On most days ,I find myself miserable of my acts. A being shrouded under a deep layer of insecurities.
On most daylights it's a facade trying to act normal amidst the uncomfortably comforting crowd. With fading light the facade begins to thin, nights usually lonesome,sing ballads of freedom though soon over joy conquers the light, again.
It's almost like a birth and death with every single dawn and dusk.
On some days ,I find myself laying in peace,at no harm. No motion declares an unprepared battle, No perils reaching high.
Watching sunsets, kissing the wind, singing to hills afar and moving clouds.
On most some days it's a void tune played on loop. A bound and few walls around. Disappearance of almost all emotions.
A shallow of my heart's depth. None it bothers but the very fact of my existence.
A constant question with all false answers.
A philosophy flickering, changing, with every remaking of shades in horizon.
Through seasons,a dead interrogation stands alive.
Through,
Falling of spring it questions my unpleasantly nervous beating of heart,
Harsh summer sun it questions 'The Purpose',
Crying of rain it questions the blurred Wonder of sulking sight,
Arriving of unseen autumn it questions the confused aesthetics of retarded brain,
Cold winter moon it questions the sanity of unapologetically suffocated breathing lungs
here again,
Some seasons pass by like most days
and some days pass by like most seasons
#review
#writeup
#sans
On most daylights it's a facade trying to act normal amidst the uncomfortably comforting crowd. With fading light the facade begins to thin, nights usually lonesome,sing ballads of freedom though soon over joy conquers the light, again.
It's almost like a birth and death with every single dawn and dusk.
On some days ,I find myself laying in peace,at no harm. No motion declares an unprepared battle, No perils reaching high.
Watching sunsets, kissing the wind, singing to hills afar and moving clouds.
On most some days it's a void tune played on loop. A bound and few walls around. Disappearance of almost all emotions.
A shallow of my heart's depth. None it bothers but the very fact of my existence.
A constant question with all false answers.
A philosophy flickering, changing, with every remaking of shades in horizon.
Through seasons,a dead interrogation stands alive.
Through,
Falling of spring it questions my unpleasantly nervous beating of heart,
Harsh summer sun it questions 'The Purpose',
Crying of rain it questions the blurred Wonder of sulking sight,
Arriving of unseen autumn it questions the confused aesthetics of retarded brain,
Cold winter moon it questions the sanity of unapologetically suffocated breathing lungs
here again,
Some seasons pass by like most days
and some days pass by like most seasons
#review
#writeup
#sans
Oh, look how far have reached my steps,
a mile on count is left ahead
A desperate run in a go gets done,
a joy to swirl the one mile sun
To stand so quiet, when spring falls off ,
a bliss i sight in the one Mile ride
Four wind vanes standing up high,chasing the rushed train passing by,
my vision stands till its last sight blurs the eye
Oh,look how far have reached my steps,
for them to become a trace of joy , a mile ahead is the Start of my
To run is a myth,
don't run, steps might lie
Stand is the Start,
to a one mile joy..
a one mile joy.
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#sans
#sillypoetry
a mile on count is left ahead
A desperate run in a go gets done,
a joy to swirl the one mile sun
To stand so quiet, when spring falls off ,
a bliss i sight in the one Mile ride
Four wind vanes standing up high,chasing the rushed train passing by,
my vision stands till its last sight blurs the eye
Oh,look how far have reached my steps,
for them to become a trace of joy , a mile ahead is the Start of my
To run is a myth,
don't run, steps might lie
Stand is the Start,
to a one mile joy..
a one mile joy.
#review
#sans
#sillypoetry
A mystery far above a wonder
A being of a greater prosper ,
In the midst beyond and beneath lay its roots enormous
A sheer holy blaze of one's cry,
As ashed as calcium on sand witnessing existence of a shy
A mystery above a wonder,
For a swim that takes away the joy to drown an obscure thunder
A bright of one's sky,delving for a dwell beneath the high,
Unsung to the ballads of voices left deprived of a try
In the dilemma of life suppressed is its prosper, its thrive
A mystery far beyond a wonder,
For dreams seem more than a slumber
#review
#mypoetry
#sans_writes
A being of a greater prosper ,
In the midst beyond and beneath lay its roots enormous
A sheer holy blaze of one's cry,
As ashed as calcium on sand witnessing existence of a shy
A mystery above a wonder,
For a swim that takes away the joy to drown an obscure thunder
A bright of one's sky,delving for a dwell beneath the high,
Unsung to the ballads of voices left deprived of a try
In the dilemma of life suppressed is its prosper, its thrive
A mystery far beyond a wonder,
For dreams seem more than a slumber
#review
#mypoetry
#sans_writes
A being of a greater prosper,
In midst beyond and beneath lay its roots enormous
A sheer holy blaze of one's cry,
As ashed as calcium on sand ,the existence of a shy
A mystery far beyond a wonder,
For a swim takes away the joy to drown, an obscure thunder
A bright of one's sky,
Delving for the dwell beneath the high
Unsung to the ballads , of voices left deprived of a try
In a dilemma of life , suppressed is its prosper its thrive
A mystery far beyond a wonder,
For dreams seek more than a slumber
#review
#sans
#dreams
In midst beyond and beneath lay its roots enormous
A sheer holy blaze of one's cry,
As ashed as calcium on sand ,the existence of a shy
A mystery far beyond a wonder,
For a swim takes away the joy to drown, an obscure thunder
A bright of one's sky,
Delving for the dwell beneath the high
Unsung to the ballads , of voices left deprived of a try
In a dilemma of life , suppressed is its prosper its thrive
A mystery far beyond a wonder,
For dreams seek more than a slumber
#review
#sans
#dreams
A being of a greater prosper,
In midst beyond and beneath lay its roots enormous
A sheer holy blaze of one's cry,
As ashed as calcium on sand ,the existence of a shy
A mystery far beyond a wonder,
For a swim that takes away the joy to drown, an obscure thunder
A bright of one's sky,
Delving for the dwell beneath the high,
Unsung to the ballads , of voices left deprived of a try
In a dilemma of life , suppressed is its prosper its thrive
A mystery far beyond a wonder,
For dreams seek more than a slumber
#review
#sans
In midst beyond and beneath lay its roots enormous
A sheer holy blaze of one's cry,
As ashed as calcium on sand ,the existence of a shy
A mystery far beyond a wonder,
For a swim that takes away the joy to drown, an obscure thunder
A bright of one's sky,
Delving for the dwell beneath the high,
Unsung to the ballads , of voices left deprived of a try
In a dilemma of life , suppressed is its prosper its thrive
A mystery far beyond a wonder,
For dreams seek more than a slumber
#review
#sans
A being of a greater prosper,
In midst beyond and beneath lay its roots enormous
A sheer holy blaze of one's cry,
As ashed as calcium on sand ,the existence of a shy
A mystery far beyond a wonder,
For a swim that takes away the joy to drown, an obscure thunder
A bright of one's sky,
Delving for the dwell beneath the high
Unsung to the ballads , of voices left deprived of a try
In a dilemma of life , suppressed is its prosper its thrive
A mystery far beyond a wonder,
For dreams seek more than a slumber
#review
#sans
In midst beyond and beneath lay its roots enormous
A sheer holy blaze of one's cry,
As ashed as calcium on sand ,the existence of a shy
A mystery far beyond a wonder,
For a swim that takes away the joy to drown, an obscure thunder
A bright of one's sky,
Delving for the dwell beneath the high
Unsung to the ballads , of voices left deprived of a try
In a dilemma of life , suppressed is its prosper its thrive
A mystery far beyond a wonder,
For dreams seek more than a slumber
#review
#sans
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?
#review
#sans
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?
#review
#sans
You pursue me as your final destiny,
A qualification that I am to you, you certify me , a Lauren maybe gold
A small world that you seek within,
A pity on how you can't witness the wonders I see
How obsessed are you and how Cascade is my fluid brain , for your obsession being just an acrylic little rock to it , me poring rain
I deviate the 'I' from you,
A boomerang , a pendulum for you, it bounces back
A come and go you think the 'I' is,
A 'stay' you demand for it
I wish for you a vision
I wish for you a life
#review
#sans
A qualification that I am to you, you certify me , a Lauren maybe gold
A small world that you seek within,
A pity on how you can't witness the wonders I see
How obsessed are you and how Cascade is my fluid brain , for your obsession being just an acrylic little rock to it , me poring rain
I deviate the 'I' from you,
A boomerang , a pendulum for you, it bounces back
A come and go you think the 'I' is,
A 'stay' you demand for it
I wish for you a vision
I wish for you a life
#review
#sans
We pave our way towards the stardust,
When million collisions fade beside
Our labour but a mere phenomenon
to harbour where the bondsmen reside
With weapons in our brain
and shield in the sleeves
When least of the mankind
Shrink upon our weak feets
We then in chorus sing our defeat, with cold in the blood till
We March towards the heat
and
Then on the arid land
When we lay down the dead bones
It rains through our sullen sights
to the point we drown into our own built heights
We then again
Pave our way towards the stardust
When million collisions fade beside
When million collisions fade beside
#poetry
#review
#sans
When million collisions fade beside
Our labour but a mere phenomenon
to harbour where the bondsmen reside
With weapons in our brain
and shield in the sleeves
When least of the mankind
Shrink upon our weak feets
We then in chorus sing our defeat, with cold in the blood till
We March towards the heat
and
Then on the arid land
When we lay down the dead bones
It rains through our sullen sights
to the point we drown into our own built heights
We then again
Pave our way towards the stardust
When million collisions fade beside
When million collisions fade beside
#poetry
#review
#sans
We pave our way towards the stardust,
When million collisions fade beside
Our labour but a mere phenomenon
to harbour where the bondsmen reside
With weapons in our brain
and shield in the sleeves
When least of the mankind
Shrink upon our feets
We then in chorus sing our defeat, with cold in the blood till ,
we March towards the heat
and
Then on the arid land
When we lay down the dead bones
It rains through our sullen sights
to the point we drown into our own build heights
We then again
Pave our way towards the stardust
When million collisions fade beside
When million collisions fade beside
#review
#poetry
#sans
When million collisions fade beside
Our labour but a mere phenomenon
to harbour where the bondsmen reside
With weapons in our brain
and shield in the sleeves
When least of the mankind
Shrink upon our feets
We then in chorus sing our defeat, with cold in the blood till ,
we March towards the heat
and
Then on the arid land
When we lay down the dead bones
It rains through our sullen sights
to the point we drown into our own build heights
We then again
Pave our way towards the stardust
When million collisions fade beside
When million collisions fade beside
#review
#poetry
#sans
We have fought a battle, a long long ago.
We might have won, but in pale yellow burnt scripts, there isn't any Trace,
Though we believe, we utterly, dearly keep Faith
In it's victory, and for it did win for our fate.
I remember them saying,
'Through it's virtue God brought us Morals.
And to continue we shall act upon our deeds, correct what one feels.'
Never really did they emphasized on Ethics,
As in pale yellow burnt scripts they might have found some invisible trace's of ink.
And it might have said to them,
' Through what you believe, comes enactment of your deed, here's a path, don't bend,walk straight, here are rules, don't break, walk straight'
And onwards and ahead,
With God's sheer-sheer Grace, we
Shall keep moving.
As it says
For them, Their God,
Is pale yellow scripts.
For me Mine somewhere else exists
And when from afar afar,
I ask him to take me away,
He then silently maybe replies,
In pale yellow burns, you carve me
And then, just then,
To you ,in their invisible Traces, might seem my smiles
Until then,
Believe them.
Walk straight, don't bend,
Here is your path keep on the chase.
#review
#sans
#poetry
We might have won, but in pale yellow burnt scripts, there isn't any Trace,
Though we believe, we utterly, dearly keep Faith
In it's victory, and for it did win for our fate.
I remember them saying,
'Through it's virtue God brought us Morals.
And to continue we shall act upon our deeds, correct what one feels.'
