#visible
For even space is occupied,
There is both foreground & background.
That which is visible
And that which is elusive.
Like vapor from water forming clouds.
Like gaseous vents expelling
What can not be seen, but felt.
All is & all is connected.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 11:24 AM UTC
You can look at it
You can admire it
But you can't touch it
To expensive for your taste
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 12:04 PM UTC
#*Destinies can be customised
ill fate can’t be changed
A jay walk in the middle of chaos
Wise would not be the choice
Less is visible to the eyes of the old
Yet, there is much to behold
A worn out piece of art
Still a part of someone’s heart
Foggy mirrors cool down
And show the truth in light after all*#
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
We’re there
We’re visible
Maybe to a family member
Or a long time friend
Or a favourite teacher
But to everyone else
We’re invisible
Occasionally
We become visible
To a group that’ll punch our faces in
Of course we’ll be visible to the doctors
How else will we heal?
But after that
We’re invisible
Until the group strikes again
Can you see me?
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 5:23 AM UTC
What you read right now
lies in the visible region of
my soul.
-Ikigai Poet
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 14
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
Fi zulmat qatimat alruwh,
Du’i almaryiy yuadiy hatmana ‘iilaa mashhad jamil,
Baynama ‘ana ‘ashtaeilu binafsi bshd,
Fi zalamik al’abdii ‘me altahmil sabri!
Ya Habibi!
In Your grim darkness Soul,
My visible light inevitably ensues a lovely scene,
While I am furiously blazing myself,
In your eternal darkness’ with my patience endurance!
Oh My Beloved!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT – BK 2018
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
i don't wish to be invisible
but i wish they'd never seen me
or heard my voice.
i wish to be known and i guess
also to be loved
without anyone ascribing a sense
of beautiful or ugly to me.
please!
i wish you would expose me
for the brave comment
for the snide remark
for the gentle mention
for the valiant mistake
that i am.
but--stop! don't do it,
my pretty face is my shield
and if i weren't so scared
i would've already destroyed it.
i would've made my invisible visible
and you would all see what i am,
really.
don't do it
i wish i could do it for myself:
to be naked but not afraid
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC
You let your feelings be said on paper
Rather than saying it verbal
Amazing how the emotions fade like vapor
I start to wonder, am I visible?
Staring at me as if I’m thick
You really think I’m that stupid?
Who am I to you, some young *****
Guess you don’t know I heard you say it
I wish I could read your mind
To see where you get your motives
Wondering why you think I’m blind
When I see you carrying your explosives
Opinions dividing me as a human
No matter what; no one’s thrilled
One thing surprising is the confusion
Better be careful to not get killed
Living life without a say
Going through all the struggles
Tryna make it out as though I am brave
Though my pain should be clearly visible
Where are my friends, are they here?
Ghostly marking their presence
I think I can sense something in the air
Or maybe that’s just my annoyance
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 5:17 AM UTC
I'd rather walk
a city street;
where, at least,
the people passing do not
know my name,
much more than
I would enjoy
walking into
my local grocery store:
where I am
too visible.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 6:29 PM UTC
I wish you well
My dear old friend
My green-backed flame
Set along the clouds.
You lie beyond the night
When the people have all
Fallen asleep in their cots
Doomed to awaken
To a gilded sky that brews
With unseen grace
Not invisible because eyes
Cannot track it
But invisible because gazes
Are melded with the grass.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
I am not a mad man
Indeed, I’m not a man
I am the Fisher King
An enigmatic fraction
Of your frantic imagination
I come and go as I please
Mixing serene silence
With immaculate impotence
Who will help me
The King and his kinsmen
The King and his people
A barren madman
In a barren world
Living on hope alone
Hope and make-belief
Yet behind the façade
Of a harmless hermit
Lies greatness and goodness
And the promise of purity
The meaning of life
And the riddance of meanness
The secret of bliss
Without ignorance
The purest pleasure
For both body and soul
For the King and his kinsmen
The King and his people
The barren madman
Changing the barren world
Into a painting-like paradise
So forget about reason
And the rules they imply
And embrace the essence
Of my delusional ravings
Look out for the invisible
Listen to silent whispers
And expose hidden meanings
I’ll be here for a while
Resting on the riverside
For I am not a mad man
I am not a man
I am not mad
I am the Fisher King
A barren beacon
In a dark, dark world
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
" the spectator "
i am not writing for 5k
i'm not preparing for compilation
i am not trying to set new record
i'm not trying to impress you,,i was just saving my life
the thing is.... I feel like dizzy because i am lack of sleep
doing alone all the laundries
then i need to wake up early to hang those over
even though i am too sleepy!yet 12 hours of driving is await for me
i am telling you this because my privacy
is just like a book on the library
you can read me all over again,if you want to pick me up
but then again,,there is a policy beyond my legacy...
