#dullness
The hum of life goes silent
No longer is there the buzz of people around me
No ocean waves
No gentle wind
No murmurs
Whispers of what could be and what was
Silence
There is no feeling
No buzz in the fingertips
No flutters in the heart
Dullness.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 2:41 AM UTC
Another same day,
I search familiar details --
for a difference.
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 3:52 AM UTC
I still remember
the playground and the woodlane --
Boring afternoons.
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 3:02 AM UTC
Alone, Alive,
In the midst of skies,
Sat my soul fed up of lies!
Searching for truth, in starry eyes,
A reflection of hope, to dispel the disguise.
Amidst the shimmering starlight,
I saw a bleak dark sky,
As if it wished,
To hold me tight.
The roars were high,
The stars? they glimmered bright,
But ah! That sky,
Why did it caught my sight?
For in its depths, a secret slept,
A mystery that my soul had kept.
With utmost sigh,
My heart, pounding high,
I dared to ask the bleaker sky,
"You're dark, you quiet,
You ain't alike the rest of the sky,
But I wonder, why
I'm lost into your sight!"
The sky replied, in a whisper low,
'Your soul is drawn to the secrets I know'
"A forlorn soul has no secrets you know?
What secrets to keep?
When you know them all,
But they all, know you
But do they really know you?"
The sky smiled faintly, with a hint of pain,
'Your secrets are safe, but the truth remains'
Some truths these days,
Are a sorry sight,
Be truthful,
And you'll have no friends,
Be untruthful,
And you'll have swarm of fans!
'Honesty's a luxury few can afford,
In a world where lies are the popular chord'
The drummer no more
Drums tunes of truth,
Since, the crowd gets good,
With the sheer untruth.
Why Blame the Crowd,
Why Blame the art,
When the devil and demons,
Both reside in our hearts?
For in the depths of our souls,
a battle rages on,
Between the light of truth and the darkness that's grown.
To sail through the darkness,
Takes a lot of tides,
Hence people are good,
At its piercing strides!
"And though the darkness may seem to prevail,
The light of resilience will never fail"
Why can't we light,
Our lamps of hope?
Our lamps of courage?
A faith to cope?
The fear is in us,
The fuel is in us,
When we are our dawn,
We are our dusk?
When we are the universe,
The universe is us?
Why can't we be,
What we are truly should be?
But settle for less,
And don't set us free?
"For in the depths of our souls,
a spark remains,
A flame that flickers
with the light of our true selves' reign"
To blow a candle,
Needs little hope,
To burn it all,
Needs a brain shallow.
"For in the blink of an eye,
a spark can fade,
And in a careless move,
a world can be made!"
It was you to decide then,
It'll be you who decides now,
They knew it then,
The'll know it now,
Then why not do,
That's best to do?
"For time may change the circumstances,
but not the soul,
The choices we make,
will forever be our goal"
'Arise, awake,
You forlorn soul!
This world's a dais ,
And you're a hero,
Who came here with nothing,
Who's gonna go back without anything,
Then why not do that's best and supreme?
The greatest prize,
Is the breeze you breath,
The water you drink,
The food you eat,
Your healthy body,
Your happy people,
Who make it worthy.
Your happy soul,
That makes you free
And one fine day,
When you're done with your plot,
You'll get that heavenly call,
Anywhere, anytime
Aptly on spot,
And you, human soul
Will yet again,
Be 'Nothing'!
Hence do yourself a favour each day,
If you should and must,
Till the day you stay,
Tell yourself it's not bout fright,
But how you end up things in delight
Ever truth,
Has a darker side,
Every lie,
Not gleams that bright,
Give yourself the best you can give,
'Before you die,
…live!'
Before you die,
…Live!
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 1:24 PM UTC
My daddy—he once told me
don’t ever play with nuns
they’ll hit you with their rulers
it won’t be any fun
I snuck out of that prison
and now I’m on the run
Once freed from that schoolhouse
I sunbathed in the sun
I stayed out late, I went on dates
looking out for number-one
When I think of what I went through
of all the tired repressive lies
I keep running wise, in slick disguise
my purpose is renewed
Don’t ever let ‘em tell you
you can’t have any fun
If they preach that hackneyed drivel
grab some things and run
.
.
Songs for this:
Cold Heart (PNAU Remix) by Elton John & Dua Lipa
I'm Still Standing by Elton John
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 11:48 AM UTC
Inside me lives the regret of high school.
Was standing beside achievers worth it?
I stood proud, loud; but what did it cost me?
My crippling body—frail, pale, and exhausted.
Was this the trophy? Was I proud to show this?
I was among the great, yet I was a pretender.
A pretender that I was okay with this lifestyle—
To keep up with the pressure, but was I really?
In the end, who was I trying to impress?
Was I supposed to feel this empty?
I achieved something, yet it meant nothing.
I stood on that pedestal, but the crowd was empty.
Now, I carry on the weight of who I tried to be.