Never really did they emphasized on Ethics,
As in pale yellow burnt scripts they might have found some invisible trace's of ink.
And it might have said to them,
' Through what you believe, comes enactment of your deed, here's a path, don't bend,walk straight, here are rules, don't break, walk straight'
And onwards and ahead,
With God's sheer-sheer Grace, we
Shall keep moving.
As it says
For them, Their God,
Is pale yellow scripts.
For me Mine somewhere else exists
And when from afar afar,
I ask him to take me away,
He then silently maybe replies,
In pale yellow burns, you carve me
And then, just then,
To you ,in their invisible Traces, might seem my smiles
Until then,
Believe them.
Walk straight, don't bend,
Here is your path keep on the chase.
#review
#sans
#poetry
For courage is letting go of the fears that you reside in
and hope of a being
Gasp until your heart aches for the warmth of the love it once shared
Bawl to the agony of tragedy that flowed along with the blood through your veins
Fall into the symphony Edvard Grieg once made
Reach to the point of disgust and bathe in the trauma that surrendered to you its faith
Exist in seventeen out of hundred of your fears
For once, look closer into the mirror that is as real as it appears
Leer at The Starry Night, no Vincent could ever paint
Until your eyelids close to their suspense
Oath to the pores that your skin ever veiled
Behold the scars of your mother that never healed
Go slow in the heads of horror
Go deep in the dark philosophy in Arthur Schopenhauer’s honor
Plead to the lord of misery, for great sufferings of ever beyond and more
Wear the wisdom of the evil that history never wore
And then,
Let shadows of your beloved that long ago were burnt, sing you the last lullaby
Sleep to never wake up again in the dream of demons, ode them the last goodbye
Gather fragments of the courage you swore upon midst the million sufferings
Open the doors once latched, let bright of your brain lit the horizon of infinite dreams
#sans
#review
and hope of a being
Gasp until your heart aches for the warmth of the love it once shared
Bawl to the agony of tragedy that flowed along with the blood through your veins
Fall into the symphony Edvard Grieg once made
Reach to the point of disgust and bathe in the trauma that surrendered to you its faith
Exist in seventeen out of hundred of your fears
For once, look closer into the mirror that is as real as it appears
Leer at The Starry Night, no Vincent could ever paint
Until your eyelids close to their suspense
Oath to the pores that your skin ever veiled
Behold the scars of your mother that never healed
Go slow in the heads of horror
Go deep in the dark philosophy in Arthur Schopenhauer’s honor
Plead to the lord of misery, for great sufferings of ever beyond and more
Wear the wisdom of the evil that history never wore
And then,
Let shadows of your beloved that long ago were burnt, sing you the last lullaby
Sleep to never wake up again in the dream of demons, ode them the last goodbye
Gather fragments of the courage you swore upon midst the million sufferings
Open the doors once latched, let bright of your brain lit the horizon of infinite dreams
#sans
#review
How to not hold on to the belongings
Whilst you bathe in the agony and I am out there revolting
We see the stars with tears in our eyes and we know there's no dream left
But we do still be hopelessly waiting for the hope in disguise
There's so much patience in us but we no more could put up with the dread in our minds
Halfway through the day we yet keep awaiting for the nights
We have gotten nowhere but look how far have come our lives
From finding the purpose of our souls
to now laying down helplessly with inconsequential smiles
Only you and I know how to convey the inconveniency of the bothersome hearts with APHASIA
Expressing themselves with insufficient words and futile rhymes
#review
#sans
Whilst you bathe in the agony and I am out there revolting
We see the stars with tears in our eyes and we know there's no dream left
But we do still be hopelessly waiting for the hope in disguise
There's so much patience in us but we no more could put up with the dread in our minds
Halfway through the day we yet keep awaiting for the nights
We have gotten nowhere but look how far have come our lives
From finding the purpose of our souls
to now laying down helplessly with inconsequential smiles
Only you and I know how to convey the inconveniency of the bothersome hearts with APHASIA
Expressing themselves with insufficient words and futile rhymes
#review
#sans