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Faizel Farzee May 2020
I don't get it?
How simple is it to stay inside?
Get the essentials, then run back and hide.
I get there's situations, maybe some people's deprived.
I'm sensitive to this, but this is what history created, a unhurried suicide.
A portion of the human race living in luxury, when majority having daily to strive.
At the same time, there are those
That refuse to help themselves.
Is it derived by situation, or lack of drive.
All I know is...
The world is cynical.
Built from living  in a world that's constructed on lies.
Sometimes I wish as a race we could ascend
Elevate our consciousness,
So it's raised above the chaos
Be alligned with the skies.
With morality our compass, a human race revived.
Thinking of things that will never happen.
It's a ******.
It's the truth..
The corruption is ingrained in history
Beating to the evil beat of the drummer.
Faizel Farzee May 2020
We sit inside a timeless cacoon, with the realty of time exempt.
Is this not the time for us to personally evolve
To search our soul indepth.

No pressures from a lucid world
Just you and self respect.
Journey to the depth of ones mind
clean the rooms that were unkept.

A broken heart mends with self love
the reality of this we should accept.
Love starts with the person looking at you,
in a mirror their perfection reflect.

Speak to the parts we use to love
now because of life neglect.
your inner clown or inner child
break free, let yourself express.

If sadness is what holding you back
Dive into this forrest of sorrow, the hurt you have to inspect.
Like tears of anaethesia, away this sorrow will be wept.
a journey of self discovery
it can be worrying
but the journey we take
by reflecting in reverie
Blind Eye Jan 2020
Vraj thakkar Nov 2019
His eyes narrate a story ,
A story her heart could never forget ,
She said he was lunatic and he admits he wasn't perfect ,
But her thorns of ego which hid behind the shadow her so called 'self-respect' ,
Led their fight to hatred and tears which shouldn't have been shed ,
And now both of them wish that they shouldn't have met ,
Though , the decision of leaving each other is a bigger regret ,
Every thought about her makes his eyes wet ,
Nothing can calm his soul no bear , no drugs , no smokes of cigratte ,
Recalling their happy moments seem just like a romantic movie set ,
He was a poet and she was the meaning of his every alphabet ,
He keeps on scrolling about their old whatsapp chats ,
He cannot forget the warmth of her naked body as they cuddled in his bed ,
There are still a couple of her clothes in his closet ,
At nights he spreads around in his room all those shreds ,
Her smell is the only memory he has of his sundered soulmate ,
I told him that this is your destiny, which you have to accept,
If she was your daylight then this is just a sunset ,
It wasn't your fault and you don't have to be upset ,
Life is like a stream , so don't get much obsessed ,
I cannot see those tears in the eyes of this young lad ,
But to justify his broken heart i don't have any reason left ,
The soul in his body without the temperament of her soul has become a serious threat.
Was she cruel and heartless to leave him? Are his words about her true? I will find out soon.
Poetic T Oct 2019
Our world is Unique,
      Were just old copies.


        Diversity is its growth.
Leah Jul 2019
I think I was always meant to love you,
or rather,
I think I have always loved you.

Since the first supernova.
Since the first time the Earth breathed life into her soil.

I think that I have loved you for lifetimes.

In this one
It’s no wonder my soul said,
“Oh hello there, I know you.”
“I’ve been waiting.”

Our souls have been intertwined,
for millennia upon millennia.

Lifetime after lifetime,
I have loved you;
Lifetime after lifetime,
I have found you.

Time and time again,
I will love you;
Time and time again,
I will find you.

Mon cœur est à toi.
My heart is yours.

Lifetime after lifetime.
Time and time again.
Eric Apr 2019
The point in silence that makes your brain implode . Every day becomes a search of relief   and every bit of it filled with grief . The second the feeling hits where the heart no longer exist . I'm broken , and you refuse to understand it . Is moving on a thing .Even with years that I could sing . That you made me feel like there was a reason to being. Maybe I'm crazy and everything I see shouldn't faze me . But your love grazed me . Took the whole side of me out , now every interaction becomes a moment of doubt . I am me , and everything is estranged to what it used to be . Now my world is filled with empty thoughts and actions . With every thought given to your affection . I laid down like I was taught a lesson . A lesson never to forget again . Cause our every action creates a world in between . Cause who knows really what the others are thinking . They could be creating a story without me ever existing . I'm listening , to my non-existent heart beating . It's weaker then before because there once was two beats according to our breathing . But you've deceived me .
aniket nikhade Mar 2017
Missed a few steps while climbing up,
only a few,
however still felt in the same way like it use to feel prior.
Still felt a stumble is better than a fall

Paused for a while
Thought for sometime
Then continued towards destination with only one change in mind
One step at a time till the destination is reached upon.

Bottom line remains the same,
never repeat the same old mistake
Never do anything in haste or in rush of blood
Slow and steady wins the race.

Few things have changed while in present
Few still seem to be the same
Present is what will decide how to set priority according to available time.

Never think of an uncertain future while in present in terms of short term gains
Often in life it's learnt from one's own experience that success has got no short cuts and hence only one step at a time.
Äŧül Oct 2016
Standing In The Abaft In Front Of The Commodore's Cabin,
I Look Back Towards The Towed Wooden Raft Floating,
And I Am Smiling To Myself After Remembering,
How The Angel Was found, Liberated & Lost.
Yes, Sadly, She Went Away, Never To Return,
Probably Her World Was Way Too Cherishable,
And Comparing To Her World I Was So Perishable,
Now I Have Learnt That Angels Are So Very Unnatural.
A spin-off of the immemorable Angel saga.

Angel Remembered part 1/7.

HP Poem #1189
©Atul Kaushal
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