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तो हर शख्स अपना सा लगता है।
छा जाएँ जब काले बादल उस पर,
हर अपना पराया सा लगता है।
शायद भूल जाते है लोग अकसर,
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preranarathi
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I dare you to find" its been a while "in one of my comments ......
So if you want to play this game state it in the comments so I know your playing ...this is easy guys just go throu my comments in all my quotes and you'll find it ... your reward is a follow and 3likes
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mackruis
35w
Whats loneliness?
An emotion that's been spoke with self when you find except your shadow to talk, that to often let's you in dark!
Were
staying in this lonely path is also amazing, which lets you stop blinking and start thinking!
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chandralekha_vw
44w
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Dear S,
the world is made up of little things:
stardust and kindness and pauses;
I now believe that life is often lived
somewhere amidst a series of pause:
pause between each different musical note
between the thunder and the lightening
between that which is written and thought
between the knock and the answer
between the dream and the nightmare
between the hurt and the scar
I always said, "pause is nothing and a scar always has a story to tell"
but then, you said,
"There are always a few pauses in a story that completes it, no?"
"pause is just nothing in such a busy schedule," I said
and yet most of our conversation started and ended with "nothing"
also, people always notice things, like scars when they pause, yes?
the scar is just a scratch on the surface
if one pays no attention to it,
give it no thought, and it just exists
unnoticed, under layers of dead skin
and wasted time (almost invisible)
it starts making sense when one halts
in between living and acting
you started loving Shakespeare,
especially for his soliloquies that often
abounded in everything that should
have remained unsaid [...]
before all this appreciation and criticism
you always thought that soliloquy is a brief pause in the life of the character as he tries so fervently to adjust, accept, embrace and decrypt people and situations
that generally made no sense during the course of action!
I thought you tend to make stories out of nothing!
but then again, I realize now
stories are made from so many different
types of pauses:
you don't make stories when grief dances
or when scars speak or
when laughter sounds musical
you make stories out of hollow vocal cords
to fill in the void with endurable truths
and to fathom the depths of nothingness.
I know that now.
Pause. Think. Pause. Speak.
Eternal,
C.
©chandralekha_vw
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Often people find it
difficult to verbalise emotions
especially the genuine ones
unadulterated by overthinking
or those that could end up
dislodging many things:
life, bonds and hearts,
like an elegy or a goodbye!
Maybe that is why they write
Maybe that is why I write
Because hearts are machines(?)
that short circuits when overburdened
with both voice and words
maybe it cools and functions smoothly
when words flow through
the labyrinths of crisscrossing veins
spilling and blotching ink on papers!
I write because words seem
clearer on paper,
maybe because writing brings out the
unambiguity in sad words by eliminating
tone, pitch and tenor of the voice
Maybe because writing is the voice of everything that remains unsaid
punctuated by time and memory.
Even an abrupt "Bye!" without reason
sounds poetic when conveyed in writing:
numbness takes its time to blanket you
Words when spoken- the byes and goodbyes
often hits you out of nowhere like a running train
whereas writing is kind, it
acts as a slow poison,
not killing or smacking people
just damaging them enough so that
they can be mended back together
like in the art of Kintsugi.
I write because it is something
akin to Kintsugi:
Written words are lacquer
that holds people together.
-Chandralekha Panda ��
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I write because it is
akin to Kintsugi:
Written words are lacquer
that holds people together.
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chandralekha_vw
44w
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People travel the world with
the help of a map.
But, do they explore the word with a map?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Back in school,
Every year with a set of new books
I got an Atlas.
To gawk at it was my
favourite pastime:
India, Congo, Plateau of Tibet,
Labrador Sea, Himor Sea, Magellan Strait
It still is, especially when
the world and its people
don't make much sense.
I look at the lines, latitudes and longitudes:
they measure the distance between east and west, my teacher said
They are the alphabets of the map,
and spoke its language, I thought.
But then, I was a kid with so many doubts!
Why do all those lines never measure the
distance between absence and presence?
or between what is said and what is meant?
or between that which is lost and found?
The kid grew into a person with many doubts!
Do the people under the cemetery
have a map, too?
Do souls need a map?
Do storytellers need a map?
Do writers need a map to
navigate through words?
Hence, the question always stayed:
Does exploring need a map?
How do you pinpoint things on a map that you actually loved about a place:
how do you find that silver leaf shimmering after a snowfall under the sombre sun on a map?
how do you find the message in a bottle washed up on some remote island?
how do you exactly find that place, where some kind of realization had once drawn upon you?
Maybe not in maps. Maybe you find them in words: poems, essays,
stories, autobiographies
People with doubts find their answers in words or
they try to write them down
for others to find them.
To write is to explore
the questions and seek answers.
If maps and the art of drawing lines and travelling is the language of "questions"
words and the art of writing and exploring is the language in which "answers" are enunciated.
©chandralekha_vw
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chandralekha_vw
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Life often seems like a series of never answered moments to a number of restless "What if"
What if those letters that you never opened
and books that you never read have in them
a cure for your restless heart?
What if the staircase that you never took
and corridors that led back to dark alleys
had in them a light that could guide you back home?
What if the thing that you've been holding so tight
is the one causing hurt, and letting it go will only commence the healing process?
if the past could have a place to reside
a home or an address to stay
it would be in all those "what ifs"
that contains within it hues of colours
often dim, faded and hazy
as they trickle down into the ravine
between now and then.
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- despair Aye
- bhagya_chandran This inspired me to take more chances and travel more paths. ❤
- kairos_ This is so good Chandralekha!
- robinhoodpande_ Felt it
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प्रिय लेखक,
हमने आपकी रचनाएँ पढ़ी, वह बेहद अद्वितिय हैं। हम आपको अपनी नई पुस्तक में भाग लेने के लिए आमंत्रित करना चाहते हैं। पुस्तक आपके नाम के साथ प्रकाशित होगी साथ उसकी प्रतियां भी आपको दी जाएंगी।
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chandralekha_vw
46w
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i see the shadow of her hands
still lingering upon mine
as it slowly fades into light
i see her absent presence
when I see my hands
maybe it is because she could not stay
when I asked her to
and then maybe she missed me
and hence sent her shadow
under the moonlit night
from some distant land
in a hidden corner of the universe
that is now her home
i remember her knitting stories
stories I used to hear and see
embossed in her wrinkled childlike smile
stories of nirvana and defiance
of pursuits both quixotic and quotidian
stories that make you forget uneventful days
i wanted them to stay:
her, her voice and those stories,
hence i recorded them in papers
because i thought i would forget them later
"memories are elusive," they say
"they shield you from pain often by making
you forget certain moments"
what moments?
who cared!
maybe the bad ones
or the scary ones
or maybe the ones that remind you
simultaneously of happiness and absence
it stayed in papers, inked
those stories and fables
as the voice faded from this land
and echoed at some distant place
in a hidden corner of the universe
i believe people travel in waves
those you love never really leave
they stay as misplaced keys
forgotten under the winter quilt,
away, tucked safely, waiting to be discovered
when you see memories and stories
forming patterns on your hands
as the shadow slowly fades into light
...
©chandralekha_vw
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- kairos_ Lovely Chandralekha!
- kairos_ Lovely Chandralekha!
- chandralekha_vw @spykinsfay Thank you
- chandralekha_vw @kairos_ Thank you, T.S. :)
- sonal_pandey_03 Can we follow each other if you feel comfortable ☺️?
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chandralekha_vw
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to forgive: maybe the act that
fills the gap between
healing and letting go
the gap that doesn't make much sense
as time passes draped in a cacophony of life
maybe it is a foray into that wild space
where not everything is supposed to make sense
the space in between ossified ideas
of scepticism and cynicism
space that serves to coalesce all
that could be but now can never be
maybe to forgive is a consolation
a protean concept that has always masked
the whole idea of being able to let go
like the sea hopelessly serenades the shore
maybe to forgive is a requiem for the past
or maybe it is a prelude to the human finitude on days to come
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- thenewryan1046 Indeeds we are already changing ways by what our views in things have to be gotten to be subdued by own...indecisions!!!
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chandralekha_vw
46w
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it never makes sense
the way things and people disappear
often when things are lost and people leave
there is some explanation or consolation
but disappearances are always sudden:
questions left unanswered,
words left unsaid and
feelings never reciprocated
disappearance is quieter than loss
(if there ever could be any comparison)
they are sudden amid the launderette din
making you a connoisseur of moments
that are no more than sandcastles
that morphs and shifts with passing time
volatile, uncertain, fractured "disappear" is more than "cease to be visible"
it takes a melange of emotions that
would never make sense in a lifetime
to define what "disappear" may mean.
©chandralekha_vw
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- odysseus Spelling typo (disappear) in the last line
- odysseus Beautifully penned
- chandralekha_vw @odysseus done. Thank you!
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chandralekha_vw
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What does to be "sensitive" embody, today?
maybe..
it embodies in it a discernable legacy of endurance
it withstands, moulds and changes into variants
maybe it embodies ways to
grow through concrete cracks
like those wildflowers
to thrive in unlikely places as
those wild roses in cemeteries
maybe it
embodies everything that contradicts
the miasma theory of toughness
maybe it is like sandcastles-
often broken and build:
each time etching in it innocence
and dreams of different generations
maybe it embodies
strength and warmth to persist
and all those abstract ephemeral ideas
that stars in the sky symbolize
maybe the word is a now a superfluous anachronism that continues to
chronicles a distant life
in an alternative universe(?)
©chandralekha_vw
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Hey. This is just awesome.
I just started following you. Because I want you to visit my page and follow me and show some love. - fla_poetry Love the way you sync those thoughts ♥️
- words_flake Beautiful
- branthan
- soumi_sengupta This is amazing! ❤️
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demon_says
Hey. This is just awesome.
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vichhigopi
46w
Read MoreI often forget to post collab on time. What do you #oftenforget? #wordsporn #poemtime #writinglove #wordsmatter #poetrysociety ##wordsofwisdom #believe #forget #often #endup #misery #poetry #thoughts
I often forget..
I often forget, things are not the same as they seem to be and so are not people.
I often forget, we end up believing our beliefs are unbelievable.
I often forget, no matter how hard you try, the one who wants to go will turn his back to you.
I often forget, and then I end up seeing myself in misery.
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chandralekha_vw
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| I F |
《on the condition or supposition that;
in the event that》
a word that
contains in it multitudes of
indecisiveness and probabilities
that could never be
it is that one nebulous concept
that never remained grounded
in time or in place
often forming intricate
webs of self-reproach
events associated with "if" and "but"
just can't be left behind
they stick to you like faded memories
from that distant childhood,
providing comfort and guilt
often as a souvenir, at times as a talisman
it travels with you like an echo
as you take solitary walks on deserted street
IF: a word that chronicles things
that never happened and
moments that were never lived
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How do you define poetry?
《it is something that you can never define
yet you try, a futile attempt to define everything!》
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as the faint shadow under the evening sky?
as the silhouette of death over Keats's verses,
or the chasm between that
which is said and went unheard?
or maybe a strange concoction
of paradox and archaic languages!
maybe it is colours you can't see
like those patterns and reflections
that has always anchored you
without you being aware
maybe poetry is everything in footnotes
not significant enough to be
included in the main text
yet pertinent and enduring enough
to explain meanings embossed
at the edge of each word
yes. footnotes.
poetry is the footnote
it is the human season as is the spring
often as words have outshined death
they have had a tenacious hold
which is ancestral, agonizing and elusive
oscillating between ambiguity and coherence
never fading, persistent and unending
©chandralekha_vw
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- kairos_ This is beautiful Chandralekha!
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myrrhc
"maybe poetry is everything in footnotes
not significant enough to be
included in the main text." .
love love this masterpiece. . this is so incredibly written. ;-;.
thank you so much for the tag! . @sanguinity - lovenotes_from_carolyn Fantastic piece!
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chandralekha_vw
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i have found comfort in unlikely places
in broken frames and soiled pictures
in the multihued evening skies
in books that are archaic
with tattered ends and indelible ink
i have found comfort in unlikely places
in the sand that slips through an hourglass
in old letters asking questions
that have endured distance and time
i have found comfort in unlikely places
in words that have ambiguous meanings
in books with perceptible plots
in lives that bespoke grief
i have found comfort in Daedalian memories
that are temporal and nonchalant
in abyssal depths of silence
where unsaid words ricocheted
meanings you always were always oblivious to
i have found comfort in unlikely places
in things ephemeral, poignant and imperceptible.
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- odysseus Beautifully inked
- redstrings ♥️♥️
- nehahemaraj Wow!! Tremendously beautiful
- words_flake ♥️
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chandralekha_vw
47w
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If there is any word more colourful
than "evening"
it is "absence"
The word provides meaning and intangibility
to the constant and invisible feeling
always lurking in human civilization
if for Homer the idea of travel involved
an absence of homecoming,
and the absence of words
denoted death for Zusak
it is the absence of things
that we wanted yesterday and want today
that defines our glorious life
we often don't define
life by presence.
It is momentary and elusive
No.
we define it mostly by that
which embosses the lack,
that postmodern feeling
of not being able to be precise.
it is lasting and obtainable.
that indefinite and palpable feeling
that sinks into you out of nowhere,
as you stand in a crowd of people
or scroll down your own timeline
displaying happy faces
or just walk down the sombre path
under shadowy dusk.
Absence was the colour that
we could never find in those evening skies
Absence is the definition that
we give to moments when it
lacks logic for our human mind.
Absence is the "I am fine, thank you"
for everybody knows that it's not true yet
just a handful care enough
to ask or look for a reason.
Absence is the presence
of our ignorance in the face of
catastrophes
that wrecks everything around.
Absence is the most colourful word
enigmatic, undeniable and potent.
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Let's not spread hatred among us,
and make unnecessary fuss,
what really matters your love
pour upon me,
keep showing your positive
energy to boost me.
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You have to survive to show how strong you're, to show how you can tackle the problems, to show how to spread positivity around you, to show how much love you can pour to everyone.
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God can change your life
without any clue just
in a snap of his finger
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