for love it will also work out
As I can’t afford one
Too sophisticated and my life is way too complicated
Can’t really rely on me
As I’m like a wind
Today I’m here
Tomorrow there
But I need love anyway you know?
So maybe you would agree to be my love substitute?
I don’t need much
Oh well maybe I do
I know I need touch
And care
Your attention too
Don’t tell me you love me
Just your attention will do
Just hug me and take me
If I feel blue
I know I’m not easy
Well neither are you
And I belong to the world
It can’t be only you
Even tho I need a man to belong
Nevertheless I cannot
It will never work out
As I cannot afford to be someone’s girl
Dikshya Aug 2023
Lemme be a lil old school with this ink on the paper
Can I live in the moment alright and not care about later
Lemme be free as a child, dancing awkward
Lemme make all kind of mistakes,
Even impossible ones
I do feel like imposter
Wherever I go
Whatever I do
Maybe that’s what I am
There’s no escaping
Well **** that
I got burnt thousand times
So that no more scares me
Here I am high and dry
As pretty much always
Perhaps you should fall really down
To build up your wings and fly
All my ex roommates
Are getting married
Are making children
While I’m growing the list of my exes
I cannot relate to their problems
I’m probably too much of a problem myself
So that’s why all of my boyfriends eventually
Got rid of me
Or I got rid of them
Final applause to the old maid
You made it through again
Survival of the heartbreak
Make it plural
So that’s my silly poem
And no morality in it
It’s just a little part of story
About me
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