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  • bluekat 1w

    Oh! My beloved

    Oh! my beloved ,
    Why don't you deserve a company,
    Oh ! Beloved ,
    Why does all walk away
    When you long to care
    Oh ! My beloved ,
    Why does no one see
    What you want to give

    Oh! my beloved,
    Why do you still think so deprived
    When all you wish is to love
    Oh ! My beloved ,
    Why do you let your heart bleed
    Trying to cover another wound
    Oh ! My beloved
    Why do u turn into a sufferer from saviour

    Oh ! My beloved ,
    My kind soul,
    Why do you let emotions hurt
    With intentions so pure
    Why do you stand for rejection ,
    When you aren't even considered
    Oh ! My beloved
    Why is it you forget to embrace yourself

    Oh ! My beloved,
    it must be all about the receivers end
    What if the deserving ones are s waiting
    Dust off the faces that turned back
    Let go the hands that left
    Fill in the hands that open
    To see a whole new world
    Of appreciation and admiration

    ~Kat

  • bluekat 13w

    The world ends ;
    Not when earth quakes
    Not when volcano erupts
    Not when hurricane blows

    The world ends ;
    When human vultures are born
    When demons house
    The sacred temple of god
    Contaminated inside the cover
    Wolfed in disguise
    When impurity stained thoughts
    Drops as poison in pure milk
    Religion nothing more than a piggy bank
    Digged only for gold
    A symbol of war
    Swords speak louder than deeds

    The world ends ,
    When women , a tool
    Objects threatened to rape
    In a land named as mother by itself

    Wealth and fame
    Over rule territories
    When justice is not served
    Human race endangered
    World thrives on mankind
    No more after the death of the last kind man;

    The world ends ;
    Not with the rise of vigorous tides
    But with the heights of ignorance
    Power of ego that grows with greed
    Retards evolution
    And sets to move backward

    The world ends ;
    Extinction happens
    Not on earth ,
    In actions and definitions
    That no longer define life of man
    Destruction by itself
    Ends it all ,
    And so does the world ends...

    ©Kat

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    World end

    The world ends ;
    Not when earth quakes
    Not when volcano erupts ...

    The world ends ;
    When human vultures are born

    ~kat

  • bluekat 13w

    Hope

    Tracing the imprints,
    Isolate the ones of hope
    Read it until u learn it
    Go deep into the impressions
    They arent left merely
    Head towards it
    Ponder where u stand
    Some out of sight
    Dust them apart
    Faded traces form up
    Only for those who havent walked back,
    U aren't lost if u haven't given up
    Lost ways unfold new ones
    Stay awake ,
    Take a turn more
    Keep the moves a bit longer
    Destination may seem too far
    For those are paths that give you big,
    Each imprint of hope
    Uncovers bit by bit
    Only then you find steps ahead,
    Common roads taken
    Never leads to treasure
    As unusual hidden places
    Awaits only for the epic men..
    ~kat

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    Hope

    Tracing the imprints
    Isolating the ones of hope
    Read it until u learn it...

    Common roads taken
    Never leads to treasure ..

    As unusual hidden places
    Awaits only for the epic men...

    ~kat

  • bluekat 14w

    Sleep on a bed of roses,
    Dust off the grains of sands
    Graveyard is grounded in mud
    And petals a blanket cover when dead..
    Buried deep within the soil beneath
    Remain same for rich and poor
    Now; a shelter for your cells
    Till flesh turn to bone dust
    Above and below ; you see
    Only to become food for tiny beings
    Not even enough for belly
    Of creatures you ate upon
    To quench the thirst of hunger when alive..
    Engraved words of tombstone
    Is all that remains
    No longer than the land displaced ..
    Then what is that which remains
    A question ; fact ; or an answer
    Hard to figure out this puzzle
    Memories some say ;
    But how long do they last ,
    Not more than few generations ahead ,
    Work of art and deeds praised ;
    Is a mere probability
    The final verdict of Karma
    For a king or slave
    Evident as the furious Sun
    In this court we stand
    Need no eye witness for proof
    Of victim and culprit ;
    Judge and justice;
    All by us ; for us ; prove it all yourself..
    The matter of weighing gold
    Or gems you earned ;
    Status and fame ; asked by none..
    Slept in rugs or bed of roses;
    Lived in a palace or slum,
    Naked inside out ,
    When stepped in and out;
    With a cry at birth And at death
    Wear a happy or grieving face
    In the hands of our existence
    The price of life
    Paid by none
    As both the graves of richness and poverty
    Filled by lumps of mud
    Heap of ashes
    And a handful of prayers or curse
    Under the feet of all ,
    Is where we sleep forever after again ...
    ©Kat

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    An epitaph

    Sleep on a bed of roses,
    Dust off the grains of sand
    Graveyard is grounded in mud
    And petals a blanket cover when dead....

