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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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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ETHEREAL LOVE

 A very odd way to reminisce and collect memory of soul's, dripping with honey.The softness and brightness as sun and moon.A verbal representation that locks tales to sail reaching the traveler ships and sea.

The love everyone describes

Confuses me! when it's my turn

For me this word has a different view

I don’t search for physical, emotional romance

 

This is very difficult to tell

But promise me, you won't judge first

I don’t love like the other do

I have a different taste in it

 

I love everyone randomly

I know it's pretty odd to tell

Now, you may tell it's the love for dear ones

Or for the closed ones, NO! I would say.

 

It’s the same love how you portray

But in a different way

I love many things different way

Many times, I exist and sway

 

I’ll begin, I love the way someone moves,

The way they smile, laugh, speech and so on

It’s the love not like but for temporary period

I exist as their lovers playing the guitar cord

 

I don’t care about the gender at a moment then

I just hide myself using a fan

I hide my expression while living the moment

But when it arrives its only expressed faintly

It's an odd love I would say

I cry with their tears

laugh with their joy

At the moment I love dearly

 

Despite being a stranger

I connect internally deeply

After the moment passes out

Neither they remember nor me

 

I just feel them from afar

Than leaving while closing the bar

I capture the moment in my heart

They never know I created this art

Img: Branches carrying childrens representing innocent love

Text: Artistic people in life

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ABSUDIAM

The ironic view of life as a game is viewed by sensing patterns and lifestyles.It's a point of view expressing the constant similarities which needs to be questioned?The odd law of nature hides riddles of questions beneath, found in the hands of seeker chosen to peek and leave different odor of existence.

I know nothing cause life is a game

I was never told everything not even once

I was lied and will forever be lied

Everything exists only due to masquerade

 

Due to fate and destiny ones succeed

It means I don’t know what's best

I mean what's deserving may not get

Because it is written predetermined with fate

 

It's wrong to bind in shackles and call freedom

What rumors or noises did you filled within me

For what have I become like this

It's you! you! and only you who bewitched me

U don’t even have the courage to tell the truth

Finally, you are glad I am filling paper of sin

How much will I get burned till I could be cooked again

Molded so you could carve me and laugh at the sight

 

The game was of thrones and places

I never compete I never expected the seat

It's yours I am not your opponent or followers

Just release me free from the shackles that bind

 

My soul dreams for the freedom which it doesn’t knows about

I guess it's just tired needs to be recharged

To be moved like a robot forever

Still in a cover it wishes to know what's freedom?

Img: A girl standing in front of a door with neon blue light consisting time frame and clouds to express game setting. 

Text:Life as a game

From:journeytopoetry@gmail.com

 

MY SOUL'S LOVER

 

Written when the reform and reshaping of self just began.The trails of the darkness resulting the awakening sun with handful of experience waiting to shine bright.The small creep of the open door yearning for self existence and its recognition.It illustrates the beauty of every individual if they care to at least, peep themself thorough cracks!same way they expect themselves to be perfect, unique or stand out.It's the self realisation and self-love with it's value and importance for growth and understanding one self.The expressive hidden emotion who isn't regarded and hidden waiting to break through doubts and form belives.It concludes you are special in your own way your determine your value and grace with your words and action for yourself.

 

My life is so romantic

When I know how to love myself

I can feel the fire

When my heart yearns for its touch

 

I can touch the warmth

That's all I need its already enough

Then I know the inner me

I learned how to treat myself well

 

I smile a lot currently

Reminiscing the giggling and laughter it plays

The scenatic beauty of self-love

Is still ideally my romantic interest forever?

I love my laughter a lot

The child within me hugs me tightly

The inner me present along

Cuddles me with warmth and believe brightly

 

I melt, softly and diligently

Unsure how-to response very lovely sweetly

The continuously courtesy and decency

Hoping for them to always be with me

IMG BY: Plainndaa Ангелина

Img:  A girl feeling the breeze with open hands with a yellow toned nature

Text: A poem about self love and acceptance

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THOU IN MUSIC

 

Written asume and imagine different flavour's taste's of many peoples with multiple rhythms who expects at times to be recognised or rememberd for there songs and melodies of life.It speaks about beauty of different beats and emotions linked within each peace.A tale of emotion expressed with melody the communication with art.The representation of unique expression and blend of choices.It also speaks about every human I had, or will meet they have there own level of tunes some I understand and feel familiar while for others I try to learn or watch from afar and admire.With fleeting moments and times I'm learning, everyone shapes there own music.

