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570 · Oct 2017
Apologetic we remain!
Akshad Oct 2017
For the times we go wrong and when we inflict pain...
No matter how we change... Apologetic we still remain!!
For once when you fissure a relationship there will be a persistent stain!!
In the long run... Apologetic we remain..
When you are man of your words, but a guy with undone promises... Your image doesn't remain the same...
Even though you start fresh... But within... Apologetic you still remain!
It's all gone now... It has changed!!
The bond has lapsed and grown... But still... Apologetic you remain!
For a tear shed under the dark night... And the ignorant sight... It's not blame game.!
You cut your ego ur pride... But still apologetic we remain....
You often wanna talk it out but you have not words to say...
It's not because of your ego.. But as apologetic we still Remain...
You mess it up... You break a heart... Your actions do things worst than getting parched...
You wanna go undo... You wanna go back in time to ooze out the pain..
But it's too late... Now apologetic we remain...
You thought you are  mighty... Attitude flows in your vein..
But turns out your so feeble... That apologetic we remain...
It has vanished but has left a scar.... For once little it get exposed all your smile dies in vain...
You have your heart out... You have build a trust... But within... Apologetic we remain!!
Apologetic  we remain!!
Akshad Jun 2018
Dear God, Devil and the purest form of energy,
It's been a while since I've become a part of your creation accustomed with all the flaws and its imperfections.
The necessity of finding answers deep down has consistently managed to keep me perturbed. The soulful as well as the mean creatures around, add to the misery.

It's been quite a journey till now and I look forward to what comes next in this fissured infrastructure set up by these perishable souls with the cardinal purpose of discrete satisfaction!

The very form of curiosity was buried deep down inside the coagulated cluster of unquestionable anthology inhibited in the form of papers wrapped up in hardened covers.
Sooner I had questions books couldn't answer and as I explored the functionality, I realized that the perfection of the prior creation was now adulterated, profane! Greed, vanity, thievery, duping etc have blended in the veins of the once pure.

I'm thankful to you for the power of acknowledgement which has helped me come this far. With all the ups and downs, smiles and frowns, the success stories and the mistakes of my own, I have learnt on every single day and in every single situation that you have put me through.
Committing a mistake is formidable but learning a fact of life in return is a price worth paying.

Kudos to all the beautiful creations around and the deadly counter establishments as well. This fine tune of balance is probably the foundation behind the debate of what and who is the Devil and God is!
Yours,
Modest_me
235 · Jun 2018
Dear ex!
Akshad Jun 2018
Dear ex,
It's funny how you hate the fact that I still exist and how I don't!
It is a subtle and nuance feeling to see you cross my sight once a while and the way I manage to carve out resemblance apart from the visible difference in your tonnage is seemingly interesting. Partially plodding your way through the streets with your long hair kissing the passing wind still manages to catch my eye. Committing a mistake is always formidable and the relationship is the price both of us had to pay but loosing a friend is still agonizing.
I should not be mistaken to be seeking redemption or approval.
I won't say I miss you but yes! I still do remember you!

Reminiscence is a thing of the past now! Thus, remembering you
is mostly because of the many beginnings
that came along with you.
God bless!
Yours,
190 · May 2019
What is a poem made of?
Akshad May 2019
Words that rhyme or a cup of coffee served at the right time,
Is it what all a poem needs or does it hone in taste like wine?
Thouhgts aligned straight or words intertwined,
Do tough times evoke emotions or does happiness work just fine?

If I say words randomly and set them in order,
Will it become a poem then or do I have to try harder?
What if I feel something but words don’t find their way?
Will I ever be able to write something or blank I’d have to stay?

If there are lines only a few, scribbled in a way that sounds new.
Can it not be gibberish for a while or is it paramount to connect with souls few?
The lines do rhyme, is it a poem or a verse?
Some exude appreciation, some bless curse.
Can I only rhyme and not worry if it makes sense?
Will it be a poem then if I commit sins in the tense?

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