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Vishal Pant Feb 2023
you look so pretty on my screen
lighting up my dark room
hooked again, it's after ten
again
begins the diurnal gloom

I really should sleep soon
lying awake to the illusion  
lying to myself, under this neon
sky
I really should escape this self-made prison

you looked pretty on my screen
but my room's gone dark
I finally close my eyes,sixteen
past four
but you'll still lurk
Vishal Pant Nov 2022
Blue hue neon sign
Hung up on the sky
All I see is red
Hear is a no
Wishes was a yes
Could we go back
When it was fun talking
Not knowing how it'll turn out

Hurts like heaven, wouldn't be the same
This one side sad tale
Makes me whole again.
Vishal Pant Jul 2022
VOID
My blue bicycle breezing over the grass
silence surrounded, colors faded
I saw the void gaining mass
knees went weak, I pled
VOID
What lay beyond the darkness
of the mysterious black sphere
I didn't fathom what I saw, not even a guess
The green grass went sere
VOID
Should I surrender to the sans-khrĂ´ma
maybe it was free of war and worries
utopia itself opened to us
or was it an otherworldly bleakness
VOID
I took a step into the vacuity
There wasn't a deity
nor the promised eutopia
VOID
Tried a sci-fi inspired mystery poem.
Vishal Pant Jun 2022
She was in green, like the approaching springs

Her allure like the blooming flower it brings
A short think image poem.
Vishal Pant May 2022
At last it all went away
The thought of your absence
Did all I could to make you stay
Was all I did with my time at once

Now it's all a mess
Easily swayed in the winds
Trust in words, now less
It's all dark now, shut blinds

Like after the stormy sky
The worries and fear
It all becomes blue and clear

You did try
Just what remains is why
Vishal Pant Mar 2021
I still hear my restless rowdy ramblings
The luminous lamp's light over us
No heart breaks,hubris or hindrance
Just an innocent inane imbecile

Our school was a scared site
Where my friends would flaunt and fight
When worries were bereft
And dreams were daft

I am not a joyful juvenile joking around
When will those desirable days dawn
Vishal Pant Aug 2020
A smile is rare among the crowd
even the sky has a gloomy shroud
colorful flowers replaced with concrete gray
more worship and less pray

It's becoming hard to be human
when everybody is concerned with their toman
loving yourself has become secondary
people's kindness is now nary

the world needs optimistic fools
seeing the good where none is left
chasing happiness in the gloomy seas of depression

I might become a fool
if somebody joins me along the way
and maybe these gray clouds will pour away
and the flowers might bloom again
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