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Nylee Jan 8
When you do not want to socialize,
and even do not want apologize,
                        .. you say the half lies.
....or half truths?
Nylee Dec 2018
Truth is relative
it shows too many faces
one for each one.



The truth is,
truth lies to some
and lies are true to some
.
Nylee Dec 2018
Which algorithm is going to understand me
understand sentiment behind what I do
It is coded for catching the patterns
For them we are just there
to generate the data to process
What insights will they create
about me when I'm just the outlier
they will remove me to get cleaner results
Generalise the problem
that it won't cater to me
technology is not the *****
they make us dance to their tune
We change, as much as they advance
Develop worse habits
change our routines
from when we were in the more happier place
to a place which comes with waves of sadness.
  Dec 2018 Nylee
Traveler
To the reader this may sound
A bit absurd
But when it comes to her
I hold my every word
I stuff them way down
You see
It's the only way I've found
To self preserve...

And although I don't
Write about her
I could never tell a lie
It's not because
Her memory
Has somehow passed me by

It's not because
I don't dream of her
Tossing in the night
Oh no...
Trying to express her
Could never put things right.




.....................
Traveler Tim

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rW4hZNSVr4
  Dec 2018 Nylee
Meera
He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come
That's how true poetry comes into existence
Nylee Dec 2018
Increase
add more
what is there
is so less.

it is endless
little still
extra need
more to feed
up to greed

no way to rid
there is a thirst
countless prayers
many faces
every day
ending with empty hands

all the resources
forces
on the toes
evolving
multiplying the lives
depleting what is left
it will end
all has been said.
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