#stimuli
we speak on what we know
when we only know nothing
but from nothing where do we go
it is, from whence we came
so fitting it is we know it
and yet, think of it
can you?
deaden your thoughts
let the stimuli
pass you on by
and breathe in
newfound freedom
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 2:31 AM UTC
No wonder
If there is a masterpiece
I penned
Out of my ink
You are there living
Close enough
No matter what
Where to begin?
It's all about you
Around you
Somewhere
In some form
As a profound metaphor
Or a cryptic reflection
Veiled to
The blind hearts
Obvious to
The avid readers
Obviously
She is the poetry
And the poetry is she
She is the art
And the art is she
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 12:56 PM UTC
One day
I will read soulful verses
That lead
Some where
Once upon a time
And it will feel
So right
And
When I have writer's block
Somehow
Still I get reason to
Channel
And start again
An obvious life
Caressing the mind
Echoing the voice
With so much
More
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 11:35 AM UTC
She told me
"I am the Moon."
Seriously
I believed it
Her gravity is
What can't be
Denied
It’s always been
The truth
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 2:06 AM UTC
Whoever architect
The Universe
At first
With a noble purpose
The Sun may have been made
Then
The human may have been
Designed
Among human
They may have decided to gift
Some as an artist
Among Artist
With the soulful ink
Came Poet/Poetess
That time
Something may have gone
Wrong
Most had writer's block
Most often
Finally
A moon may have been made
To amuse the poet/Poetess
Since then
They are musing
They are mused
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 10:17 AM UTC
Writing should never be about who liked it or disliked it. Personally I feel peace, to write events, daily life activity without an end. I don't know topics, I don't know how to blend words like the professionals. Furthermore I don't have that time to decorate beautifully, but honestly I never cared about getting it right and I don't compete besides doing personnal best.
To be precise, we are among those people who (need to) have patience to listen, to see, to feel, and finally process all those stimuli to get back with a better reflection. How much we know them is, how much we have touched their lives.
The extra mile is the factor what makes someone to write. And luckly, I am among that someone.
Finally I write to empty my head.
If we will not write, who will?
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
[When do you write?]
Sometimes
I sense the vibes
What need to be
Defined
In exquisite way
Then
It happens
Other time
I feel heavy
To carry what is inside
Let it out
To release the weight
Then
It happens
One needs to believe
Chirography
As a comfort zone
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 12:47 AM UTC
Since a long time before I know you
I was trying to picture how
My happiness looks like
Now, without any doubt
I know it, you to be true
The deeply placed eyes of yours
Speaks a common language I understand
That’s why
I feel comfort with your vibes
The more I think, the more I find you closer
I intent to understand you, even more
With a futuristic goal
You can find a greater space inside my mind
A stimuli, never felt before
There you reside
Embrace a better version of ourselves
A family
A lady with a beautiful soul
Will you allow me to write more?
What you meant to me
You are beautiful
Let me remind you, in case you forget.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 8:37 AM UTC
In response to the same act
We often notice
Some stay silent
Some scream
Some cry
Some behave as if
They are heart blind
Perhaps we all
Have something
For this
To behave differently
For the same stimulus
Something inside
That makes us
Something inside
That breaks us
Something close to the understanding
Something how we are raised
Something from our circle
Something from the past reference
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
Often
I challenge myself
That time was to make
A robot for a smile
Mimicking 21 ****** expressions
What I learned from Mr. Bean,
I tried.
Nothing cause change in it’s ****** curve
Then,
I tickled, where I use to feel sensitive
Hoping if, it may work
Nothing cause change in it’s ****** curve
[Last hope remained]
Let’s play, a fast pace
Game of Antonym / Synonym, I said
Me Vs. Robot
1. Human (I said) | Robot ( It replied)
2. Day (I said) | Night ( it replied)
3. White (I said) | Black ( it replied)
4. Cry (I said) | Smile ( it replied)
In 1/100th seconds, how? I asked
“Hehehe”, it curved.
I remember,
Probably, that was the only time
Robot smiled.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
Blank expression expresses enough thoughts
the unlived unemoted invasive grows
undefined remaining unused words
undelighted lazy curves
untriggered to any stimuli
selected to roam mindscapes
honest to the truth.
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC
I've written one or two just for you.
A feeling turned thought.
Add it to the pool.
Chaos for a swim.
Cancerous muddy ink of mind.
Maimed and ugly - it's mine.
I have a thought that defines you so clearly.
Tighten all my vowels and trim the fat.
Only...
You've come back to me like this stray cat.
Your a thought unsatisfied unfulfilled unfinished.
I had chipped and chipped away.
You're unblemished.
Forever swirling in my ink.
Done with you never.
Is what I'm starting to think.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC