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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FOUND PEACE IN CHAOS

 

The dual path of pessimistic and optimistic with ironic existence of reality.Climbing the ladder or falling down both needs eye opener reality.The closed curtains and lost of thoughts needs refreshment or hint of reality.Still a question lingers Do I really know about realistic?

 

I had lived life as a pessimist

The view was deep dark and black

I struggle to catch my breath daily

Everything, every day, and Every work was always bothersome

 

I screamed with the horror and terror

I lost the path to trace life

I felt tight grip around my neck

A body lifeless! yet living with despair

 

A sudden change very difficult made optimist

I started accepting and expecting positive change

It’s a response expecting goodness in chaos

I was delusion and lost my legs

I forgot to walk with my foot

I flied high with expectation and imagination

My belief of change and goodwill increased

Though in the process lost myself deeply

 

Then I woke up and started analyzing

I realized I also exist all along

I deserve a better treatment for myself

I mustered up the courage became realistic

 

I embrace the pessimistic path and grew

I also blended optimistic with mutual benefit

I became highly practical and began living

This is how I survived in chaos

Img: The beauty of village with nature is captured.

Text:It's represents 2 different nature.(Optimist and pessimist)

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FROZEN PAST

 

 It represents the nature which is a like fossil, present just like the long gone past against technological advancement.The hidden beauty of nature has been masked for the struggling individuals who are busy with work and life! while ,freedom needs to be questioned?

It's been a while after a long time my heart cried

It wept over the emotion of humans

It struggled to live a life without internet

Its crying over the fabricated detail s of life which existed

 

It is yearning to connect with nature and people

The beauty of Ghibli remains concealed in the heart

The fabricated emotions are a wonderful art

The representation of breeze, rain, and nature of past

 

Had me weeping and crying don’t know how long will it last

The brightest and darkness of the nature and love

Is only found in those beautiful arts making space hollow

I mean it heals the external layers touching the depth

It’s the reason life is worth even without experiencing it

But the hollow remains seated with mid expectation

Did I ask more? for a simple, delicate, and beautiful life

The emotion and scenery will always remain in my mind

 

I am glad I cried my eyes out given a chance to experience

The beauty long gone never found let me rest here

The greenery, basic living, connection, and heavy emotions

Is all that’s left in a long gone past slightly comforting with emotions

Img: The beauty of village with nature is captured.

Text:It's represents nature 

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PIN DROP SILENCE

 I have no words to speak for silence.The coiled up point when the snake bites it’s own tale.The answer asked  in the void echoes within.Then the tired and lethargic point arrives before old age and structure makes up the character.A mere question sticks until it vanishes  to give birth to new ones.The ultimate escape is the death of the question.The lost of interest and tired point will come in the surface to float.The words are very simple and plain but the expression is huge hidden within each words which isn't represented vaguely to express but only felt.

 Smear the silence in the mirror

It won't answer

Express the silence to the nature

It won’t respond

 

Scream your silence in the air

It will bypass

Ripple your silence in the pond

It remains still

Speak about silence to the fire

It keeps burning

It's about you to realize, understand

Silence is prolonged

 

The cure for the problem is

To deal silently

World where you will never be heard

Stop expecting it

 

Forget the mercy and live ahead

Live life ahead

As all are deaden and silent

Can't you see

Img: It represent's the silent stare to question the void and silence with messy hair.Ocean blue eyes with thoughts intensity.

Text:It's the question for silence

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SEEK PEAK THE INBETWEEN

 

This poem represents the contrast existence between heaven and hell.The mere existence of humans and there part in the play.It talks about the cycle of emotion and it’s representation in between the strings which adjust and shapes there emotion with good or bad feeling.Is it really true?Are we actually the good from heaven with wings ?or Are we the bad from hell with shackles?The confusing tale separating human individually with this delima.The fact is you aren’t heaven or hell it’s the external factor.You are human the purest form and beautiful creature if you stop comparing and expressing without environmental change and emotions of course you are different?

Life up heaven, life down hell

I am in between found no where

I am both bonded with thick layers

I can curse also speak prayers

 

The chaos in mind remains alive

The temporary place family, friend, or wife

Will shatter the reality with dear knife

It's hard to understand though its rife

 

The ominous existence symbolizes the raven

Shackle of hell and wings of heaven

Is what remains we all are deaden

Your memories are lost because your leaven

It's time to gain what's lost

The chest box remains beneath hidden covered, rusted

Suffer with deaden to clean views dusted

Else you can live as usually adjusted

 

Raven: Grief, loss unease

Leaven: Modify transform

Rife: Common

Deaden: Dull pain

Img: It represent's the combination of heaven and hell with the junction in between a human smaller enough to be visible climbing stairs in the mist

Text:It express the human and delima of emotion

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SPEECH OF VITAL SPARK

 

Written to illustrate the souls existence and delima with immortality of the energy existing in life forms.This poem reflects an emotional theme which represents the bitterness of the soul individually.It is the lost voice of every soul's not individual but the energy who is tired of existing and running within a drafted frame who questioned, there desire to escape the eternal life and become mortal.The irony shows the contrast between humans life with life and death in a fixed manner while the energies desire just the minor escape route to breathe.The hell life of breathing counted breathe and the contrast, exact opposite.It's just a representation from a different point of view.

