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When tears drown you down
Do not let sadness escape
Make art with the pain
Destruction shall be your muse
Till you rise above the sea.
Tanka is a classic form of Japanese poetry related to the haiku with five unrhymed lines of five, seven, five, seven, and seven syllables. (5, 7, 5, 7, 7)
No one knows
The arcane science of drowning-
Drowning deep in love.
Alas, at times thoughts itself,
Becomes a rapid fire,
Burning the nerves-
Of your frozen illusion,
And you try so hard
To join the dancing dots together-
Yet, a new dawn starts with-
An irascible response,
To an unfair universe.
O dear life, you were made
To break and built.
For my existence to still prevail.
Someday, unveil my sorrow,
And see how my ship has sailed.
Fiery red and mystical ocean blue,
Hidden city dreams and some lonely nights
Then an outburst of abstract purple hue
When all the cosmos crafts an art so bright
A magic will be born and hold you tight.
Secret aura like such seeks your rare love.
No doubt, it knows your heart, the unheard plight.
Let the dew grip the stardust from above,
Flow with this old voyage till is anew.
And let all the colors dance just for you.
Lessons learnt through
narrow spaces.
Some widened themselves
to give your soul
some freedom.
Others ****** every
ounce of joy
and squeezed your bones
till numbness was all you felt.




Space.




You searched for it,
all over your backyard
and then chased for it
in all the wrong places.
If only my dear, you knew-
The most spacious place
was in that beating heart of yours.
You didn't have to be on your knees
begging for a space in his heart.
You didn't have to be in his flesh
if it was made out of deception
and too many masks to count.
You are a galaxy on your own,
you own the stars,
you do not need another shining light
to flee from the darkness.
You need the darkness
to understand your own space sometimes.
You are an endless space yourself,
if only you allow yourself to be.


The cosmos will shiver at your liberation.
But first, own your space,
which is within you.
And when you find yourself,
do go in depths of all those dreams
you had for years,
Fall in love with your soul
and realize, that it has always left a space for you.

Define the edges of a mystical twinkle
That speaks of truth.
An aura that dances in darkness,
And embraces you with its secrets,
While the supernova twirls around
And surprises you with its vengeance.
It is an unfair world,
But when you look up,
It is a magical place.
Where dreams dances,
And horizons gives birth to new meanings.
A piece of you
Reflecting back
The bitter words in your mouth
Too raw to speak
A poet is
Someone in pain
And someone in love
Someone who looks at the world
Through a kaleidoscope
Who takes a magnifying glass to each
And every
Word you say
And lets them imprint on their heart
A poet is
A star gazer
A dreamer
A chaser of
The improbable
But hopes anyway
A poet is
Tissue paper skin
A heart of glass
And a soul of titanium

A poet is
A sharp tongue
And a gentle kiss
She is a sob
He is a sigh
A poet is
The sun at midnight
Bright and
Burning
Hot
Alive
But cloaked in a darkness
They cannot shake
The brightest day
And the darkest night
A poet is
The human experience
A paradox
An oxymoron
So complicatedly
Simple

A poet is
A lover
Who refuses
To stop wearing their heart on their sleeve
No matter how much it bleeds
But rolls them up
So you can’t see
The blood stains


A poet
Is Poetry
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