kaushik619

A doctor. A guitarist. Hopefully a decent writer.

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  • kaushik619 2w

    You are worth only the marks you score,
    The exams you pass.
    You will always be mediocre in some way.
    The only books that matter are academic books.
    There is no knowledge in novels,
    In poetry,
    In prose.
    There is no need to read anything that won't help you score more.
    Only thing that matters is how you perform,
    If you fail it's your fault,
    If you excel then the credit goes to your parents and your teachers.
    Become a horse with blinders on,
    Go from one exam to another,
    Failure in exam means a failure in life.
    It doesn't matter what you want to do,
    Don't follow your heart,
    Do what's acceptable in the society,
    Become a convention abiding puppet like everyone.
    Be outstanding but don't stand out,
    Don't think outside the box ,
    The box is enough.
    Obey your father he knows better
    It doesn't matter what you want to do
    He has seen more of the world than you.
    Anything you say will be used against you
    So keep silent.
    Suppress that voice of yours
    It's useless and leads you astray from the dream life of a middle class family
    Of
    A job
    A house
    A car
    A marriage.

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    Obey

    You are worth only the marks you score,
    The exams you pass.
    You will always be mediocre in some way.
    The only books that matter are academic books.
    There is no knowledge in novels,
    In poetry,
    In prose.
    ©kaushik619

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  • kaushik619 2w

    Let the words come out don't force it.
    Don't try to sound wise,
    I'm guilty of this.
    Feels like my arteries are clogged by a clot and it can't flow,
    Neither my blood nor my words.
    Is it my heart pumping or a demon inside thumping
    My chest inside is pounding
    Feels like I'll explode.
    This is a very mediocre piece but one which I had to write
    If i don't
    It would drive me insane
    More insane than I already am
    Uttering nonsense
    How do I get rid of this feeling?
    Oh muses why have you forsaken me?
    ©kaushik619

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    How do I get rid of this feeling?
    Oh muses why have you forsaken me?
    ©kaushik619

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  • kaushik619 3w

    Listen up keep your eyes on me
    I wanna make everyone bleed
    What is up with this degeneracy
    Everywhere I see it's clowns saying follow me
    I've never ever seen such bullshit before
    Maybe it was always there and I believe there's more
    Why is everybody rapping about sex and bitches
    About drugs and alcohol bars and riches
    I see all these breed so senselessly
    Listening on repeat, relentlessly
    You're not a hip-hop head don't call it one
    You're just a wannabe gangsta go home son
    You claim you got bars but I see zero, none
    Everyone claiming to be the biggest baddest crackhead the biggest baddest dopehead
    All I see is a scene that is brain-dead
    All the creators and writers all the rappers and the fans
    Everyone's just mumbling and jumbling like the bumbling idiots they are
    You can count the lyricals and their listeners on your hands
    Wish i could see some sense but anywhere i see is filled with idiots there

    Now I'm no one to tell
    I'm not even in the hip hop scene
    Someone's gotta ring the bell
    I'm just tired of this obscene
    Women twerking their asses and asking not be objectified
    Call me when you get some brain cells then my chauvinism will be rectified
    I ain't someone great man I won't tell you what to write
    But go get some brains mate and go towards the light
    I've always been a metalhead I don't feel for rap
    But I'll also be lying if I said all rap was crap
    Even though I don't listen much I still can appreciate it
    There's room for greatness like Tupac Em and eazy e made it
    I've pretty much said everything I had to say
    I hope i was speaking your language right
    I hope I've hurt you and you'll think about all I've said
    All this was just off the top of my head I'll be back with more might.

    @r____n__s

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    Mainstream Morons

    Why is everybody rapping about sex and bitches
    About drugs and alcohol bars and riches
    I see all these breed so senselessly
    Listening on repeat, relentlessly
    You're not a hip-hop head don't call it one
    You're just a wannabe gangsta go home son
    You claim you got bars but I see zero, none.

