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A Glint Of Hope
I see butterflies above the dead
and beauty in dry deserts.
I see the glow in the thunder,
and the pretty silver lining of grey clouds.
I see wild plants growing in abandoned soils
and in the cracks on abandoned walls.
I see hope in empty minds
and I see hope in broken hearts.
I see a beautiful moon even with the dark spots,
I see a bright sun even with the sun spots.
I believe in the marvelous universe,
even if it has black holes.
I believe in the world even with the news of a bad uproar.
I see hope in empty minds ,
and I see hope in broken hearts.
And I believe in the light,
Though it's dark right now.
There is no white without black,
There is no perfection without flaws,
There is no light without dark,
And there is no life without hope.
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A Glint Of Hope
I see butterflies above the dead
and beauty in dry deserts.
I see the glow in the thunder,
and the pretty silver lining of grey clouds.
I see wild plants growing in abandoned soils
and in the cracks on abandoned walls.
I see hope in empty minds
and I see hope in broken hearts.
I see a beautiful moon even with the dark spots,
I see a bright sun even with the sun spots.
I believe in the marvelous universe,
even if it has black holes.
I believe in the world even with the news of a bad uproar.
I see hope in empty minds ,
and I see hope in broken hearts.
And I believe in the light,
Though it's dark right now.
There is no white without black,
There is no perfection without flaws,
There is no light without dark,
And there is no life without hope.
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Two strangers
exchanging thoughts
In the midst of the night,
Hidden in the dark
But beauty strikes
blind to the eyes.
Taking them far away
from their sad worlds
and bringing them together,
in an unbelievable void.
With pink skies,
and rose gardens,
In love , in love, and in love...
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Random lines :)
exchanging thoughts
In the midst of the night,
Hidden in the dark
But beauty strikes
blind to the eyes.
Taking them far away
from their sad worlds
and bringing them together,
in an unbelievable void.
With pink skies,
and rose gardens,
In love , in love, and in love...
#review #princhi
Random lines :)
Nights seem to have it's own control over me,
it scares me sometimes,
what if it takes me in its arms forever
and refuses to let go.
It's embrace feeling like darkness choking me
to dead and to a deadly realm.
As I close the CURTAINS of my room,
I feel myself coming back to the
dark lord's world, yet once again to
face the real virtuality of my dying self.
With no way out, I switch off the LIGHTS,
I feel it now, I feel it now,
like how in magical web series,
they could feel the strong magic power within,
I feel myself getting CLOSE to,
what now seems the end.
I REMEMBER how every night this happens,
how I feel I won't wake up the next morning,
but I do, wet with sweat,
and heavy breaths,
my body aching and my soul paining,
wishing the day never ends,
and the WARM sunlight never disappears.
With no real choice left,
I lay on my bed,
Sleep deprived yet needing some real sleep,
I try to keep my eyes open, but they go shut anyways,
FEAR creeping in, "Not Again".
I fall into the darkness again,
This time, I don't know if I'll wake up back,
Again...
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it scares me sometimes,
what if it takes me in its arms forever
and refuses to let go.
It's embrace feeling like darkness choking me
to dead and to a deadly realm.
As I close the CURTAINS of my room,
I feel myself coming back to the
dark lord's world, yet once again to
face the real virtuality of my dying self.
With no way out, I switch off the LIGHTS,
I feel it now, I feel it now,
like how in magical web series,
they could feel the strong magic power within,
I feel myself getting CLOSE to,
what now seems the end.
I REMEMBER how every night this happens,
how I feel I won't wake up the next morning,
but I do, wet with sweat,
and heavy breaths,
my body aching and my soul paining,
wishing the day never ends,
and the WARM sunlight never disappears.
With no real choice left,
I lay on my bed,
Sleep deprived yet needing some real sleep,
I try to keep my eyes open, but they go shut anyways,
FEAR creeping in, "Not Again".
I fall into the darkness again,
This time, I don't know if I'll wake up back,
Again...
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Maybe in a parallel universe depression doesn't exists.
Maybe their ain't no suicide victims,
maybe "happy" is a word with no opposite.
Maybe rapes are zero and humanity's alive,
maybe selfishness is not a term there.
Maybe in the parallel universe people are hopeful,
having reasons to continue, a tomorrow to look forward to,
where families don't hide their secrets and friends are not fake.
With no broken hearts where love is only beautiful.
Maybe everyone understands everyone in that world,
maybe cries are rare to their eyes.
Maybe people don't die of poverty and maybe animals are let free,
the air is clean and the ozone layer is not harmed,
where humans are actually "humans" and smiles are not forced and hearts don't ache in pain.
