#queries
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do you feel it ?
like an empty unhaunted room
with the night fooled
it's curtains drawn ?
like a forrest
extinguished of creature sound ?
do i feel like my child feels
like when he is sad or neutral
or pondering the number of his age (5)
or figuring how to tell us he broke a thing
or to brag
about his new favourite discovery ?
do i feel as nature
( for surely that is unavoidable ) ?
or like a forgotten astronaut
(later to be noted in song) ?
whatever i feel
it's some kind of exploratory action
that's always the way, isn't it ?
a 'goddy' thing
i feel like i'd rather not feel
i know fear explored provides reward
but i habitually drivel information
and check in inflamed on habit patterns
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 8:48 PM UTC
There are times where I’m not myself.
I walk and stroll the passerby’s
With foreign eyes
To see if they can tell.
I am a lie of omission.
Not quite the truth.
A bit of a straight arrow,
With flavorings of the uncouth.
I’m not healthy for you,
(nor would I want to be.)
I am unattainable,
I am fiction,
I am fable.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 10:06 PM UTC
“****But wrestle I do nonetheless,
for the pleasure of this (non?) soluble
problem that both creates
queries & quenches
simultaneously, so I break off this
thinnest wafer to share with you,
offering this notional***”
<~>
mine own words return, Halloween hauntingly,
every event adds layering failure to comprehend
and the frustrated anger dissipates into a thousand
swirls,
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
Bound to an unknown fate
Here, the actions take place
Behind the veneer of life
So many centuries of struggle
Mental turmoil with acceptance
Surrounded by vague elucidation
We have tried many ways
Followed different paths
Traced our footprints of the past
Wherever we have been
Burdened by many more questions
We have many more queries
Insatiable souls looking for evidence
The ground beneath our feet
And the sky above our head
Caught between a strange paradox
We cannot travel beyond
Limited accessibility to the vast unknown
Unknown force limits our enthusiasm
In an aim to reach the ultimate culmination
Will be a befitting finale
For the souls which have been seeking
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 7:34 AM UTC
Those sparkling eyes, that charming smile
That countenance full of love
You cast a spell on everyone,
Innocence, you are a child!
Your naughty pranks, your witty lies,
Your cries and your giggles
I have no answer to your endless queries
Innocence, you are a child!
You know no caste, you know no creed
You know no envy and pride
You put to shame, men at war
Innocence, you are a child!
I watch you sleep, undisturbed
A picture of serenity!
With a smile on your face and a tear in your eye
Innocence, you are a child!
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 5:09 AM UTC
Why are we born?
What are we doing here?
What will we do
To the lives given to us?
Many questions asked,
Trying to unmask the truth;
But no one else knew
The true reason for living.
Some pursue what they want,
Some take the toll.
Some ruin other’s lives,
And some, clueless as it seems.
Why are given
The life we’re living anyway?
Does Fate play it safe
Or is it God’s plan?
Try finding it out yourself,
You might be surprised;
The people around you are clueless
But you reflect why.
No one else know
Your reason of existence
Except yourself;
Look into a deeper side.
I might have just
Found out my own reason;
If I guess I didn't,
I wouldn't have written this.
The answer is just
In your own self.
Just dig deeper though,
And you might just find it.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC