I have to sit quiet,

Wait for the wind

To blow away my tears before they fall.

I have to keep watch

On what I say, what I think.

Even in my sleep, I can’t betray myself.

Gulp each cry, each word I speak,

To be dropped off on a paper no one reads.

Everyone wants a rock to hold onto.

A quick mire, no one needs.

For what do I owe

This heartbreaking happiness?

This eternal river of tears?

For my love, my ego and my fears.

Who can I turn to?

Who can I blame?

For these sad affairs and my sorry state.

My story is better unwritten.

My sorrows untold.

People are fed up of giving sympathies after all.

Bound by the choices, by free will, I made.

I do not have the liberty to complain.

Lisa 1d

Do you remember the first time you realized that there was such a thing as death?
It wasn't in the sad dog your best friend had hanging around in her backyard but it could have been.
Maybe it was in the bloody gums of the homeless you frequently passed on the way to the bus stop.
Avert your eyes, your mother would tell you but they were glued to the fleshy drops of fluids on shirts that used to be clean.
I started looking at the wrinkles on my hands as fun entertainment while waiting for my father to finish his physical therapy.
I also read the Secret Garden on down times.

I'm mute to the content
of others misgivings
            of my silent ego..

Clambering upon my
             every concern,
  yet I'm deaf to their every syllable.

But in reality I don't give a flying fuck...

Flies crept on cremated wounds
                       that had healed untidy..
stitches were never removed
they just descended within
                               suffocating the scars..

Scratching at there depth
within.
              The conciseness
       that caused the cuts to linger.
But still they bled internally.

Your scheming of false fears
            will be actioned upon...
Your just a canary in a coal mine,
        not realizing your already dead.
suffocated within a dark place..

I'm never going to heal,
           but I'm never going to
suffocate on my ego.
         Yours will just sing
till no one listens, sing silently little bird.

Wo kahte hai maine maaf nahi kiya,
Wo kehte hai mujhme guroor aa gaya hai,
Wo kahte hai maine daya karna chod diya,
Wo kehte hai mujhme ghamand aa gaya hai,
Ho sakta hai wo sahi hai,
Ho sakta hai wo galat hai,
Ho sakta hai ki baat kuch aur hai,
Ho sakta hai wo guroor yaa ghamand nahi,
Nafrat hai khud se,
Wo kehte hai maaf karne wala bada hota hai,
Wo kehte hai maaf unke liye nahi apne liye karo,
Wo kehte hai agar maaf kiya hota toh,
Ankho me nafrat,
Aur Zuba pe kadwahat,
na hoti,
Kaise karu mai maaf,
Kyu karu mai maaf,
Sawal kaayi hai,
Par jawab me sirf yahi hai,
Ki meri nafrat unke pyaar se badi,
Na ho saki hai na ho paati hai,
Khud ke liye nahi,
Par mere apno ke liye,
Mai maaf karungi,
Agar sach me aisa hai ki maine maaf nahi kiya,
Toh mai maaf karungi..

Star BG 7d

HAUNTED by my own mind,
the ego ghost envelops me.
Judgements fill mind,
collapsing cells that pulsate once born in heart.

The ego entity knows how to get around
under skin and echo lies to stay in control.

It knows in a blink of an eye when to jump in
so I may not notice.

My mother lived most of her life through ego,
as many others do.

The ego spews out its toxic jargon
to infiltrate keeping me at a lower vibration
away from loves blanket.

The ego ACTS like a SLY FOX
creeping around
delving its paws where it doesn't want.

The Ego ACTS like a SERPENT
floating in waters of the brain
ready to strangle one out of their true identity.

But that leaves me on my spiritual journey
to squash this creature so freedom is mine.

To aline with the angel in heart
who whispers with love and wisdom.

To focus with intention
to have the ego surrender to it
to release its reins of control.

Nows the time to say,
“hay ego stop your nonsense and serve
by focusing on my vital organs
and direct my thoughts no more."

And now, on yet another day,
my sword is drawn
to recognize Ego's shadow,
and stand in power fearlessly.

Thanks to Kim Johanna Baker FOR GIVING ME A VISION OF FOX AND SERPENT   You are my hero.
Star BG 7d

HAUNTED by my own mind
the ego ghost envelops me.
Judgements fill mind,
collapsing cells that pulsate once born in heart.

The ego entity knows how to get under skin
and echo lies to stay in control.

It knows in a blink of an eye when to jump in
so I may not notice.

My mother lived most of her life through ego.
as many others do.

But that leaves me on my spiritual journey
to squash this creature to be free.

To aline with the angel in heart
who whispers with love and wisdom.

Nows the time is here to say,
“hay ego stop your nonsense and serve
by focusing on my vital organs activities
and direct my thoughts no more."

And now, on yet another day,
my sword is drawn to recognize Ego's shadow
and stand in power fearlessly.

inspired by one word "haunted" by Cece Thanks

Look at what you did
Said the Ego to the Id,
Have you no Conscience?

I've written so many,
Some  grandiose, some terse,
And published them here,
To express and converse.
But the most pretentious of all
You've read or passed over,
Is  The Invisible Poem,
Subtitled, Blank Verse.
Some gave it their blessings,
Some cried foul, and some cursed.
Isn't brevity the soul of wit; (Shakespeare)
Writing is 1% inspiration, 99% elimination; (Louise Brooks)
To write good poems is the secret of brevity; (Dejan Stojanovic)
So,
Be sincere. Be brief. Be seated. (FDR)
Take it as is,
For better or worse.

I'm still having fun with this one.

Craving for victory
And Chasing for fame,
Thought only of power
And labored for name.

Soaring up above &
Keeping head high.
Not humble as ever
And rude was reply.

Riding for Zenith
And dreaming Sky,
Not knowing to walk
Knows only to fly.

A Hurricane is Fast
and River is slow,
But which last longer
A Gusting or flow?

Victory Important
Defeat is but must,
It makes you polite
& humble Just trust.

I saw him broken
At coming not first ,
Could not accepted
He could not adjust.

Enjoying the Success
And  Power, Speed,
Not agreed for failure
He did not accede.

Not rooted on soil
On ground so fade.
Not pliant,so shaken
That man, Ego Made.



Ajay Amitabh Suman

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