But in this world, this is how we live,
"In a series of 'maybe(s)' "
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Maybe their ain't no suicide victims,
maybe "happy" is a word with no opposite.
Maybe rapes are zero and humanity's alive,
maybe selfishness is not a term there.
Maybe in the parallel universe people are hopeful,
having reasons to continue, a tomorrow to look forward to,
where families don't hide their secrets and friends are not fake.
With no broken hearts where love is only beautiful.
Maybe everyone understands everyone in that world,
maybe cries are rare to their eyes.
Maybe people don't die of poverty and maybe animals are let free,
the air is clean and the ozone layer is not harmed,
where humans are actually "humans" and smiles are not forced and hearts don't ache in pain.
But in this world, this is how we live,
"In a series of 'maybe(s)' "
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Dreams Of A Day Dreamer
"Stop day dreaming, Ayesha!", the teacher throws a chalk towards Ayesha , which hit exactly at her forehead, startling her and bringing her back from her dreamland. The teachers would often find her lost in her own thoughts during classes and lectures. Little did they knew what was going on in that brain, how she enjoyed being in that dreamland of hers, where there was no one seizing away her happiness-just her and her thoughts. A daydreamer is often termed as a dumb person by a teacher, someone who has no idea of the real world. But it didn't bother Ayesha at all! Only she knew how beautiful her dreams were- how she dreamt of being more than just one person- sometimes a space traveller, sometimes a magician and sometimes just a simple girl. But what was common in all these imagination was that she was happy in all of them. The happiness that she could never achieve in all these 17 years of her life. So she preferred to stay in her dreamland, where her skin didn't bear the cut marks made by the blade she kept in her pencil box.
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"Stop day dreaming, Ayesha!", the teacher throws a chalk towards Ayesha , which hit exactly at her forehead, startling her and bringing her back from her dreamland. The teachers would often find her lost in her own thoughts during classes and lectures. Little did they knew what was going on in that brain, how she enjoyed being in that dreamland of hers, where there was no one seizing away her happiness-just her and her thoughts. A daydreamer is often termed as a dumb person by a teacher, someone who has no idea of the real world. But it didn't bother Ayesha at all! Only she knew how beautiful her dreams were- how she dreamt of being more than just one person- sometimes a space traveller, sometimes a magician and sometimes just a simple girl. But what was common in all these imagination was that she was happy in all of them. The happiness that she could never achieve in all these 17 years of her life. So she preferred to stay in her dreamland, where her skin didn't bear the cut marks made by the blade she kept in her pencil box.
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A Poem Of Questions
When a dreamer dies,
what happens to his dreams?
Do they trace back the footsteps,
of the goner to heaven?
Or do they stay in closed dungeons,
forever and ever?
Do the dreams grief
that they are orphans now?
Or do they move on to someone else,
to hold them close to their hearts?
When a person dies,
where do his thoughts go?
Do they disappear and
no one sees them again?
Or are they written in bad handwriting
over hidden pages?
Do they get lost
with the person that owns them?
Or do they find their way to similar minds ?
When a person kills himself,
where does his pain go?
He got rid of his pain,
but did the pain vanish from everywhere?
or did it find it's solace
in the dead's loved ones?
Maybe his father or friends
or maybe a stranger?
When someone leaves,
where do you keep the love
that you wanted to shower upon him?
Do you send it to heaven for him to smile,
or do you keep it to your heart
to find peace in some of its pieces?
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When a dreamer dies,
what happens to his dreams?
Do they trace back the footsteps,
of the goner to heaven?
Or do they stay in closed dungeons,
forever and ever?
Do the dreams grief
that they are orphans now?
Or do they move on to someone else,
to hold them close to their hearts?
When a person dies,
where do his thoughts go?
Do they disappear and
no one sees them again?
Or are they written in bad handwriting
over hidden pages?
Do they get lost
with the person that owns them?
Or do they find their way to similar minds ?
When a person kills himself,
where does his pain go?
He got rid of his pain,
but did the pain vanish from everywhere?
or did it find it's solace
in the dead's loved ones?
Maybe his father or friends
or maybe a stranger?
When someone leaves,
where do you keep the love
that you wanted to shower upon him?
Do you send it to heaven for him to smile,
or do you keep it to your heart
to find peace in some of its pieces?
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Delusional thoughts of an illusionary world.
Your mind is a mess so is your life.
You're lost in your thoughts that cannot be real,
Hope is what keeps them alive past the fear.
Your illusions are delusions but no worry there.