It is a form of art mesmerized with expression

I learned a lot about it drastically with changing tastes

It is based on your individual peculiar preference

My thought drifted magically on the path musical explore

 

Thou use to listen to pop, western and vintage so on

Thou also know about classical and had a taste for it

At a time, thou picked the vintage and soft beats

Thou taste has been fixed within specific classical beats

 

It is a very individual and deep experience

I never imagined thou could feel this way

I'm mesmerized is thou a masterpiece

Existing spectacularly and peacefully everywhere within melody and song

Thou fluctuating choices was always revolving everywhere around

As thou unveiled the hidden emotion which I'm unaware

Thou couldn’t stop self to go with the flow

Thou became a blessing within beauty of beats

IMG BY:CROMI BOY

Img:  A collage of with music inspiration

Text: A poem about musical intrest of individuals

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SEAS OF LIVING

 

Written to express the melancholy and odd view of life which exist with the beauty just like the day and night forms union to shape this world.The visual imagination of the sea and life when you don't know how to swim.The continuouse process of breathing and taking breaks with air just to rewind and sink in the water again.How many up's and down's will it take to decompose?Was it worthy or worthless.When the wavelength of light reflects with blue or green for me in water while other light reflects in the surface and floats.Can you ask me when I am not the same colored surface as you?I won't understand then definetly!Just become an empath to undestand can't you?

It feels like life is all about surviving the sea

The cycle of drowning will never be like a tea

The hardship settles just for the sand to dissolve and sink's

As I struggle to collect the sand, my soul rink's

 

I breath counted number of breathes and spend searching rest

I collect sands to build my own land my taste

But soon it sinks and leaves my soul to rink

The struggle it forever that’s what makes me think

 

And then people come and say all the time blink!

Blink to survive and feel the beauty in the link

Of the waves, sea's, and their fantasy with your eyes

I don’t know what they want to prove with lies

They say the world is beautiful a lot and true definitely

But only for you to blink! and with change flee

What's the romance that you all see which I cannot

The dual nature of life and living which isn't taught

 

The beauty you claim is a means just to escape

Hiding, creeping, burning, running always with mouth meant to tape

How much can you lie to other and enjoy

Shows the crystal-clear nature of the world just see

IMG BY: Malhotranandni55

Img:  The sea with a girl sitting in springboard

Text: A poem about the vast sea and life

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THOU IN POEM

 

Written to express the beauty of every individuals even apart from the descriptions to create a poem of everyone so you can never tell nobody created a poem about me. It reflects the beauty of words illustrating and paving to grasp the beauty of people like you, but still, it is incomplete because it doesn't match the description. Of course! I could never capture a heavenly being like you NEVER! So I try to shape you with my hands, but alas, I never could. You are the water drop destined to find me ;) So that I could capture you with my camera of poetry and stanzas. You were destined to become my muse. You are the photo frame hanging with hazy faces in my heart. Your beauty isn't even captured by my heart! Now what do I have left to capture you?

Though this look will not remain permanently

It's just for memories to flip, freely

The pages are flipped over to reminisce

The sculpture is made again for betterment

 

A beauty present within the celestial eyes

The eyes shine's as the cosmic star rise

The fluttering lashes blinks for a while

Filled with the flower like beautiful smile

 

As the eyebrow tilts with mystery within

The cheeks blush with smiles like lantern

The hair flutters as the wind teases

The pretty dress is covered with creases

The books thou carry is always a mystery

Sometimes science, philosophy, poems, essays, and history

A quite reserved and silent sea

Splashes waves of emotions just for me

 

The Agave plant is what Thou is

Thou bloomed with patience purity and free

The moments together are short for me

The picture is admiration I 'm lost definitely

 

The definition of surprise is thou definitely

Thou are a poet self-indulging in poetry

Thou describe self with stanzas not words

Picturing self in a frame very beautifully

IMG BY:Mary

Img:  Two individuals making promise with hands representing friendship

Text: A poem for most of the readers

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