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The age doesn't matter
The age doesn't matter, what matters is the heart... The way it respects others in the crowd and when you are alone,
What matters is the eyes when you take a look at someone,
What matters is the relationship you maintain with someone,
What matters is the understanding you have towards someone,
If it's not within,
Lose yourself from the heart and soul of the other....
It's not about age, whose greener or whose geriatric....
It's about you...
Of being a much of a Knower
©Maitrayee11 -
You made me feel beautiful
Though I am not
You made me feel young
And my age I forgot
You took me to world of dreams
Taught me to love my life a lot.
©beensN -
The moon and the ocean
She was his moon,
He was her ocean,
And together;
They gossiped about the stars,
Sang lullabies for the wind,
And danced under the rains.
But in the melancholic end,
The moon would just sink down below the ocean and then vanish.
Then the sun would come,
And the bright day would start,
But when dark nights would come again,
The moon would walk through the sky to meet the ocean.
And they'd again gossip about the stars, sing and dance together,
So as to form a magical world of their own.
And the poetic universal rhyme,
Of days and nights,
would go on again and again.
And oh little heart,
If you ever feel broken,
Just gaze upon the moon and the ocean,
For you too shall be someone's moon,
And someone shall be your ocean.
©jiyaa91735 -
itsmedash007 2w
"The Town of the Living Dead"-A Musing
The late winter's night as I sat across the room eyes transfixed gazing into the blemishes of sky
filled with a blanket of dazzling diamond like minute entities conspiring to let bystanders lose
time in awe of their glory and beauty. I too one of these looked into their games of forming
random shapes or constellations as you may have rightly guessed imprinted in the dark pitch
black canvas like one of Van Gogh's paintings. The night to me appears like his last painting for
sure before he suffered traumatically to his grave but I'm in awestruck of this night and not in
shambles mourning an unfateful death. Amongst all these stars there was the everlasting star of
the late night show hidden behind the childish nonchalant clouds preying upon the old hound
unaware of its mighty old existence. The never stopping clouds young, ruthless and filled with
lust for life moving frantically around the aged but surprisingly undull moon. The actual king of
the night who has stood his ground, thumping upon the twinkling stars. It's serene light guiding
the wandering souls through lost nights. Oh! How I'd relish the opportunity to sail my night
through the luscious sea of stars to my moonland. Far far away from the commotion, the
madness that runs intricately in our lives that we've become complacent captives of our motives that we can't differ the living from the dead. What are we then 'The Living Dead?' running behind money, power and holdings. Have we thought of the adrenaline rush of the exhuming flare of our youthful days in admiration of some bitter love story which we relinquished with utmost difficulty leaving us broken or remembering those chirpy minutes with friends for old time's sake spending time with people who mattered. We've forgotten to live. To enjoy is to live. To fulfil dreams is to live. To admire the beautiful is to live. I'm living when I'm musing in awe of the moon and its pals the dazzling stars. The boats empty, no commuters wandering are these clouds in search of souls waiting to drop them in moonland. All interspersed in letting us live few moments to lie back in some distant land, on the mountain top bareback and barefoot on soft grass breathing fresh gust of sea wind gazing into the moonlit sky. The damp soil touching my
soul not skin. My putrified heart and soul blended into one for few moments when I let my
aspersions not take control of me, I exhumed with all due exuberance the thoughts that latched
onto me and returned my days of chirpy childishness infront of my dazy eyes like a dream I know in the subconscious if I wanted to I could wake up but no I lived it all again in mere few
seconds. Those days of living shall remain etched in my memory and I headed back for the
dead and deserted town of the living dead. The living dead my present my future into continuum
until then the cloud my wayfarer, the stars my bridge and the moon my destination.
©itsmedash007 -
I notice the world is an optical illusion
People always in pain and confusion
Relieve your soul from the chaos of your mind
The message here is to all mankind
The true vision is not in your eyes
Realize that and then you'll rize
Your care and love make you worthy
No one here is trust worthy
But when you study each other's existence
You'll realize the world is all about persistance
©fouratpoems -
Young Soul
She opened up her soul after decades
Still young with wrinkles on her face
©that_freak -
poison_girl01 4w
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@manishita_saha06Desperate
All we do is live in a moment;
We desperately want to forget. -
seainside 4w
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Faith is the tipping point ,
That decides success or failure.
