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Trying to learn, while I learn to fail
Not to be fixated now that I have set the sail
Towards a wiser me, maybe a brighter me
Decided to travel through the travesties,
Only to enlighten me.  

All I was hoping for was an illusion,
Was it an illusion of my creation?
Maybe nothing but just a delusion,
Maybe I'll get through it, hoping for an end
Never realized how I was missing the point,
When I let my laughter suspend.

They say it is all about the journey and not the destination,
I always figured they didn't understand my situation
What's the worse that can happen, they ask
Well, I may come short of the handed task.

Is it all in the process, I wonder
Is pondering about the end game always a blunder
Weren't we all meant to get somewhere, achieve our goals?
Or are we always trying to fill a hole,
A hole without which we can't be whole,
A part of us, this hole so wide,
It can make you do the unthinkable,
A hole of the unknown in our very own little fable.

I'm always at war to figure out the answer,
Maybe the quest in itself is a paradox,
Maybe I'd be better off figuring out the way
To love the journey and finally think outside the box.

The answer had always been in front of my eyes,
I couldn't unwrap myself from all the lies
The untold truth of what we were supposed to be,
Not finding the hidden treasure but being the voyagers of the sea,
For the treasure is what you see,
When you become better than what you were meant to be.

Just a little older, just a little wiser
Now understanding that I was always a miser
Holding onto my darkness and never letting go,
Now I'm making memories that I can never blow.

The destination had always been on my mind,
Always right in front of my eyes,
I was clouded, I was stranded
The rewards always seemed nice
But walking when I was supposed to run
Made me comprehend that the journey is what is fun!
Ileana Amara Jun 2020
my poems sway of love, tragedy, and growth
and at most times, you tug me into undead thoughts

a moment to reminisce into a play of illusion,
we sat across each other, making the most of there is
your existence, your memory forms a remarkable fusion
you're a masterpiece sitting before me, a view I long to seize

you were a nostalgic daydream from the past,
you held my hand, captivated my eyes, with a spell of love you cast.

you were there before me, alive in a memory and illusion
slapping myself back to reality; you're undead but gone and changed
I am haunted by a romantic, untold tale that left me estranged
this is a play of illusion, nothing but a subconscious' work, I stare at the empty space, reaching a dead-end conclusion.

IA
Aseel Jun 2020
It’s an illusion
For someone to drag you
Out of your confusion
To watch you smoking
And find it amusing

It’s an illusion
Your soulmate
The perfect half
the one to wipe your tears
And draw a laugh

It’s an illusion
To find someone
Who doesn’t want to change you
Accept you as you
Just you
Without making of you, someone new.
Nana Alli May 2020
We all want to be perfect,
But what is perfection?
What does it take to be perfect?
I look in the mirror
And I see perfection
I look in my soul
And I see depression

I see a beast,
That will never be accepted
A lonely soul,
Surrounded by people
Yet, invincible
I see me yearning to be loved
So,  I cry myself
To sleep everyday,
Contemplating suicide

But when I wake up,
The first thing I see
Is my perfect reflection in the mirror
So, I smile
Hiding my fear of perfection
Little do I know that perfection,
Is an illusion
And suicide is never the solution!
#thinkinginwords
nick armbrister May 2020
I see you you've come back to see me
You all in black trouser suit
With a bit if lipstick not needed

You're slim and medium height with tied back hair
We get on well you tell me how you feel

I say I've done a poem for you
I fumble in my book to find it
So many messy pieces here

Where is it?

I was just working on the bit where we need ***
Yet me being tired got in the way
You tell me things and do so now
That you are ***** and want me

I know your long workday will vanish
What we should do now is ***** hard like strangers
For we still are arnt we?

Me the mess, the messy writer, you the normal gal
I see you before me as I did the last 3 Saturdays
We will go now to be together
I am grateful you are here

Please know that and I do love you

I who can't even organize my poem book
I need a new journal I'll steal one from work
Come my dear you look lovely in my dream
Whisper me your name dream lady

I love you please don't vanish

I know you're real in my dream and head
But different here in my words
For I forget things but not how I feel
I'm sorry you've been hurt before

I like it when you smile...
Jabo
by Nick Armbrister
Manish Anne May 2020
Spit out thunder,
Fortress of emotions,
Buried deep under

With every beat that drops,
Pounding in my heart,
Dancing with me

Moonlight drives, crimson
Red painted sky,
I sense drama everywhere
Draws me to the truth