" ONCE YOU ARE GETTING STARTED TO TURN ME ON
YOU WILL STAND-OUT AND I WON'T EVER LET YOU DOWN "
MY SWEET AND WARMTH ACKNOWLEDGEMENT TO ALL
EVER SINCE THE DEBUT POEM OF MINE,,HEARD BY A CALL
starting from then on
my INVITATION and INAUGURATION
boost my self to face more aspiration
and i do believe that " a day after " is our comprehension
such as my own motto in life and it goes something like this...
" Tomorrow will never be the same beautiful as you unless you keep
yesterday seems to be precious,, for you to surprisingly
survive the essence of today's challenges! "
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
Who told you that there was something like soul-mate floating around in the depths of the air?
Who told you that even air has depths?
Was it during introspection that it dawned upon you that all shallow things have depths?
But then, the air is not shallow;
It is not deep, nor shallow;
How has the shallow air depths?
If there are soul-mates floating in the air, it cannot be shallow;
If the air is a mere mixture of gases, it cannot harbour depth.
Now turn everything around:
The air is shallow because it has souls floating in it;
The air is deep because it is a mixture of gases-
It is all a tale of contrasting realities,
And I am asked that why is the shallow air deep, and where is the depth hidden?
Hidden?
If somethin is hidden, how can I measure the depth and the shallowness?
If it is visible, I cannot see it.
I cannot see it even when I see it.
After all, things visible are invisible,
And relatedness is a centrifugal force.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
I'm sick of hanging
sweaters on clothes lines
where the sleeves,
stained blood red,
are visible to the rest of the world.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
You feel shy but then
you throw kisses at me
My love, you surely stop my heartbeat
I want to get lost in you
Look at your toned legs
Are they hiding something?
No, they reveal and entice
Pushing out that inviting shape so clearly visible
An avocado
Or something juicier
I can’t wait to hold you in my arms
and deeply **** kiss
your fluffy muffin
A thousand and one times
until
you scream in pleasure
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
The sun is put to bed
So that we can see,
Through the opened window
Into eternity.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Will you love me if I said
I have AHDH
(attention deficit hyperactivity disorder)
That I will jump before you speak
Will be impatient to get my way
I can love u and hate you at the same time
I will nod, but not understand.
Will you love me truly, even then?
Cause your love will make all the difference.
Will you love me if I said
I have BPD
(Borderline Personality Disorder)
That I will be so drawn to you
That I'll throw myself at you
That more often than ever
I will question you if you me love too
Then I'll doubt you if you do
I'll accuse you of using me
Then I'll offer myself to be used
I will shunt between 2 shades
There is no grey for me
Will you love me truly, even then?
Cause your love will make all the difference.
Will you love me if I said
I have Bipolar (Disorder)
That my mood swings like a pendulum
That I will drive you mad
Or make you sad
Or I'll laugh till I drop
That you will never understand
Who I am today
Dealing with my situation
Will depress you.
I can literally **** your life out too.
Will you love me truly, even then?
Cause your love will make all the difference.
Will you love me if I said
I have NPD
(Narcissistic Personality Disorder)
That I will always think of me
That my dreams and aspirations will be so big
I wont have time for empathy
That I left my childhood behind
So don't bug me with sensitivity
I am afraid of your committment
Cause no one can hold me still
Will you love me truly, even then?
Cause your love will make all the difference.
Will you love me if I said
I am terminally ill
That my pain is unbearable
My hope has dimmed out too
And I can see no end to my misery
But even though my life's a thread
I really want to have a full life again
I want to be able to trade my pain
If someone would only be game.
But I know it is not possible
Hence I ask for what is
Will you love me truly, even then?
Cause your love will make all the difference.
You see this world's bursting with people who ache!
You and I have the difference to make.
It is so easy to empathize
With someone who pain is visible in daylight
But spare a thought for those who ache inwardly
Trapped in a battle with their minds eccentricity!
If your courage be so strong
That pain not withstanding you choose to bond
Live that life that gives glory
Share that love, that speaks a story
Love ceaselessly, love like it truly is!
Love above humans no one can
Cause loving like HIM,
Needs a supreme hand!
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 5:09 AM UTC
Eyes dance across ,
The wondering images alive.
Visible to those,
With a perceptive eye.
Focusing on whats in sight,
Figuring out the reaction.
We are visible to those,
With the eyes to see.
We stand in plain sight,
But are ignored by the tyrants.
The ghouls, The thieves.
Perception is everything,
When it comes to seeing whats in front of you.
With eyes to see,
You are visible.
Visible,
As a canvas of vivid colours.
Visible,
As a storm dancing in.
Visible,
As a house burning with fire.
Visible,
As a mustang and his kin.
We are Visible,
We are the perception.
That you see.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:47 AM UTC
that perfectly shaped bone,
i can see it right through
your tender and thin
skin,
it is visible when you
breathe and swallow
my taste,
my venom.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC