It is much suited, isn't it
the separation
it brings its own melody
the only thing
Everyone who listens
feel the same
It is the same longing
we all feel
all the same for all the difference
deserted in middle
met again in the same boat as travellers
finding place to soothe the thirst
rhythm of the same beat
echoing in the same heartbeat.

the real nature
hidden beneath many layers of skin
there is truth
deeper in those myths
many doors
to the same corridor
met each other
quite a lot of times.

Many scene changes
the travel lengthens
along grows like and dislike,
dark and white.

There are many dimensions
the time relative
evolution and decline
and all the unknowns undefined.

There is the pride
with the many passions
dragging us towards another illusion
the mirage stays for the eyes.
Existence questioned
time blinks away
only in grasp of enlightened
others effort futile
this chance while.

Acceptance will keep the peace
no appeal, no appease
keeping still
the background wheel
initiating the end of the suffer
meditating to get better.

The inner light
shaded and dim
concentrate to ignite again
to the right bright
remove the leftover dirt
all that spins it
and revive the lost spirit
the one hidden beneath.

Everything I do,
Everything I change
I try
so many different things
as the day begins,
all my efforts go down
as sun sets.
I lose interest
and feel so much dismay,
the boredom
the worthlessness.
Internally I get the feeling of unexplained grief
it doesn't go away
I do not know the origin of this feeling
but it slowly feasts on me
consumes me
and I lose this game everyday.

I see my chance to be happy
              walking ahead of me
But there is a possibility  ,
                that I might get hurt.
Should I run behind
                or should not risk it
This dilemma runs in mind
                               and my thoughts aren't kind

I'd like to disappear once again
let people wonder in vain
give a reason to be someone's pain
that is how I was trained.
I'd like to take the blame
with feeling no shame
burn in the fiery angry flame
try me to make me tame
but effect won't be the same.
I'm far gone to be sane
my path is not on that lane.

Blank expression expresses enough thoughts
the unlived unemoted invasive grows
undefined remaining unused words
undelighted lazy curves
untriggered to any stimuli
selected to roam mindscapes
honest to the truth.

The little child in me has grown
The childish aspiration ,silly dreams  all gone
All you can see when you see me now is frown .

As I tried reviving that child in me
Back to become the person who I used to be .

Many attempts ,
Failed to turn me as innocent
My thoughts are not the same , my heart is different

The  little  child  was  blind  to  the outside world I have seen
And the child could not survive how I was living

As the days passed
The child died , leaving me to mourn
And now I feel forever alone

Real person will bore me,
You play many roles
in the fantasy of mine.
Driving me insane
with your every spoken line.

Poetry connect lives ,
each word
fill a canvas with
different shades .
It draws the outline
of many emotions .
The art drafts
the stories of lives
people all around the world

Skim through the pages of my life,
Skip through the lies I've been entwined,
It is the story of the girl trying to please
You, me and everybody, trying for your love.
I loathe the very picture she becomes,
It is very like she wilts without your approval,
She'd be giving pieces of her to all,
but next day, naturally, she finds herself in trash.

It isn't kind, the life she creates with her head,
her best attempts causing natural disrupts,
the purpose to be everyone's friend,
makes her enemy of her own self.
She lost everyone, love and inspite
and despite everything, she writes another write.

It is terrible, what I do with her,
She has been ruining everything for me,
Her and I, together, we make a lonely picture.
Skip this, and be free from this.
The end chapter, what went by,
no one knows, maybe she died alone
in the worn out sweater she had grown,
She hoped, her end might have pleased them all.

I breathe every second to stay alive
fill my lungs with air
not you.

Long time back ,
When I was little ,
I read a story ,
A fairytale


Once upon a time
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and
They lived happily ever after
The End


And my young mind believed
That is how my life will be
when I'll grow up .

And then I realised
this is not how
Realtale ends .

I
I
I
I
the nice toys we are
much like puppets
quite the entertainment
destinies pulling the strings
and we are dancing to tunes
all under its powered reins
what control we can
the life we spend
*I        I
I          I
I          I
I        I

We are a community,
We are more
We think in poetry
every view is a scenery.

Lately, it is seen
the poetries remain largely unseen
I am not too keen
but sometimes it turns disheartening.

Forgotten scribbles of me and you
nothing zings through
it will slowly die without all the love
we need to see that eyes see.

Not just a number, it is more
It is rather significant than the score
The breathing beyond the screen
it is the question do I fit in.

It is a pleasure to read every day new
but the contents just go skew
how did it go out of hand
I am so invested with the time that I spend.

Let's give love ahead,
for every word rhymed
This place is flourishing with talents
let us not lose them.

there are pumpkins moving around
the candle lights bright the surround
blood red fountain spinning in middle
people going to this haunted house over the hill

no one visits the castle any other day
but dressed vampires and ghost in black and grey
dance around feeling home in this spooky place
today, the other world get mortals embrace

They get to be the normal, not the one odd
today, nobody cares about the screams and shout
the transformation and apparition
today, no one believes those vision

They'll fall for the traps,
blend within the gaps
tricking and treating strutting around
the atmosphere lit with the hooting sound.

Time forgot her,
but you didn't  
she still lives in the memory
her imprints on the places she touched
her thoughts in her diary full of poetry
her last words carved in the cemetery
and the smiling photographs in your album
still keeps her alive
she's that birdie flying
and that butterfly lingering
always buzzing in your mind
she's still part of your life,
she won't die till you do.

I love new technologies
all erupting every next day
with new features
and temptations


But all these technologies
are baby monsters
growing day by day
to achieve mass laziness
trapping the world
in the maze of addiction
making them lean on them
for every little things
These monsters will together,
one day,
achieve world *******