And when Nature,
Holds your hand
And says, darling
The founder is you,
This is your race
Anukrtai Rawal May 2020
The  place  where  there's  no  limit ,
no  fear , no  shame ,
Where  we're  bold &  brave ,
Where we're just imperfectly perfect ,
Despite that place has so many shades ,
Which we're all aware of and addicted to ,
That place is nowhere else but that place Our   THOUGHTS ,
And Thoughts have seasons too ,
Someday  there's  is  cloudburst  which  Brings  out  all  our ­ gloomy  thoughts,
And  someday  there's  springtime  which Makes  our  heart  dance,
But  someday  there's  a  barren land  Which brings  all  our  rotten  thoughts,
And  someday  there's  winter­time  which Makes  our  thoughts  calm and composed,
YES !  This  is  the  only  place  where
We  fit  and  feel  comfortable .
युवराज हे क्या कारण, क्यों खोये निज विश्वास?
मुखमंडल पे श्यामल बादल ,क्यूँ तुम हुए निराश?
चुप चाप  खोये  से रहते ,ये  कैसा कौतुक  है?
इस राष्ट्र के भावी शासक,पे आया क्या दुःख है?

आप  मंत्री वर  बुद्धि ज्ञानी ,मैं ज्ञान आयु में आधा ,
ना निराश हूँ लेकिन दिल में,सिंचित है छोटी एक बाधा.
पर आपसे कह दूँ ऐसे ,कैसे थोड़ा सा घबड़ाऊँ
पितातुल्य हैं श्रेयकर मेरे,इसीलिए थोड़ा सकुचाऊँ .     

अहो कुँवर मुझसे कहने में, आन पड़ी ये कैसी बाधा?
जो भी विपदा तेरी राजन, हर लूँगा है मेरा वादा .
तब जाकर थोड़ा सकुचा के, कहता है युव राज,
मेरे  दिल पे एक तरुणी  का, चलने लगा है राज .

वो तरुणी  मेरे मन पर ,हर दम यूँ छाई रहती है ,
पर उसको ना पाऊँ मैं,किंचित परछाई लगती है.
हे मंत्री वर उस तरुणी का, कैसे भी पहचान करें,
उसी प्रेम का राही मैं हूँ, इसका एक निदान करें .

नाम देश ना ज्ञात कुँवर को , पर तदवीर बताया,
आठ साल की कन्या का,उनको तस्वीर दिखाया.
उस तरुणी के मृदु चित्र , का मंत्री ने संज्ञान लिया ,
विस्मित होकर बोले फिर, ये कैसा अभियान दिया .

अहो कुँवर तेरा भी कैसा,अद्भुत है  ये काम
ये तस्वीर तुम्हारी हीं,क्या वांछित है परिणाम?
तेरी माता को पुत्र था, पुत्री की भी चाहत थी ,
एक कुँवर से तुष्ट नहीं न, मात्र पुत्र से राहत थी .

चाहत जो थी पुत्री की , माता ने यूँ साकार किया,
नथुनी लहंगे सजा सजा तुझे ,पुत्री का आकार दिया.
छिपा कहीं रखा था जिसको, उस पुत्री का चित्र यही है,
तुम प्रेम में पड़ गये खुद के , उलझन ये विचित्र यही है .

उस कन्या को कहो कहाँ, कैसे तुझको ले आऊं मैं ?
अद्भुत माया ईश्वर की , तुझको कैसे समझाऊँ मैं ?
तुम्हीं कहो ये चित्र सही पर , ये चित्र तो सही नहीं ,
मन का प्रेम तो सच्चा तेरा , पर प्रेम वो कहीं नहीं .

कुँवर  प्रेम  ये  तेरा वैसा  , जैसा मैं जग से करता हूँ ,
खुद हीं से मैं निर्मित करता खुद हीं में विस्मित रहता हूँ .        
मनोभाव तुम्हारा हीं ठगता ,इससे  हीं व्याप्त रहा जग तो ,  
हाँ ये अपना पर सपना है,पर सपना  प्राप्त हुआ किसको?
ये कविता एक बुजुर्ग , बुद्धिमान मंत्री और उसके एक अविवाहित राजकुमार के बीच वार्तालाप पर आधारित है. राजकुमार हताशा की स्थिती में महल के प्राचीर पर बैठा है . मंत्री जब राजकुमार से हताशा का कारण पूछते हैं , तब राजकुमार उनको कारण बताता है. फिर उत्तर देते हुए मंत्री राजकुमार की हताशा और इस जग के मिथ्यापन के बीच समानता को कैसे उजागर करते हैं, आइये देखते हैं इस कविता में .
rarae aves May 2020
Feels less like love..
the more you love,
at your convenience..
Where are you when I need you
You show up when you need me
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