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 5:01 AM UTC
I'm the first to leave,
because I'm a spectator --
of repetitions.
Aug 10, 2022
Aug 10, 2022 at 3:54 AM UTC
Am I a MACHINE?
For I feel;
automatic
broken down
dull
There’s no
Repairs to be done
I am a Machine -
Full of bolts
And scrap
Driving me haywire
Until;
I don’t work anymore
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 9:07 AM UTC
… and then he massaged after months
my heart lost its rhythm
my mind lost its focus
my fingers lost their control
my eyes lost their dullness
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 4:19 AM UTC
That weight in my head
like honey in a jar
Dripping pain against insides of my skull on whichever side I roll
It's heavy, but floating
like black and sluggish cloud
Dripping, dizzy
Caused by dehydration, maybe stress,
or else the tears I never cried are staring to solidify.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 11:56 PM UTC
Pale light
shines down
reveals the blank page.
Nothingness; an opporunity
- infinite.
the fool rushed in,
fiddled with some words,
adding up to nothing.
That’s the worst of it;
light wasted
and ink
and paper.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
A taste like a hay,
Nothing satisfies
No one can save me
From my ability to realize.
Internal combustion takes over me,
As I stand on my own;
Trying to keep me down all the time I had myself shown.
So, save me from this, make it end? I thought I'd say;
“No, I’d do everything to keep you breathe instead of to live.” It said.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
✿ ✿ ✿
Haiku is not true
poetry by any means:
formulaic = dull
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 2:52 PM UTC
They strung me up.
Not by the neck,
that would be
too quick.
No.
They intended
a slow torture for me,
bound one foot,
bound my arms.
I heard a voice:
*Escape is possible
if you want it.*
And I was alone.
At first I struggled.
Swayed back and forth
from the wind, and the weather and the
pain,
to no avail.
But eventually,
I learnt to just
Stop.
If this was my life,
So be it.
I was not going to provide
a show of my misery
to any God.
I saved my energy,
learnt to live with seeing the world
pass me by,
learnt to see things
from a different perspective.
Torture?
This was nice,
relaxing even,
I could hardly feel the pain,
could block it out
almost entirely.
Perhaps this is what I wanted
all along -
an eternal break.
Fool that I was,
I failed to realize
the torture was not physical
but mental.
Slowly I grew bored
in contemplation,
in limbo,
in apathy,
in atrophy.
I remembered the voice:
escape is possible,
I remembered
everything I wanted to do
everything I still yearned to do.
All the beauty and the goodness
and the possibilities of Life
made me ache,
and I could not block it out.
Suddenly I saw:
this was not torture
but a test.
My time of suspension is up,
These are but ropes,
not chains.
I know the way out,
and I am not afraid.
There is work to be done.
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
Stagnancy living
in colorless morning.
sunflower sunshine disconsolate
the rooster sings
eulogies and clamored verses
ringing alarm bells in cockcrow
cough drone weary eyes
dew-tied memories of
reverie weepy
aching legs and chest pains
cotton cozied pills crashing
underneath plastic caps
prescription taps
Tylenol Benzedrine
relapse body thinning
cities wearing
ergonomic tragedies
encircling business quarter
daffodil rooftops
steady rain descending onto
varnished sidewalks.
Addicts pirouette dazzled the
hazed-minds dreaming of
Aprils and consistent harmonious
ecstasy visions stampeded
by the brickwork flickered with
lamplight demons overcast this illusory Babylon
trembling flesh retreats into the shadows it came
and nightmares remain similar to days before and after.
Recycled horrors lightning flash abhorrent death
whether they be wearing black suits or black robes
scythe or satchel the wide eyes scour gaunt alleys
for fixes to fix the monotonous life bewitched
with false material variety anxiety deity
Desecration City express way to depression
oppressed people hide away in simultaneous acts of
camouflaging fireballs
spiraling into decadence.
Diamond days few and far between
communal woe reverberates through skins
and skeletons in opening of top story windows
during Winter. Despite the fragrance chaos,
pandemic paranoia,
extinguishing elation,
All bodies continue to be
alone.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
And there you were,
Black and white.
Emotionless: No excitement, no euphoria, no sadness, no fear,
Void of art, void of darkness, void of light.
How easy it is to be distracted away,
From you, from that of which is so important,
Yet your dullness can be compared to a lonesome tree which for a hundred years had had no sway,
Or a handsome husband who is nothing but impotent.
How deep, how dull,
And yet attractive to some.
And in these wee hours when the very air seems to lull,
And I slowly drift off hoping to tear through the fabric of space and time,
I pray I don't get distracted.
Because to understand that very dullness,
Is to conquer and to finish what I started,
And to blossom in all a nerd's fullness.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
Pure anticipation
at the moment I
can rush into your
open, waiting arms
and brush my lips
against the smooth
softness of yours
is what propels me
through the dizzying
dullness of each day.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC