Pacing with present without tense
O what a world we have,
Or the world which have
Us;
Sent some
total population to grave;
How naive
Was I,
not to understand,
It was all a lie;
Said by
The absolute victor,
After his victory was nearby.
We have shortcomings,
And stories that are saddening.
But it never was a reason,
To stop marching;
As if it was a treason.
What if
...
Wednesday 30th October 2024 2:54 pm
Fruits of over-thoughtfulness and secret espers
“Fruits of over-thoughtfulness”
Even to my best of friends,
I couldn't talk.
Because of the thought,
They might;
Walk,
While I sulk.
I rather stitch My mouth,
Than to disturb,
the only person, I want
To converse with.
I am not solo,
Have solitude got my
Back, when tired;
As all my plans got,
back-fired.
What if all my companions...
Wednesday 30th October 2024 2:48 pm
Laments of imagination
"The laments of imagination”
Everytime and every-other time,
I duelled with my life on- line,
Against those “worst-case scenarios”;
I created for the better
for mine.
We always gone,
Toe-to-toe,
Each other's best foe.
“nah, I will win and give it a run”,
I think to myself.
While anxiety made me stun,
I got stung ,
And created a new river to run;
With...
Wednesday 30th October 2024 2:38 pm
Melancholics of the monsoon
Melancholic of the monsoon
Sluggish mornings,
Smell of fungus
in my slippery doorsteps,
Elongated bedtimes,
Slacking routines,
Hearing nothing ;but symphonies,
4 walls, headphones as my roomies,
Safeguarding books
And Reading them to cats
To which they nods,
But silence alone growls.
Instant noodles,
And concurrent doodles;
Fills stomach and minds.
...Wednesday 30th October 2024 2:30 pm
Doom scrolling
Doom Scrolling
At dawn of morning,
Alarm gives a warning,
“The day is starting”
Sleep deficient dreams clearing,
After a set of washing,
I start scrolling.
While eating, I scroll;
To make bland
food ,spicy
And a spicy one
as bread.
While in crowds,
I scroll and surf
Through net;
As I ignore them all-set.
In alone I scroll,
To make the mayh...
Wednesday 30th October 2024 2:28 pm
From doors of despair to my dear almighty
Make a painting with sweats,
And resins from plants ;sweets,
Bitters and thoughtful meets
To form its themes,
Weaved lining of lines,
Hardly the Magnum opus; it might,
But to feed it's beauty to flames,
Just to escape cold,
And warm hands!
Am I a meaningful painting
Or just a plaything
Lying like a firewood
With no good,
Isn't it you behind this, o almighty...
Wednesday 30th October 2024 11:02 am
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