I tripped down running the escape, to escape my shadow timid and scared.
Pacing the run, toppled in ditch brimmed with wobbly dirt splashed all over my body.
Shivery rusty legs struggling the quagmire strived harder,
Tumbling and crumbling, yearning hands crawled towards the outside, towards the edge, towards the escape.
Eyes dropped deep in terror sobbing and weeping all its way long now broke into fall of tears, fall of rackings, fall of sufferings.
The escape, the flee now seems defeated, cheated, mistreated...
Loosing all its hope my weary soul sat down the shore,
Lucid warm air passing by the coast whispered sweet melodies into my eardrums,
Fuzzy, swift tides brought back the to hope to rise,
Horizon dancing in shades sprayed glitters of bliss, glitters of faith
Gathering all my shattered self I moved towards the light, towards the life,
With my shadow besides me standing bold and bright.
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Pacing the run, toppled in ditch brimmed with wobbly dirt splashed all over my body.
Shivery rusty legs struggling the quagmire strived harder,
Tumbling and crumbling, yearning hands crawled towards the outside, towards the edge, towards the escape.
Eyes dropped deep in terror sobbing and weeping all its way long now broke into fall of tears, fall of rackings, fall of sufferings.
The escape, the flee now seems defeated, cheated, mistreated...
Loosing all its hope my weary soul sat down the shore,
Lucid warm air passing by the coast whispered sweet melodies into my eardrums,
Fuzzy, swift tides brought back the to hope to rise,
Horizon dancing in shades sprayed glitters of bliss, glitters of faith
Gathering all my shattered self I moved towards the light, towards the life,
With my shadow besides me standing bold and bright.
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Slumber land lacking sleep,
Retina dull will flashes bright in eyes deep
Pricking pain now going numb,
Perpetual peace in my head burning fumes, liting scum
Colossal tornado heading towards the chest so quiet,
Charcoal lungs consuming crisp air as a sweet delight
Filtered kidney now shrinking tight,
Filthy bones building up calcium height
Is it a dead soul, body alive?
Or a body dead, soul alive?
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Retina dull will flashes bright in eyes deep
Pricking pain now going numb,
Perpetual peace in my head burning fumes, liting scum
Colossal tornado heading towards the chest so quiet,
Charcoal lungs consuming crisp air as a sweet delight
Filtered kidney now shrinking tight,
Filthy bones building up calcium height
Is it a dead soul, body alive?
Or a body dead, soul alive?
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I dwell in between the sunsets and sunrises,
Strolling in the Cosmos full of perlis and enigmatic choices
Dreaming in colors, Wondering in the horizon of my sky,
Whispering to the clouds bringing me peace and joy.
Living a little more, discerning a little broader,
With fancy hurricane and breathing in glittery odour
Surfing through the Terra firma, Spreading boxes of dancing flora
Splashing glee and love,
Anchoring the craft near a flying cove. #everyone #review #shortpoem
Strolling in the Cosmos full of perlis and enigmatic choices
Dreaming in colors, Wondering in the horizon of my sky,
Whispering to the clouds bringing me peace and joy.
Living a little more, discerning a little broader,
With fancy hurricane and breathing in glittery odour
Surfing through the Terra firma, Spreading boxes of dancing flora
Splashing glee and love,
Anchoring the craft near a flying cove. #everyone #review #shortpoem
Cracks on the surface shifted ground below. It was my free fall.
I fell for you deep,
I dwelled in your heart.
I ran in your nerves,
But you drifted me apart.
It took me days to build that special place,
and now a barran land waiting for hope of rays.
Rain of sorrow I cry,
I delve for the sun, giving up on my try.
Each breath I take is an intense snide,
Get a place for me and my feelings to hide.
Oblivious I am to what's going around,
Every drop of pleasing rain is now an aching sound.
Though it takes time,
But I see that free verse turning into rhyme
And that grey turning into colors,
Colors of hope
Colors of me.
Now i see me breathing, breathing through the cold,
And the ray of light on my skin Shining bold and bright.
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I fell for you deep,
I dwelled in your heart.
I ran in your nerves,
But you drifted me apart.
It took me days to build that special place,
and now a barran land waiting for hope of rays.
Rain of sorrow I cry,
I delve for the sun, giving up on my try.
Each breath I take is an intense snide,
Get a place for me and my feelings to hide.
Oblivious I am to what's going around,
Every drop of pleasing rain is now an aching sound.
Though it takes time,
But I see that free verse turning into rhyme
And that grey turning into colors,
Colors of hope
Colors of me.
Now i see me breathing, breathing through the cold,
And the ray of light on my skin Shining bold and bright.
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Just like a foucault pendulum, oscillating between life and death
Sub conscious wide awake and conscious seems to be dead
Amidst the wave with every increase in its diminishing frequency,
Motion being questioned about its stubborn zeel.
Just like a foucault pendulum, Oscillating... Oscillating...
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Sub conscious wide awake and conscious seems to be dead
Amidst the wave with every increase in its diminishing frequency,
Motion being questioned about its stubborn zeel.
Just like a foucault pendulum, Oscillating... Oscillating...
