JUST TAKE IT EASY ON YOURSELF

 Oh! dear people don’t argue

Think about each other perspective and grew

Learn to analysis within mist

Don’t even think giving them bad list

 

Not everyone one same level

Still enjoy with their view in table

Its not about getting hurt

And just learn, don’t evolve emotional burst

 

It is for your wellbeing

You will be very happy! bell rings

Don’t let other thought involve

You will become mature and finally solved

 

 

 

 

Learn to control your temper

It  will be beneficial health wont hamper

There are lots to think

So, control yourself don’t release in blink

 

It’s a path difficult learning

With your hopes best, you start turning

Oh! dear people you all

Have become my poem in this call

CYCLE

Times feels like its running with three legs

But I have no place to go for

I am just drifting as it sways me

I don’t have a fixed destiny to stay

When an open spirit is binded with laws

The fogs and mists are on the way

Then I feel dumb to keep on moving

The waves carry me, tosses and keeps dancing

I feel like I am sinking in air

To pave my own path my ways

Despite the effort I am stuck in circles

The cycle of motivation and efforts always bouncing

Until, Alas I feel time is still running

And remember I have no place to go

I am just drifting as it sways me

I don’t have a fixed destiny to stay

Text:Cycle in life

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WOVEN DEEPLY

 A child  who repeated life with multiple tries

Is silently embracing the failure and cries

The dedication and believe that use to exist

Has ceased to death and become formality

 

The vicious cycle of digestion and acceptance began

Paving the path with basic survival and responsibility

The world has showed the beginning of demised

Where the truth is spread within the books after death

 

Remaining the play which life plays

Spreading the dice to learn the lessons you escape

They mark their words saying you will know it then

When you suffer and create doubts with rain

 

The desire to learn everything  little thing alone

Has led me to regret lost myself yet to mourn

I had challenged the universe for understanding

The universe fulfilled it all as per the manding

 

And so, the mothers love embraces the child in her arms

I have sown the seeds of similar depths in my farm

The change of perspective and view that I see

Has made me what I am today just let it be

Text:Understanding 

From:journeytopoetry@gmail.com

 

THE TRUTH OF NOTHING

 I  wonder sometimes what do  I have

Also question myself why do I need one

The answer is always the same nothing

I asked why do you think so

 

It replied because you don’t know anything

The more you see the more doubts

The less you see the more question

At a certain frame you won't doubt

 

You will believe you know definitely nothing

It’s a huge word to clarify clearly

Its not a tag for knowing al

But a shame to indulge in confusion

 

 

 

The confusion and delima when you know

But nothing is true honestly nothing is!

You will ask how I will explain

You hear or feel because of senses

 

But your senses don’t belong to you

It belongs to your current body

The matter within you isn’t telling you

The thing called soul too is it true?

 

Once I learned nothing is forever true

I have doubt and confusion swirling through

Confidently I can conclude I know-nothing

And I conclude I don’t want to either

 

Also, at a time you will see maybe

Thee nothing isn’t found in everything always

It’s a bittersweet reality according to my perspective

Which makes me doubt myself even to live

If I may not align with your thoughts

Let you be the winner I will lose

I don’t want to argue about a perspective game

I just want to retire with a peaceful demise

 

If I should blame I can too many

But there isn’t a point when I'm nothing

Whom to blame emotion, perspective, thought or soul

I don’t know nothing at all

Text:Confusions and debate with self

From:journeytopoetry@gmail.com

 

 

 

BETRAYAL

 Mildly expressive, mildly intensive thats just how thoughts form.Just the art hanging for a view the intensity paints ones view.

As I lift my pen to write

I can feel the silence heavily cribbed

What words are left to clearly describe

To the ones who gave me words I evoke to lead it reversed

I would say just because I got the minimum circumstances

You can’t say this is what I am, I am not left to prance

When I am the pawn dancing in your fingertips

Once I believed my world was yours and marched forward was you lead

The comfortable place yearned for haunts me now

The change and crippling feeling are what you left

I got confused by my desire paving path becoming delusional

Hanging to receive answers from your disgusting mouth

It is difficult to express it clearly in paper

The drinks I gulped and its taste I remembered

I believe I became firm just after this incident

Losing the delusional thread of my existence

The time when everyone just thinks about you and your needs only

I was a part not anymore of your silly games u are lonely

I hate the fact I exist in this conversation

I am the phase of the empty, shattered pieces of art for you but I shine in my gallery beautifully IDIOT!

Img: The ache of throughts with swirled up flames

Text:Expressing paints of this emotion mildly for someone not for the author.

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CHANGE IN SEASON

Seasonal thoughts  once in a while.

In the morning

When someone is yearning

In the noon time

When someone is mourning

 

The struggle exists

In the gloomy mists

The reminisce past

U never know it will last 

Nobody could understand

The crops of your suffering land

But see it with another perspective

Are you sure they did it knowingly

 

I would say I predict nobody knowing hurts

But something their product of environment do say

It's difficult to forgive and forgot

As the time ticks I am coming closer to grave

Img: Different seasons

Text:Thoughts are like seasons

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SLEEP

 

Sleep is a vague word for escapism, realistic in tale, yet  longing when lost, difference in perception within each individuals.A broken glass:one hides, the other express it as an oracle in life.

It is a boon and a blessing to become lost within reality

The times you exist, has a thin wire of life and death

It’s sleep which calls and you don’t feel scared just follow it anyway

Then comes the twist to escape the reality when it becomes a lobby

 

Surprising the dynamic, how much will you escape and flee

Then the warrior lifts the white flag up.. to maintain peace

The wind blows and shuts the eyes as the time passes

When nobody cares to pass by

 

It is beautiful or horror to go through the dreams to feel

The lost feeling that you yearn for just to heal

It will take decades of dreams to heal but you will overcome

It’s the law definitely to attract your needs and time

 

Well, how will you question if I could attract my needs with easy

But remember to see the days you should past nights

To bring the light you should experience the darkness

It's just the way universe works but you can overcome definitely

 

The lovely breeze that touches the skin brings back memories for happiness and emotional bling

The sky that you wish to touch have clouds all around

You just need to wait till it rains all the water out

To gain your sunshine waiting for your recovery

Img: Lost in sleep

Text:Weight of sleep

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LOITER EFFORT

 

Is it true the one who sheds scales of effort receives only drought?In the process of indulging in the role they become the very thing they eradicate, as if the energy they transfer never cease.

I have been given a garden

But deep down its drought

Maybe I 've disgraced its value

I don’t look like the war kids at all

 

Despite having everything I possess none

I destroy the perspective within depth's

The depths, which I hold never existed

I realized I know nothing in search of it

What will you say about the contrasting nature

Where the garden is visible but what's left! only drought

All the garden was given as a facade

As I slipped through the cracks I know it lacked

 

I tried to protect the garden with water

But soon I realized it's one sided loiter

It's just a half effort that’s guiding through

As I remember I am always a helper

Img: The ladder of depths.

Text:Peculiar observation

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EMPATH SPEECH

 Just a mere spill after the void took over control.Some readers could relate to the dynamic shift from silence to violence not in action but words.

 

What type of words are left from me to bleed in paper again

Where did it got wrong it's just I don’t know about it anyway?

The art of hiding began after search of light in the lighthouse

But alas it was burned to ashes just left with reminance of a thought to share

 

Why is it that its only my job to remember, understand and make you comfortable?

While for you all it taken and guarantee you blantly tell you don’t want to know and ask just share it

If it was only for the sentence to be formed Why would I tell you? I want to be understood not heard

I also want the priority which I give not taken as guarantee

 

The rage and anger which shadows and wear's a mask are destructive

It lashes out suddenly even during unexpected time yearning for understanding

A small thing also can be a great deal for someone why won't you understand

A vague word understand stands only in my dictionary while for others it’s a vanished word

 

At the end I want you to be curious and let your desire to understand me

But alas that’s only in my dictionary I should only understand that it's your trauma that makes you like this

Also, what about trauma you will induce to me after all this

I still don’t know what words are left from me to bleed in paper again

 

Img: The fusion of colors denoting expression with art.

Text: Empathic tale

From:journeytopoetry@gmail.com

ARTISANRY REVIVAL

A revival expression comes from a glimpse of frustration in the ocean of life. The higher expectation — the need to solve life rather than to experience it, or to live only for a certain stage — shifted.

 I had a thought for a while

Confused! how far I could reach Nile

I saw skills running trying to fade

I am shocked how far did I made

Arts, music, and dancing pairs of three

Was a gift which made myself free

Currently I have been given some more

Poems and writing but I reached shore

 

At least I know I can improve

But I feel like the well's grove

The constant struggle to keep it alive

Is similar to the bees in hive

Then the time comes joining the play

The struggle is to combine I'd say

The life of a student higher grade

Has left me in delima that’s made

 

Still! through the hustle I will climb

I still have spirit, It will rhyme

It's been seven yrs. Since, I wasn’t serious

Now I am anxious and becoming furious

 

Despite the delay I have the spirit

I can do it! It will surely lit

Finally, I 'd say I need only motivation

And learned for myself my little creation

Img: Revival from the drought representation with miniature moss path

Text: Droplets in the ocean called life fused with practicality

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RIVARY AND JOKES ASKED FOR

This poem is dedicated to SAPTARSHI who is the muse of this poem highlighting joy with jokes.

Rivary = a softer, playful form of rivalry, more teasing than conflict

A colorful phase of apple in stage

A huge talker of science with escaping philosophy

Is a philatelia diving into miniature art works

Maximum dementia! ending with question what Is this folk?

 

I bet every words forming sentence which is layed will be questioned what is this again?

It’s not a complain to not know but without the will to dwell it’s empty and numb

Nicknames are staged for the play talks are in circles make dusk till a dawn a day

Details are in loss never remembered or even tried, always a need of re-explanation to play

A hornet is confused? Should I pick on bees or collect honey

   A part from the jokes and playful rivalry

   That’s all that sustains you are ‘bro’-’ther’ and again

    Where are the gifts? I’m just ‘tea’-’sing’

Img: An aged man dwelling in philatelia

Text: Jokes with joy and rivary to play

Suggested by: SAPTARSHI 

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ARTISANRY FADING

 

A minor expression of a glimpse of frustration in the ocean of life.The higher expectation and need to solve life more than experience or live for a certain stage.

I realize it was never me who was good

It was because I was in the crowd

It never crossed my mind that I would realize

Until now I was dreaming eyes closed

 

I realized today what the word average means

I am not blaming the times have designed me

But the forever hustle and bustle to be successful

Is very tiring I can't give a try

 

The destiny and time have designed me

Why me? why situation plays rewind?

Be it skill or jill or rhyme

I have no words left to ease or soothe

 

I can dance, sing, write, poems and draw

But the price is being average everywhere

Even in studies or daily works I am forever struggling

What will I do? How will it shape me?

 

I am given boon just for it be snatched with me

I don’t need anything new let me live in cracks

When I will shape one other will fall

Nothing will improve but a perfect hamster cycle

Did I ask more? How much? since when?

I have nothing left but time ticking to be used predetermined

Who shall I face? The young girl, the little me?

Nothing will improve but a perfect hamster cycle

How will you explain to her?

 

Why set dreams or hopes which cannot be fulfilled

You are the sinner to raise hopes

I hope for your despair from my heart

I mean it I swear

 

jill: youthful

Img: Hamster cycle

Text: Pebbles in the ocean called life

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