Some pink skies and chocolate rivers are needed here.
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Your mind is a mess so is your life.
You're lost in your thoughts that cannot be real,
Hope is what keeps them alive past the fear.
Your illusions are delusions but no worry there.
Some pink skies and chocolate rivers are needed here.
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I still wake up with nightmares
in the middle of a dead night.
Thousands of cuts on my arm,
and a couple of failed attempts
to kill my heart forever,
and still the pain is as fresh as it was
during those few yet long hours.
But even after drowning in this,
black ocean without a shore to be seen,
Do you know what finally gave me the will to live?
My pen ,ofcourse.
My mind at those times was overflowing with
emotions I couldn't share.
Yes ,you're right, that incident is still a secret
to everyone around, but now you know.
And indeed, Im a coward for always
telling lie and that is,
"I'm fine"
Back to the topic,
My pen, my dear pen.
It amused me how I could put down
My unsaid feelings in that white paper.
Fill up it's blankness with my ink and my heart.
And sorry this has been a long poem and
I know it's been hard to keep up.
But if I have to make you understand
why I'm in love with my pen,
I had to tell you this from the very start.
How a terrifying gift,
Left me with a gift I really love,
And for me, my pen- "That's what you are,
and more"
And for you, you know now,
the reason behind why I write,
and why I pen my feelings down.
#princhi #review #everyone #poetry #noshare
in the middle of a dead night.
Thousands of cuts on my arm,
and a couple of failed attempts
to kill my heart forever,
and still the pain is as fresh as it was
during those few yet long hours.
But even after drowning in this,
black ocean without a shore to be seen,
Do you know what finally gave me the will to live?
My pen ,ofcourse.
My mind at those times was overflowing with
emotions I couldn't share.
Yes ,you're right, that incident is still a secret
to everyone around, but now you know.
And indeed, Im a coward for always
telling lie and that is,
"I'm fine"
Back to the topic,
My pen, my dear pen.
It amused me how I could put down
My unsaid feelings in that white paper.
Fill up it's blankness with my ink and my heart.
And sorry this has been a long poem and
I know it's been hard to keep up.
But if I have to make you understand
why I'm in love with my pen,
I had to tell you this from the very start.
How a terrifying gift,
Left me with a gift I really love,
And for me, my pen- "That's what you are,
and more"
And for you, you know now,
the reason behind why I write,
and why I pen my feelings down.
#princhi #review #everyone #poetry #noshare
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"Some find peace in a calm stream,
some find it in the blood on a sword.
Some forgets that peace exists,
and some search for it all over the world."
But exactly what defines peace? For some it is vengeance while for some it's meditation. For some it is death , for some it is merely an imagination. Peace has it's different meaning over different souls. How do you explain it to someone who's father was killed brutally in an incident? Will he find peace in anyone? How do you explain it to a girl who's been raped? Will she find peace in silence?
When they say , 'Seek the light , peace will follow', where do they exactly want us to go? Is there any latitude or longitude to pinpoint the end of the road, where do you find that light when it's been seized away from you? Peace is God , they say. But when all your life, you've been suffering and bleeding and dying inside, will there be any God you believe in? Peace , I repeat "peace" is not what they say. It's not "white and bright" , but it melts and moulds into different forms , misused and used in phrases and metaphors until they lead you to believe what's written in the dictionary you hold ; "Freedom from noise or anxiety" - strange because searching for it sometimes leads you to the same.
I'm not saying peace is bad. I'm not saying don't believe in it. But do know that it's not every thing you thought it would be. Peace is not just a lotus floating on a lake. It can be but it is also the bloodshed during a war , the feeling of 'winning' after they drown themselves in a pool of blood. I'm not misguiding you , don't even believe in what I'm saying. But when you see a son murder the one who killed his father and he says that he has attained peace, you will question its very definition.
A soul finds solace only when he defeats the demons that made him suffer. And so he moulds justice and peace in the way he wants. Because when you suffocate and torture a dear innocent soul so much in the name of your 'satisfaction' , he will find peace in destroying you, forever.
From ,
a confused dark soul who found peace in the darkness and not the light.
"Some find peace in a calm stream,
some find it in the blood on a sword.
Some forgets that peace exists,
and some search for it all over the world."
But exactly what defines peace? For some it is vengeance while for some it's meditation. For some it is death , for some it is merely an imagination. Peace has it's different meaning over different souls. How do you explain it to someone who's father was killed brutally in an incident? Will he find peace in anyone? How do you explain it to a girl who's been raped? Will she find peace in silence?
When they say , 'Seek the light , peace will follow', where do they exactly want us to go? Is there any latitude or longitude to pinpoint the end of the road, where do you find that light when it's been seized away from you? Peace is God , they say. But when all your life, you've been suffering and bleeding and dying inside, will there be any God you believe in? Peace , I repeat "peace" is not what they say. It's not "white and bright" , but it melts and moulds into different forms , misused and used in phrases and metaphors until they lead you to believe what's written in the dictionary you hold ; "Freedom from noise or anxiety" - strange because searching for it sometimes leads you to the same.
I'm not saying peace is bad. I'm not saying don't believe in it. But do know that it's not every thing you thought it would be. Peace is not just a lotus floating on a lake. It can be but it is also the bloodshed during a war , the feeling of 'winning' after they drown themselves in a pool of blood. I'm not misguiding you , don't even believe in what I'm saying. But when you see a son murder the one who killed his father and he says that he has attained peace, you will question its very definition.
A soul finds solace only when he defeats the demons that made him suffer. And so he moulds justice and peace in the way he wants. Because when you suffocate and torture a dear innocent soul so much in the name of your 'satisfaction' , he will find peace in destroying you, forever.
From ,
a confused dark soul who found peace in the darkness and not the light.
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"Some find peace in a calm stream,
some find it in the blood on a sword.
Some forgets that peace exists,
and some search for it all over the world."
But exactly what defines peace? For some it is vengeance while for some it's meditation. For some it is death , for some it is merely an imagination. Peace has it's different meaning over different souls. How do you explain it to someone who's father was killed brutally in an incident? Will he find peace in anyone? How do you explain it to a girl who's been raped? Will she find peace in silence?
When they say , 'Seek the light , peace will follow', where do they exactly want us to go? Is there any latitude or longitude to pinpoint the end of the road, where do you find that light when it's been seized away from you? Peace is God , they say. But when all your life, you've been suffering and bleeding and dying inside, will there be any God you believe in? Peace , I repeat "peace" is not what they say. It's not "white and bright" , but it melts and moulds into different forms , misused and used in phrases and metaphors until they lead you to believe what's written in the dictionary you hold ; "Freedom from noise or anxiety" - strange because searching for it sometimes leads you to the same.
I'm not saying peace is bad. I'm not saying don't believe in it. But do know that it's not every thing you thought it would be. Peace is not just a lotus floating on a lake. It can be but it is also the bloodshed during a war , the feeling of 'winning' after they drown themselves in a pool of blood. I'm not misguiding you , don't even believe in what I'm saying. But when you see a son murder the one who killed his father and he says that he has attained peace, you will question its very definition.
A soul finds solace only when he defeats the demons that made him suffer. And so he moulds justice and peace in the way he wants. Because when you suffocate and torture a dear innocent soul so much in the name of your 'satisfaction' , he will find peace in destroying you, forever.
From ,
a confused dark soul who found peace in the darkness and not the light.
"Some find peace in a calm stream,
some find it in the blood on a sword.
Some forgets that peace exists,
and some search for it all over the world."
But exactly what defines peace? For some it is vengeance while for some it's meditation. For some it is death , for some it is merely an imagination. Peace has it's different meaning over different souls. How do you explain it to someone who's father was killed brutally in an incident? Will he find peace in anyone? How do you explain it to a girl who's been raped? Will she find peace in silence?
When they say , 'Seek the light , peace will follow', where do they exactly want us to go? Is there any latitude or longitude to pinpoint the end of the road, where do you find that light when it's been seized away from you? Peace is God , they say. But when all your life, you've been suffering and bleeding and dying inside, will there be any God you believe in? Peace , I repeat "peace" is not what they say. It's not "white and bright" , but it melts and moulds into different forms , misused and used in phrases and metaphors until they lead you to believe what's written in the dictionary you hold ; "Freedom from noise or anxiety" - strange because searching for it sometimes leads you to the same.
I'm not saying peace is bad. I'm not saying don't believe in it. But do know that it's not every thing you thought it would be. Peace is not just a lotus floating on a lake. It can be but it is also the bloodshed during a war , the feeling of 'winning' after they drown themselves in a pool of blood. I'm not misguiding you , don't even believe in what I'm saying. But when you see a son murder the one who killed his father and he says that he has attained peace, you will question its very definition.
A soul finds solace only when he defeats the demons that made him suffer. And so he moulds justice and peace in the way he wants. Because when you suffocate and torture a dear innocent soul so much in the name of your 'satisfaction' , he will find peace in destroying you, forever.
From ,
a confused dark soul who found peace in the darkness and not the light.