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A Slave
28 years before Danro's death
The furniture was meticulous. The massive bed, the ebony bedside table, the modern bedside lamps, the electronic curtains, the calm wall paintings, the intense lightings. Anything was within sight under the brightness, and everything was just marvelous. It was a special room.
If a woman was screaming in pain from inside, and if the door and windows were closed, not even the whisper version of the scream would be heard from outside. And that was very important. Every wave of echo should suffocate inside, every wave of shriek must die inside. Everything must be carried out with care, or else the neighbors would hear. Now who would want them involved? Anyone who heard wanted to watch, and it was an unspoken understanding as to what happened to anyone who heard, or watched.
Prashe Cooks had been such a customer to this room. To prove that she had been, one could just go up to her and ask what she knew about it; the proof would be her tears, which would rain the moment she was reminded. No one had ever asked, though. No one knew about the room, except for the customers.
Prashe lay naked on the edge of the massive bed, soaked in tears and sweat... and soon blood—but not yet. Her third visit here, and—boy!—she was panting. Lying supine, her elbows supported her torso, and two tripods stood on either side of her legs. As was the culture, she opened and comfortably propped her legs on each tripods. It was suitable this way.
The door made a key turning sound, clicked, and locked. There. A mark of the start.
Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
A pair of oxfords alternately clicked the floor and stopped between the tripods. Prashe peeked at him for so long as two seconds and turned away, wheezing. Her heart rate climbed, and her lips formed a worried, straight line.
The man (a man?) sat on a swivel chair amid the tripods. His voice was rough and dominant. "Push."
The muscles about her belly and groin suffered. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, and the baby was only starting to stretch her limits. The large baby crumpled her back and abdomen. She felt the heaviness tearing her inside apart as it slowly made its way. It crowded her body and tensed her pipe cruelly. The white blankets reddened to the dripping blood.
"Push."
She obeyed with a shrill, which in the end transformed into an animalistic groan. The pain was too unbearable that she wanted to give up halfway and let it kill her. Then he ordered. When he passed an order, it was to be obeyed.
"Push."
The baby safely slipped out and rested into the man's arms. She felt every muscle on her back and groin sighing, truly grateful of the relief. Under the bright illuminations, her body glistened, sweat dripping from her neck and spine and thighs and calves. Her elbows skidded and her back flattened on the bed.
When her baby began crying somberly, she disregarded the aftermath, tracing the man's arms with her eyes, as he walked across the room. Using his other hand, he unlocked the door. Locked door had a meaning, as did an open door. He then took back his seat, wheeled it away from the tripods, and looked at her baby. The baby was out of her field of vision, covered in blankets.
He caught her eyes fumbling to lay a sight at her child.
"Out."
With an unaffected contempt, she glared at him for a fraction of moment and crawled off the bed, silently weeping. Her legs had no strength left in them, and she could only wend out of the room on all four, like a sad, embarrassed dog with its tail between its legs, a nude mother crawling out as rivulets of blood streamed down her thighs.
But the blood wouldn't leak and kill her; so much had she been promised in the contract.
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28 years before Danro's death
The furniture was meticulous. The massive bed, the ebony bedside table, the modern bedside lamps, the electronic curtains, the calm wall paintings, the intense lightings. Anything was within sight under the brightness, and everything was just marvelous. It was a special room.
If a woman was screaming in pain from inside, and if the door and windows were closed, not even the whisper version of the scream would be heard from outside. And that was very important. Every wave of echo should suffocate inside, every wave of shriek must die inside. Everything must be carried out with care, or else the neighbors would hear. Now who would want them involved? Anyone who heard wanted to watch, and it was an unspoken understanding as to what happened to anyone who heard, or watched.
Prashe Cooks had been such a customer to this room. To prove that she had been, one could just go up to her and ask what she knew about it; the proof would be her tears, which would rain the moment she was reminded. No one had ever asked, though. No one knew about the room, except for the customers.
Prashe lay naked on the edge of the massive bed, soaked in tears and sweat... and soon blood—but not yet. Her third visit here, and—boy!—she was panting. Lying supine, her elbows supported her torso, and two tripods stood on either side of her legs. As was the culture, she opened and comfortably propped her legs on each tripods. It was suitable this way.
The door made a key turning sound, clicked, and locked. There. A mark of the start.
Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
A pair of oxfords alternately clicked the floor and stopped between the tripods. Prashe peeked at him for so long as two seconds and turned away, wheezing. Her heart rate climbed, and her lips formed a worried, straight line.
The man (a man?) sat on a swivel chair amid the tripods. His voice was rough and dominant. "Push."
The muscles about her belly and groin suffered. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, and the baby was only starting to stretch her limits. The large baby crumpled her back and abdomen. She felt the heaviness tearing her inside apart as it slowly made its way. It crowded her body and tensed her pipe cruelly. The white blankets reddened to the dripping blood.
"Push."
She obeyed with a shrill, which in the end transformed into an animalistic groan. The pain was too unbearable that she wanted to give up halfway and let it kill her. Then he ordered. When he passed an order, it was to be obeyed.
"Push."
