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Jehkaran Singh Mar 2021
Theme - Inner Peace

Getting nauseous of feelings
have dilemma about concealing, presence hypothetically that's my paranoia
or just changing of myocardia
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Jehkaran Singh Mar 2021
Theme- Inner Peace

Tranquil of vehemence
blended with some old school music usually dejection feels intense
when raised out of the catastrophic, emotions
Jehkaran Singh Mar 2021
Soliciting an escape
a door, a window from I could fall,
lend me the cape
that'll help my emotions to stall,
I went to the gateway of repentance
together with my delusion,
They said it wasn't the presence
that alone counted for being in an illusion
An escapee reaches greater depths than a normal person. Here I’m an escapee and I want to escape all the reality but when I reached the gateway of regret it wasn’t only the mere presence that counted for the justification of me being an escapist …
Jehkaran Singh Mar 2021
aim for greatness
we get trapped in idealistic way to live that's no ordinary menace
perhaps a false way to survive...
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at ****** are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to **** you
to **** anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art

— The End —