Neither can I drown in sea nor can I suffocate myself

But a time comes when I must open myself

The unique mechanism that I possess is obtained from layers

Which questions my choice am I existential?

 

Neither can I get buried nor can I burn with fire

My sole existence proves that I am a liar

The things you see is not the truth

I change forms from one to another and exist

Neither can I be created nor can I be destroyed by anyone

I am an energy that is trapped no fun

My existence is unknown, my life's a long run

Surrounding is unknown my identity is to be questioned

 

Neither can I get control of my life nor can I flee

I am destined to circle in the vicious cycle

I can make decisions based on selective choices

Alas, who will understand I don’t need any answers

Neither can I understand you nor can you understand my point

It's difficult to explain when things are correlated joint

For the wise ones stop it others enjoy life

For the sake of life stop! drop the knife

 

Neither can I change minds nor can you change with time

For now, let's leave it I am done no nime

I perfectly wasted your time what a rhythmic rhyme

Forget the conversation it is stressful go get some lime

Nime: to add or increase

Img By:シロノ Shirono

Img: It represents the junction of hell and heaven with the gate also a girl dressed red running away from the hell with crows around.

Text: It is a poem about Soul

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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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VEILSCAPE AND FAUXSCAPE

It was written on a gloomy day when trials of self-existence and its unwelcomed gesture of truth started to display. The way my mind works is confusing. Have I ever imagined myself as my own, or am I still learning about my existence? Partially speaking, Do I exist? I am unaware of my speech. My actions are mine. A puppet who is writing just because a skill exists with no use or value. What is my value? My worth?My existence reason? Am I immortal or mortal? Are the speeches I speak really mine? If it is true, then why do I change with emotion and speak sometimes against my will? I am still searching for things that are or aren't concerned about mine.

 

It is shocking to know the soul I call mine was never once mine

For the string to align with the desire it wished I am just a mere puppet aligned

My skills, hobbies, and characters all remained to remind

The existence of this mere soul has no control from divine

 

The soul that wishes to break the chain free

Is still a part or a bit of the divine?

Though the thoughts, wish, and feelings I consider were found to be never mine

The desire to hold the shackles and become a leader was demised and shut my eyes becoming blind

 

When quantum physics enters the chat

I can mark my story within the prideful hat

And so, the believe in psychology and science

Has led to believe my existence as a lie

 

I still wait for the people and the right time

When someone can come and open the rising eye

Then can I enjoy the lemonade and lime

The beauty is also mysterious hidden within lie

IMG BY: Alexia Anonima

Img:  A girl with guitar attached at the back

Text: A poem about psychological confusions

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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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JUST A RANDOM CONSCIENCE LANTERN

 

Written to express trust and its betrayal, just like the lock and key provided among multiple individuals about secrets. It represents the fragile nature of trust. Who should be trusted? Maybe it is situational or a change with the drift of time. It also expresses the pain of bleeding using papers, unsure and confused whether it will ever see the light or reach the world. The symbolic relation of lock and key expresses loyalty and bonding deeply. It shows that trusted individuals are given keys, but the game begins when you can trust and remain free. Even the bonding of the lock is confined, and it can create fears of uncertainty. It represents the bitter truth about trust and partially about the nature of empathy. It expresses the pain hidden in every action, the minute melancholy is expressed even in great times. It's subsided due to the grand opening ahead, but still, that emotion is also validated.

 

I am inking the paper with poetries

The swift movement of the pen is what remains free

Just like the doves given wings and directions set free

As soon as the autumn sheds tree

 

The pens are dropped, wings are locked within confided locks

Then the days spin, nights ring winter begins

The papers are locked left over in stocks

Every little thing from synchronizing beats are kept in box

 

The change of season is very fast in here

But the emotions are scattered in it is what I fear

The ones who could decode and peek into deep layers

Are the keys I want to hide from I am scared

Just like those keys made Kafka's writing flare

But I'm still confused partially was it in his prayer

It was a piece he didn’t wanted to show hidden in layers

Out there are lots of keys who don’t care

 

 They just want to understand and give hopes isn’t it trespass, won't you fear?

Just because he is dead doesn’t mean your authorized to share his works, I think the soul will bear

Now tones of people will tell me it isn’t right, cause his works flared and is shining bright?

For I am not concerned with his success and fame after life cause I believe there are lots hidden when he was alive

The piercing fate is what lies

No one was there to share his cries

After his death everyone lured and tries

Well it was his dream he could have raised high and fly

IMG BY:Bored Panda

Img:  A girl is a lock in her back with key in hand

Text: A poem about trust issues

From: Admin journeytopoetry@gmail.com