The baby safely slipped out and rested into the man's arms. She felt every muscle on her back and groin sighing, truly grateful of the relief. Under the bright illuminations, her body glistened, sweat dripping from her neck and spine and thighs and calves. Her elbows skidded and her back flattened on the bed.
When her baby began crying somberly, she disregarded the aftermath, tracing the man's arms with her eyes, as he walked across the room. Using his other hand, he unlocked the door. Locked door had a meaning, as did an open door. He then took back his seat, wheeled it away from the tripods, and looked at her baby. The baby was out of her field of vision, covered in blankets.
He caught her eyes fumbling to lay a sight at her child.
"Out."
With an unaffected contempt, she glared at him for a fraction of moment and crawled off the bed, silently weeping. Her legs had no strength left in them, and she could only wend out of the room on all four, like a sad, embarrassed dog with its tail between its legs, a nude mother crawling out as rivulets of blood streamed down her thighs.
But the blood wouldn't leak and kill her; so much had she been promised in the contract.
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My Philosophy For A Happy Life
Well , I'd rather peacefully live and die as a commoner then being a superhero to the world.
The only thing I'd like to do is get the stuff around me in order .No more.
Most would relate it with depression but believe me I'm not in a dark place but the fact is that I know even if I solve infinite problems out of the infinite one's present , there will still be infinite miseries left behind.
Afterall , some infinities are greater than other infinities
So anyway we're all going to fail. So I'll rather die a blissful failure than keep chasing for success.
All we need to understand is
we're all destined to fail until we understand that success is not objective but rather subjective.
A society doesn't need to define success for me. I'll create one for myself.
If we carefully analyse , we all are living in our own parallel universes most of which overlap with each other at some places.
But still my universe is my universe . So I decide the rules with the only universal one being that you only decide rules for your own universe , not for others.
So the rules of my universe state that every participant is a winner.
So everyday I wake up , I win.
Everyday I do an activity , I win .
Everyday I go to sleep , I win.
So yeah , I'm a pretty much a success or a hotshot (as they call it) till now.
The day we understand the fact that the rules we create should only apply on our part of the universe , we'll get rid of all the miseries.
And about the overlapping part , that's where we as a society need to mutually create rules.
The only problem today is people have forgotten the boundaries. The rules which were supposed to stay in our own boundaries are being imposed over others too by the stronger one's.
And when the original owner of that universe tries reinforcing his rules , the mightier one tries to suppress him and that's what leads to violence , miseries and unhappiness.
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Well , I'd rather peacefully live and die as a commoner then being a superhero to the world.
The only thing I'd like to do is get the stuff around me in order .No more.
Most would relate it with depression but believe me I'm not in a dark place but the fact is that I know even if I solve infinite problems out of the infinite one's present , there will still be infinite miseries left behind.
Afterall , some infinities are greater than other infinities
So anyway we're all going to fail. So I'll rather die a blissful failure than keep chasing for success.
All we need to understand is
we're all destined to fail until we understand that success is not objective but rather subjective.
A society doesn't need to define success for me. I'll create one for myself.
If we carefully analyse , we all are living in our own parallel universes most of which overlap with each other at some places.
But still my universe is my universe . So I decide the rules with the only universal one being that you only decide rules for your own universe , not for others.
So the rules of my universe state that every participant is a winner.
So everyday I wake up , I win.
Everyday I do an activity , I win .
Everyday I go to sleep , I win.
So yeah , I'm a pretty much a success or a hotshot (as they call it) till now.
The day we understand the fact that the rules we create should only apply on our part of the universe , we'll get rid of all the miseries.
And about the overlapping part , that's where we as a society need to mutually create rules.
The only problem today is people have forgotten the boundaries. The rules which were supposed to stay in our own boundaries are being imposed over others too by the stronger one's.
And when the original owner of that universe tries reinforcing his rules , the mightier one tries to suppress him and that's what leads to violence , miseries and unhappiness.
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Walking through the lane, sad faces strikes hard on my heart.
Unfavorable conditions have clutched them in a fist.
Nature is working against them.
Those 'Pani puri' stalls, where happiness and excitement were hovering around all night.
Are vanished now.
Vendor's eyes were down, filled with stress, thought to earn for a living, making it more miserable.
Restaurants are empty.
Roads are empty.
Empty road, empty restaurant and the empty ground is not the place, where I desired to spend my life.
My heart sank.
The city, which is known for its festival, glamour, and food.
Has now, lost its charm.
But, the hope for a normal day is still burning in my heart.
Where I would be able to see happy faces, filled restaurants, excited people, and happiness flowing all over the city.
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Unfavorable conditions have clutched them in a fist.
Nature is working against them.
Those 'Pani puri' stalls, where happiness and excitement were hovering around all night.
Are vanished now.
Vendor's eyes were down, filled with stress, thought to earn for a living, making it more miserable.
Restaurants are empty.
Roads are empty.
Empty road, empty restaurant and the empty ground is not the place, where I desired to spend my life.
My heart sank.
The city, which is known for its festival, glamour, and food.
Has now, lost its charm.
But, the hope for a normal day is still burning in my heart.
Where I would be able to see happy faces, filled restaurants, excited people, and happiness flowing all over the city.
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