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"despisal" poems
Life of millennials are so juvenile A day they walk down the stars A night they run through a beaconof light Encircled by a drape concealing darkness To baffle those minds with no clue left aside With no hope to survive Either to curb those filthy signs Or to get chucked in broad daylight Is this how those spotless minds Keep their body & soul together With lies and iniquity all together . Life's so miserable and impolitic All we do around is so hasty With a bunch of ethics to live by All we do to turn Equality upside-down With a flock of literates heading through Under the norms of monestry All we do to be a cannibal out of misery Is this how we dream of a paradise, Where there's no humane ilk left in human minds. What if a girl wants to live her life And breathe the air under no ties What if a lassie wants to be a bit sassy, To fulfill every yearnings that come by And to be around those masses Who makes her feel devine. What if a wife wants to outlive that happiness Which she craves round-the-clock Even after she pampers indubitably Every requisite her spouse endures. No matter what she contemplates, Alas! Those desires land to oblivion. This generation never fails to stagger Even if she suffers and serves Every needs of a man that deserves And ease his pique even if he resents. But a man never blunders to let her guard down Frowns like a ruffian who got on the loose Hit & slap her as if she's the lost cause All he does to take control Over his priceless possession As if he enslaved a jailbird in his mudhole. This mankind never rue Slapping someone without a clue Even if there's no rationale to go through. Such a despisal is hard to ponder Even if a girl neither hold out against Nor cross swords against those odds Till there's nothing left to lose. Maybe it's high time, One should stand audacious to those crimes To stand tall against the ferocity That beholds million lives Maybe it's time, To let go of those henious folks That make their life miserably unknown And oppose against those slaps That make them devour, As everyone's one and the same In the eyes of the impartial law.
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Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC
SLAP
Life of millennials are so juvenile A day they walk down the stars A night they run through a beaconof light Encircled by a drape concealing darkness To baffle those minds with no clue left aside With no hope to survive Either to curb those filthy signs Or to get chucked in broad daylight Is this how those spotless minds Keep their body & soul together With lies and iniquity all together . Life's so miserable and impolitic All we do around is so hasty With a bunch of ethics to live by All we do to turn Equality upside-down With a flock of literates heading through Under the norms of monestry All we do to be a cannibal out of misery Is this how we dream of a paradise, Where there's no humane ilk left in human minds. What if a girl wants to live her life And breathe the air under no ties What if a lassie wants to be a bit sassy, To fulfill every yearnings that come by And to be around those masses Who makes her feel devine. What if a wife wants to outlive that happiness Which she craves round-the-clock Even after she pampers indubitably Every requisite her spouse endures. No matter what she contemplates, Alas! Those desires land to oblivion. This generation never fails to stagger Even if she suffers and serves Every needs of a man that deserves And ease his pique even if he resents. But a man never blunders to let her guard down Frowns like a ruffian who got on the loose Hit & slap her as if she's the lost cause All he does to take control Over his priceless possession As if he enslaved a jailbird in his mudhole. This mankind never rue Slapping someone without a clue Even if there's no rationale to go through. Such a despisal is hard to ponder Even if a girl neither hold out against Nor cross swords against those odds Till there's nothing left to lose. Maybe it's high time, One should stand audacious to those crimes To stand tall against the ferocity That beholds million lives Maybe it's time, To let go of those henious folks That make their life miserably unknown And oppose against those slaps That make them devour, As everyone's one and the same In the eyes of the impartial law.
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Does beauty breathe inside a deer whose grandeur follows Each incidental awkward step, each joyful stride, Or does it shine through canvas, rich in vibrant colors, That praises creature’s forceful stance, exquisite pride? Does beauty speak in tongue of natural emotion, In simple words of soul unclouded and sincere, Or does it dwell within a verse, precise and cautious, Its voice revised to flatter every pair of ears? Can someone reach indeed the heights of pristine perfect Adopting vanity, despisal for the flaw, Or would he rive his roots, deliberately orphaned, Rejecting beauty that was always his to own? Not sounding dulcet lie a song sparks flame of sences, But its allegiance to the truth of life pretenseless.
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Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 11:33 AM UTC
The Beauty
There are thousands of us with burning eyes, angry thoughts, clenched fists, muffled screams, broken hearts and failed dreams. We all gather to show our support for the despisal of the world, or at least what is supposed to be 'life'. Our power together is tremendous as we all have focused on the same points. We are something bigger than reality, a linked collection of moments all trying to find the same solution. We need a purpose, we grasp for any reason that justifies all we have been through. Together we can try to form one complete life by filling up all the missing parts with faded memories. Each one of us contributes his moment, his thoughts, his minuscule beauty and then takes his place along side with all the other empties. Together we look at our shrine to purpose, standing back to search for any aspects of reason. As the dark falls on our coalition, we realize that nothing has changed, we cannot build a complete form or find our complete purpose. So every one of use sinks back to our holes and our corners, to go back into hibernation from present reality. Slowly the creation falls apart and finally, we are nothing again. Spring2005
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Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
The gathering of my memories.