    ~Kat

  • bluekat 14w

    ('SHE' referred here can be both me and you.This is my story for today.Her role may be enacted tomorrow by anyone of you.
    SHE- the beauty to her beast is the story of millions who hide in the mask of fake smile around us.
    5 years of depression covered up cannot be claimed as a ladder of growth if I choose not to disclose it . Perhaps , the only change you long for can begin with yourself.
    On this World mental health day I recall having failed , trying to pen down few words on this battle years back, inspite of gathering all my courage. You become a true survivor only when you narrate your tale with a wide grin that brings even a wider one on a reader s face.)

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    She - the beauty to her beast

    A teenager girl holding hands of her weeping mother stood frightened near the entrance of a hospital . Here, the sirens blew more than wind . The girl sat in a wheel chair that guided to a dingy room .She gazed through the dusty window pane for a while, thinking if the eyes of mob or her mental health bothered her more.
    She never woke up to see another day. Everyday seemed to be dark nights.The routine started with a phone ring for a bunch of so called psycho people to rush into a wrecked ambulance .It took her for a worst ride to the doctor's residence.A conversation she disliked the most ended like a rapid fire round with long listed prescription.
    She took medicines more than food . She refrained to step out of the four cracked walls of that shady room . The voices said, this girl seem so silent but they never heard her yell.The sight of a crowd scared her to hell. They only a had couple of advices that failed to save her. She had no other way than confronting with the demon inside her .Slowly that beast became her only companion.People say you can only help yourself escape from it.In this hostage the more she tried to run off , tighter the demon entangled her. She shouted out of her throat for someone to rescue her.Tears fell down her cheeks like an endless river out of helplessness.It all became a scary nightmare of sleepless nights.At times her eyelids wished to shut down at once but the noises in her head kept on .Drained to the core , days became years.
    'It shall all pass away' , hold her back from ending it all each time..The story of the beauty and the beast cannot continue if the beast is dead forever.
    She , the beauty and her mind the beast, live together .Who mastered whom switches in and out...

  • bluekat 16w

    I don't care
    Even if you stare
    Cz I am rare
    Call me dumb
    When you feel to dump
    So that I no longer stay in a slum
    Try to cut off my wing
    I ll still float and not sink
    As I ll die as a king
    Hold back tight the rope u tie
    Before I could fly
    Into the heights of sky
    Misfit I may stand
    To be enough in your land
    After all we stand on the same sand
    Warn me danger
    That comes along a stranger
    So that he can freely wander till they endanger
    Judge the length of my skirt
    Make it an excuse to flirt
    Filthy enough to spill over dirt
    Never knew it can do more than just walk
    Till you guys dare to stalk
    And long listed words to mock
    All i say is not to stop
    Until it clot
    The desires of your thought
    The world will be world
    For those who curled
    In a self made mould
    The rest of the lot that I belong
    Is the world of the peeps who prolong
    To be in a throne
    U can never stop me
    Till I choose to rope me
    I live with hope
    That u can never easily robe
    Neither will I ever sobe
    Regrets for those who do not dare
    To step on to the flames that flare
    For some just who continues to stare
    I am the one who cross the bed
    Of thorns but not roses so red
    To see a world not dead
    The world of brave
    Is all that i crave
    Which u can only rave
    So let it go
    I am neither your friend nor foe
    Not a face that u saw
    This world is mine as its yours
    Live a life in fierce
    Worthy to be honoured for years..
    ~kat

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    I don't care
    Even if you stare
    Cz I am rare

    Call me dumb
    When you feel to dump
    So that I no longer stay in a slum..

    ~I do not care

    © Kat

  • bluekat 16w

    THE IRONICAl LIVING

    Singing lullaby
    The little flower face bloomed
    ' Wow ' , exclaimed all,
    Cravings so sweet and fulfilled
    Singings let the sweetness grow...

    Ops, had a sudden fall ,
    Looked upon with amusement
    Oh , she gazed with joy...

