FAROUCHE SPEAKS ABOUT POETRY

A small glimpse of words carving sentence of existence.The help of pacemaker is the sole reason of existing.An opportunity given to express, feel not impress but collect a whole emotion in small boxes within chapters of poems.A place where empath could share the emotional point of view. 

Poetry is my heart

It’s a replacement, transplant that I got!

The day I forget how to write

I declare the land is deaden

 

It's because I was given a second chance

To feel, bleed, cry, and joy altogether

It’s a new life which I can feel

It’s a ray of light in the darkest sea

 

One of the gifts that I received

Comes from the hardship by sailing my broken ship

I was given a pumping heart

To see, hear, feel and to let hear my call 

A boon that one receives with heavy price

Comes only after a second heart is born

In-fact the first can't lean and immerse with care

As they haven't experienced creation and mystery

 

We can cry, laugh, and express in poetry

It’s the blood that pumps in my heart

It’s the pacemaker in my heart that makes me alive

I am glad to be reborn with freshness

Img: The skeleton like hand is scribbling words of existence in           dead trees(paper).

Text: The similarity of a paper and a human if they both are       dead is visible either in the medium of paper or the words of   creation.

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WHERE IS THE FIRE IN ME?

 This poem is dedicated to KIM who is the muse of this poem highlighting diligent passion.

I remember the passion, rage and love expressed in my dream

It’s been ages I can’t remember the fire will it even scream?

I build it up piece by piece to make it whole

But the spark is lost will I even reach my goal

 

The fire torch I use to carry wasn’t afraid of the sea

But deep down I could see it’s fading it is coming for me

All I wanted was to keep it safe from the sea’s with depth

But gradually it’s shinning as I’m inking with the sound of crept

 

I could hear the siren, feel the darkness yet, I’m numb

Where could I be? Or who could I even be?

I feel the tightness in my throat with loss of words

My heart sinked and reached the challenger deep                       

 

All I could see is water all around, suffocating, struggling to land in the ground

All I wanted was to protect my fire torch, was it too much to ask or bond?

As I’m losing a piece or whole self, fading, drifting, or sinking I still wanted to ink

How long could I handle this devastated self the lost me it’s gone within a blink

 

What have I even done to lose my only rope of success

I hanged it like treasure never feared and ran for my race

I worked hrs and yrs to improve! with even failures I trace

But at the last I couldn’t even win or prove was handed not trophy but it’s lace

The lace which makes me stand beside the winners

The face I see everyday and everywhere, the will, the flame is shattered with shame

How will I speak or who shall I share I’m scared, afraid even of my own name?

I yearn the fire it’s gracious touch where is the me I lost come back I won’t blame

Img: Flames surrounding a women 

Text: The search of the lost fire

Suggested by: KIM

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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

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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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