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celey Jul 2015
obviously masked
standing still in the middle of a crisis
my heart remaining the same as it is
but my expressions
oh, what they're giving away
cannot be taken back

"i'd do it all over again," he repeated.
"and that's what makes me a monster."

i wonder which hurt him more
the fear in my eyes that showed
or the pity
or maybe how i said
"no, but, you're just a boy."
because i was once told
it's not what you say but how you say it.
Amitav Radiance Jun 2015
Words once birthed
From the labored thoughts
To express the once unspoken
Adopted by so many
To give a meaning of their own
Words see so many facets
Of our inner feelings
Into the realm of eternity
Before silence takes over
We shall rely on our words
Weighing every word carefully
They become our extension
We shall fall silent one day
But the words shall remain after us
Trying to give a glimpse
Of the life that we had lived once
Akhil Bhadwal May 2015
I fall, learned
To rise again
I lost, learned
To fight again

I failed, learned
To start again
I feared, learned
To face again

I carried away, learned
To focus again
I died, and learned
To live again


|AB|
Everything learned from experience. Rhyme scheme is a b a b.
Snigdha Banerjee Apr 2015
There are some questions reserved
A few doubts preserved
In my actions
In my words
In my mind
My pen I find
scribbles all that is in my pretty little mind
Old days, I to myself do remind
The 'time machine' as I rewind
Yes I do write
without elements of bias & fright
Yes I do write
differentiating between the wrong & right
Yes I do write
with all fun and sheer delight
Yes I do write
my expressions that may be wrong or right
Yes I do write
What I have seen
The places where I have been
My pen my lucky charm
My diary kept me away from evils & harm
In fact I grew up in their arm .
Thomas EG Mar 2015
Reality hits me
And it ******* kills me
No, please don't say
That you understand

The physical pain
Is sickening, oh
Why can't I be seen
For what I really am?

Well, the thing is
That I actually commit
To the harmless ****
That I care about

Unlike the others
That don't seem to care
They quit, cancel, flit
I can't help but think that it's unfair

Don't you miss me
Don't you notice my absence
Don't you care
That I'm not there?

I hate the crowds
They misconceive how
I express myself
When I'm just the same as everyone else

Or am I?
Who the **** cares?
Let me be who I want to be
Let me do something satisfactory

No, you don't understand
I'm sorry but it's true
You can't sympathise with me
When you don't have a clue...
Ey... Just thought I'd be honest. The other night I was so upset that I felt physically ill and it inspired me haha. Anyway, here's a poem about misconceptions!
Amitav Radiance Feb 2015
The lines on the face
Traces back to the past
So many narratives
And many more emotions
Have made an impact
Deep furrows on the face
Remembrance of life’s events
Sometimes tears flowed
Parallel to the lines of happiness
Etched on the face and forehead
A sanctuary of bygone eras
The face tells it all
A circus lives inside my head

Fortune tellers control my fears

Clowns are in charge of my humor

All you can eat contests make me crave certain foods

A Ferris wheel of thoughts

A merry-go-round of emotions

Jugglers toss around my decisions

Fun House mirrors showing my insecurities

Face painters create my expressions

When will I become the ring master of my mind?
Amitav Radiance Jan 2015
Many sighs between
The heart and lips
Oft, feelings are adrift
Winds of time
Takes hold of the sail
Pulled away
By the undercurrents
Of despair
Megha Balooni Jan 2015
I’m not good with words and worse with expressing. But, I’ll try.
We all are searching for something, someone special. We try to search for dots, squares- shapes that are our similar kinds. We fall innumerable times and sometimes that leaves us questioning our faith, our beliefs, our potential- overall, maybe ourselves. And we stop trying. A hand reaches out to us. That hand stands with you, for you, some times even slaps you while you’re losing yourself again. It hugs you, comforts you in those lonely winter nights and feels the raindrops falling upon its palm through the grills of the window. It guides you, pointing out like a signage and it never fails you. That one person guides you, holds you, loves you for no reason comprehensive whatsoever. They make you look at yourself with hope, with love.
And more than some times, we fail to realise that while we were busy searching for more than something that’s ordinary love, that love had been standing beside us all this while and maybe, more.
Amitav Radiance Jan 2015
The soft touch of poetry
Makes me want more
Words, never the same
Suddenly everything looks bright
The aura of poetry
Surrounds me with happiness
My soul gladdens
With the feel of ink flowing through
Life gets a new meaning
When I look through poetic words
Blank papers sketched
With the labor of love
Soft touch of poetry soothes
The travails of outside world
Life spent in the confines of poetry
Only, not to be contained
In the precincts of this life
Much beyond
You can wander
With poetry as your guide
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