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Reality is jaded, memories are faded
The end of a long hedonistic night comes down to the same old plight
Reminiscent of the old days when you never knew you had enough to go on,
In the end, you always got more than what you thought
Is it the freedom that you're after? or is it the one that's chasing you?
Are you trying to create a story for yourself?
Or just being a part of one makes you feel complete?
Maybe you've always given your best, maybe all you need is some rest
Some shut-eye to take a temporary pause in a life that never stops
Will you ever get there or is it just a waste of time?
Will your passion be the wildfire you crave or will it put you in your grave?

There's no end to this pretend, maybe this is the wrong intent
Project what you are, there's no reason to be scared
Madness is the only reality and reality is the only madness
You thought life was a gravy train and you arrive late to the station
But believe that this struggle is your only salvation

Now that you try to fight it, try to snap out of it, it seems harder than usual
This encounter with your past self might not seem so casual
Maybe it has some significance
Or is there another meaning to life?
Well, if at the end of the tunnel you see the meaning
Will you chase it or would you want to transcend the feeling?
Because maybe if you already found the meaning, your life would lose it.
himangshu May 2020
From running across the road
and stopping by the pavement.

To pulling down the window
and peeking on the road.

You do amazing things...

Like the bus you caught
this evening to get back home
Anukrtai Rawal May 2020
For the first time ,
In that beautiful evening ,
He gazing at me ,
That soothing sound of music ,
Both gazing at stars ,
And our first kiss ,
It all seemed so perfect ,
Then i woke up from this dream ,
And the dream hallucinates me and
Tugs my heartstrings even more .
Khoisan May 2020
Look don't be afraid

the mirror captured the time

unmasking your thoughts
Tea Bland May 2020
It's funny to think
that I spent so much
time crying over you.

Until the embers faded—
suffocated slowly from
lack of air instead of
stomped out as I told
you.

We sit at either end
of ashes now when you
have the time.

While I wait,
sometimes I swear I
can see my reflection
in them, showing
me a person that I
barely remember being.

They say the phoenix is reborn
from ash and fire, but I shed my plumage completely.
Nora May 2020
What’s your prized possession?
How do you measure your worth?
Diamonds dripping from your fingers,
Or perhaps a crown of gilded spoons --
Do you adorn yourself with petals
Or proudly dress in thorns?
one word promot challenge: bejeweled
The clouds are especially hazy tonight
Maybe they are putting up a fight,
With the moon and the stars
While I am just sitting here by the river
Gazing at my phone, getting no network bars

Just like the river, in life, there is an ebb and flow
That is the only way I know how to grow
To a newer version of myself,
Fading out of somebody I used to know.
Time, an ever flickering flame
Makes you wonder where you stand,
If there was any other way around
To control it, mend it, change it
So that it won't rebound
The vibrations of time make you astound
It hasn't been kind, you say
Another minute, an hour, a day, an year you thought was there to stay
You didn't know when it flew by
I guess we'll wait for some time until this storm subsides...


Are we all meant to walk a path or should we strive for changing it?
And in turn, changing ourselves, with this passage of time
Pondering about the past and future from where you stand is itself a crime
So are we the criminals or were we robbed of time?


A moment of pleasure, a moment of pain
Ever wondered what's the last stop for this train?
Dust of the future, landing upon us today
The chaos and havoc of the present making your plans sway
Is it time for a change?
Is there any other way around it?

Time, for ever-flickering, is also ever-changing
Changes for the good and the bad
There's no hiding, but maybe we're on track
To drive the winds of change
By embracing them ourselves from the inside
Devoting it towards self-growth and development
Maybe we'll mentally hold on to that idea while letting destiny drive us
Towards a brighter future or a bitter end.

Move on, all alone, if you have to
There's all too much of this agony
The world is suffering but what's there left for you
Let that drive you towards creating a difference
And march closer towards your victory...

As I climb, as I rise high looking down upon the vibrant haze
I'm preparing myself for the next phase...
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