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They rose with their toes awash in snow
Breathing the crisp cool air
Their hands filled with icy crystals
Ready to ***** fat little snowmens
But that was decades ago
When the seasons repeated themselves
In a cyclical pattern
But now it hardly snows
It's getting warmer each year
And winter feels so balmy
That we barely need to cover ourselves
With  beanies and sweatshirts anymore
But this isn't how it's supposed to work we know
this is a just a silent warning
That something's wrong with mother nature
We need to open our eyes and listen to her woes
The air no longer invigorates us
It chokes us
Cause it's packed with emissions
As poisonous as cigarette smoke
A grey smog of toxic fumes traps the city
in a web of darkness
Obliterating the beauty of nature
Making us sick
The moment we step outside of our homes
Yet we turn a blind eye
And a deaf ear
To these explicit red signs of trouble
We dream of visiting gorgeous locales
Capturing the beauty of majestic snow capped mountains
But never do we dream
Of the imminent catastrophic collapse
That'll sweep us away
If we forget to get up and act
To save our planet
And thus save ourselves
From being wiped away
soon
A poem on the pressing environmental issues. Do give a feedback
I experienced love in the form of a disease
Which didn't felt too bad
When it was incubating
But then it slowly spread as an epidemic
Throughout my being
In the form of unkept promises
Contradictory actions
Weightless and later vile words
Lack of concrete commitments
Reluctance to compromise
Monstrous ego
Blighted dreams
Which wrecked havoc with my emotions
And caused terrible mental agony
While amplified carnal lust seared my body
And imparted a lasting soreness to it
I may not have succumbed to this disease
But I'm still recuperating and recovering
It has slayed my strength and desire to love again
Just a morass of tear Inducing memories
Is all I'm left with
Life love sad melancholy memories grief hurt
We, the teens of the new era,
Are quite different.
Maybe this is just self obsession,
But whatever,
I know for sure,
That this generation is
Surely different.
We are mature more than we should be
We are childish even more.
We are not sure about our next step
Neither that our life is sorted,
At least that’s how we see it.
It is indeed puzzled.
We dream so big unlike our predecessor
And then again, at the same time we
Just want to leave the battle at the age of 16.
We are so much energetic
To think of ourselves as the next Einstein
And at the same time we are as lazy as a sloth.
We like to write carelessly
Much like me
And then again we think a lot before posting it
Thinking it wouldn’t remain as beautiful
After this moment will be gone.
But then again, I know we are so lazy
to even consider the very idea of wasting our effort
that we have put into
writing the piece.
so posting this currently,
without even considering the mistakes
that would have been commited.
Without considering
the reaction of the event.
That’s exactly how we are,
Carefree.
Jolly, happy, poetic,
Philosophical moreover.
What, I know only this much that,
We surely are DIFFERENT.
we are surely differnt, kind of born philosophers:)
I could never tell you
exactly what's going on inside my head,
so I'll write instead.
Drown my thoughts in paper & lead.
Keep my hands alive,
and my expression dead.
I remember those drowsy days
Veiled with rampageousness
When you lodged next to my door
For just a fortnight in that fussed room
When you were the killer
And I ..an unrehearsed detective
When you were the beauty
And I...the monstrous beast
Sheepish daunting crass cacophony
The neighbours reported of our peculiar phrases
But fortnight brought feud
Cause you were still unattached
Unrecognized to someone
Who always looked up to you
In spite of your diaspproval
For your grand arrival...
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