©_truesayings_ -
हकीकत में जीने का अब हमने शौक पाल लिया।
अपने सपनों को आँखों के भीतर खुद मार लिया।
©_truesayings_ -
कहते हैं पीने वाले मर जाते हैं जवानी में
हमने तो बुजुर्गों को जवान होते देखा हैं मैखाने में
©_the_introvert_boy__ -
naïveté.
she wore her words on her face
as clear as day.
her eyes told a thousand stories of fantasies and cautions, of painful lessons and loves lost.
but her lips, forever curved at the corners were speaking an opposing language.
they said “welcome”.
they read of hope and bright-eyed buoyancy.
her optimism was her life jacket.
©s.n. centauri -
seainside 6w
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Rainbow sprinkles
Rainbow sprinkles adorned his ice cream ,
His hadn held tight in Josh's .
Their bare feet on the cold sea water ,
Eyes meet , electric sparks , explosions .
On the deserted island they loitered ,
And for once they didn't feel -
Today I thought about you
As I often do
I wondered if you could see me
I wondered if you knew
Were you there beside me
Watching from above
I wondered were you happy now
I wondered were you loved
In silence I said I missed you
But never spoke a word..
I wondered if you'd have answered
I wondered if you'd heard
My eyes they filled a little
As I reread the words in stone
My heart it ached with sorrow
As I could not bring you home
I think and visit often
Sometimes it's hard to bare
Nobody knows how hard it is
To turn and leave you there
Forever I will wonder
Forever wonder why
Why God allows some of us to suffer
And allows the young to die
©bekkim212 -
bird_of_ink 5w
Snowman
Dull croaks outside with the faint smell of earth which comes after a long awaited spell of rain, the cool night breeze and the lo-fi music station had set the mood of Arindam. It was nearing the mid-terms and our poor old protagonist was deep in thought on the subject dealing with hearts and hormones and brains. Only thing different was that he was far from the text book knowledge, for he was immersed with the thought of a girl, a girl which somehow managed to ease by the cracks of his dumb persona, and the thought of expressing his "pure , untainted love".
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[Now that I remember that period, only word that comes to my mind is 'naive'.]
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Morning spells , seldom loved by anyone, is my personal favourite way to start a day. Even after all these years, rain always seem to bring me a sense of serendipity, with a touch of nostalgia. But curse these muddy potholes !!
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[Not since 'that' day]
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"A project requiring two members or one isn't clear yet but start making it from now. And Arindam meet me after the class"- announced our eccentric algebra teacher. What did I do now ? And why is she looking around the class..... Che can't recall her name.
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I can quite clearly reminisce about her kohl outlined eyes, those doe shaped beauties aiming to freeze fire and unintentionally enrapturing anyone and everyone who looks into her eyes. Calling her Medusa -would it be fair ?
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[Those eyes had mystery and coyness blended smoothly , so smooth that I was nearly lost. But besides that, something else seem to be hidden]
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Che, I need to form a group with her for this. But first let me ask her name.
But hey ,! why that glare ? I was just asking your name, and what do you mean I already know it ? Man what a bitch, I suck at remembering names ya know. Am already hating her.
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What an asshole I was during those days. Without knowing anything I judge, a folly of mine which I suppose I have overcome. But instead of judging now I have developed a vice just as bad if not worse, which is not having any expectations from anyone. But is it really a vice of mine or a virtue burried under the reality of life ?? Time will tell I suppose, time which is not so much in my grasp.
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[Time is the greatest healer. A load of bull. _Arindam]
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So I was presumably invited to her house for the project, or so she says. Man my chance for participation landed in her court, courtesy of our resident eccentric.
Still, I got to help but hey why is Prabhas being so excited. He invited himself to her house, just go in my stead wannabe cassanova.
But she got a cute smile. Ehhhh.
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©bird_of_ink -
Rational
So long as we, the younger generation have rational minds shall we be able to wipe out the ignorant.
©erlinay -
inmymonkeymind 12w
©inmymonkeymind
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imagine
imagine if
you could go back in time
imagine if
your life would rewind
imagine if
you had a chance to redo
imagine if
you were able talk to younger you
©nothingleftsoiwrite