    Then came the ironical world
    Of living , of life,
    Colours meant to mean a certain way,
    A world full of rules ,
    Preachings began to change each time
    Hard to follow the heart she thought..
    Less did she know her songs will end
    Breaking seemed so habitual
    Her cravings misunderstood
    Mouth made to shut at once
    All again and ever after
    Her silence did only speak...

    ©Kat

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    The ironical living

    The little flower face bloomed
    ' Wow ' , exclaimed all,

    Cravings so sweet and fulfilled
    Singings let the sweetness grow...


    Then came the ironical world.
    Of living , of life,
    Less did she know her songs will end ..

    ©Kat

  • bluekat 16w

    Perspective

    Is it illusion
    Or delusion
    Is it the unknown dimension
    Or play of light
    The views shift with angle
    Pictures change with time
    A visual treat indeed
    Display patterns so vivid
    I see a different world
    Through an ants eyes
    A gigantic yet exciting one
    Look into the lens of an eagle eye
    Marvelously the nature in its peak
    A better scene is far to dream
    Witness the world hidden
    Deep in corals
    How can a single colour of blue
    Dissolve charisma into water molecules
    Far beyond our eyes can capture
    The obscure life of water creatures
    To some the sight pixelated
    Never do they complain
    Of a world unseen
    The rain a huge falling boulder
    Or tiny droplets for some
    The soil under feet ground for some
    And the same is a sky for a bird in the clouds
    When earth is what they see from sky
    The sky is the limit that we set
    Their destiny is where we stand
    And ours is where they fly
    Two point and three point
    Vanishing points plotted
    Just cz it is hard to explain
    Why some sites never fit in frame
    When nothing around us
    Occupy the space of a box
    How easy can our eyes deceive
    The people or situations
    The culprit or victim
    We never know who is at fault
    variables are many
    As frequencies and wavelengths
    Powerful enough to change the entire image
    criss cross our spectrum
    As inside a kaleidoscopic mirror
    Of a phenomenal life
    The perspective , the essence
    A secret game changer

    ©Kat

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    Perspective

    Is it illusion
    Or delusion

    Is it the unknown dimension
    Or play of light

    The perspective , the essence
    A secret game changer

    ~kat

  • bluekat 16w

    The mist of thoughts

    I stand up
    To feel the earth move
    Stable is all that I know
    Birds chirp till night falls
    The song is all they know
    Lil baby cry for a piece of sweet
    Sweetness is all the want...

    We all seek for the unseen and unheard
    Mystery is what we set upon to search
    Coz truths are unknown

    I love and embrace
    The warmth it gives,
    It is all that i can feel..
    Laugh out loud
    Bliss is what my heart want
    Peace is all i need ..
    ~kat

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    The misty thoughts

    I stand up
    To feel the earth move
    Stable is all that I know

    Mystery is what we set upon to search
    Coz truths are unknown ...

    The warmth it gives,
    It is all that i can feel..

    ©Kat

  • bluekat 16w

    U have enough and all they said,
    All i wanted is nothing more
    But my own soul...
    U aren't t alone but in a crowd they said,
    Who knew i searched for my own shadow..
    Don't fear to speak out they said,
    The moment i uttered am sick,
    Then came all the queries..
    U can fix everything they said,
    How can i fix something that isn't t found...
    Oh no, what so happened to be ill they asked,
    I struggled hard for an explanation each time,
    I wonder if u can loose ur hands and legs
    Then why cant it be mind ...
    No one can feel depressed they said,
    My mind asked me what is so called feeling after all..
    Am all about a feeling less state it said..
    The stigma to which its too sticky in its syllable too ..
    That the very sound of it complicates
    Flames up my dilemma ,
    Emotions make up a man ,
    Emotionless existence fail to convey as it is out of our league ..
    The weirdest sensations send shock waves across my veins,
    Are u okay now? They asked..
    Some questions are born without answers,
    This is the one of that kind for me,
    What should i say , this enquiry that popped as nightmare every single day,
    Even if i did reply will it ever be enough,
    To quench all these queries...

    Words not spoken

    ~kat

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    Words not spoken

    U have enough and all they said,
    All i wanted is nothing more
    But my own soul...

    U aren't t alone but in a crowd they said,
    Who knew i searched for my own shadow..

    U can fix everything they said,
    How can i fix something that isn't t found...