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  • kaushik619 5w

    कैसे जज्बात है ये
    ना बता पाता हूं
    ना लिख पाता हूं
    कैसा मिजाज है ये
    सिमट जाता हूं
    फिर टूट जाता हूं।
    ©kaushik619

  • kaushik619 5w

    कितनो को तुम खुश रखोगे
    यहां भगवान से भी है शिकवे
    तुम इंसान क्या कर पाओगे।
    ©kaushik619

  • kaushik619 6w

    This photo I found on Instagram inspired me to write this poem. @dreamscapes_calling on insta has shot this picture.


    Serene untouched beauty.
    I'll sit here as long as I can,
    I can't sit as long as I want
    In the distance I hear men,
    Men with chainsaws,
    With earth moving machines,
    Coming for it.
    Waiting to turn it all into,
    Application forms,
    Exam question papers,
    Policy papers,
    Paper bags for a greener world.
    Placards for protest,
    Save the environment, save the trees, save the animals, save the world.
    Money.
    Medicines.
    Minerals.
    Or a power station.
    Deforestation.

    Brainwashed teens and young adults,
    Hollow activists from the comfort of their homes,
    Just shouting with voices incoherent,
    Status updates to seem cool,
    For validation.
    Change the display picture to save the world.
    Few clicks for a sense of achievement.
    Those who take concrete action,
    Drown in the screams of virtue signalling.
    Is this the best we can do?
    Go ape shit on an issue.

    So let me sit here just a while longer,
    Maybe just for another moment or two.
    Because I know what you're going to do.

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  • kaushik619 7w

    Isn't she lovely.
    Like a mirage,
    In a desert.
    Unattainable,
    Undeserved.

    Isn't she lovely.
    Like a flowing river,
    Like a gentle breeze,
    Calming,
    Soothing.

    Isn't she lovely.
    So far out of reach,
    Untouchable.
    Just for the eyes to adore,
    Just for the mind to fantasise.
    She is lovely.
    She is,
    She is.
    @r____n__s

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    Isn't she lovely.
    Like a mirage,
    In a dessert.
    Unattainable.
    Undeserved.
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  • kaushik619 7w

    All the smiles are in the pictures
    None on the face.
    It's a race
    To show off
    To show they've got a better life.
    Everything you aspire for when you watch the rich,
    The glamorous,
    The excess.
    Everything you wish you had that they have.
    Everything you're made to wish you have.
    Everything's measured in likes,
    Shares,
    Promos,
    Engagement.
    Just another way of begging.
    Without shame.
    To be apparently perfect
    Share none of the flaws
    Only way to be superhuman
    For the average Joe.
    And then in a post open up about their flaws
    Their struggles,
    To gain sympathy,
    To gain followers,
    To gain publicity.
    .
    Given the chance everyone will do it.
    Even I.
    Some show their breasts, some show their brains
    Guess who gets more recognition.
    And why?
    @r____n__s

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    All the smiles are in the pictures
    None on the face.
    It's a race
    To show off
    To show they've got a good life.
    Everything you aspire for when you watch the rich
    ©kaushik619
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  • kaushik619 8w

    I stand here,
    A silhouette against the grey.
    Tick tock, tick tock, it passes,
    All the colours fade away.
    I stand here,
    A silhouette against the grey.

    I wonder where the colours went,
    I wonder how my youth was spent,
    The hues, I had imbibed
    Have now turned,
    To blues.
    I watch it all go away,
    As I stand here,
    A silhouette against the grey.

    Silver water sprays
    On my numb skin;
    Skin that used to tickle,
    By a mere touch,
    Has now grown hard and jagged,
    As I watch myself wither away.
    I stand here ,
    A silhouette against the grey.

    I still see the shadows
    Of people gone by.
    Friends, brothers, lovers.
    Shadows of their laughter,
    Shadows of their love,
    Is enough for me to survive
    Until Satan's minions take me away.
    Til then, I'll stand here,
    A silhouette against the grey.
    ©kaushik619

    Photo credits - @michaelschlegelphotography on Instagram. This poem was inspired by this picture.

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  • kaushik619 9w

    There are many broken hearts
    Writing for each other.
    She's writing for him
    And he's writing for someone else.
    There's so much love to give
    But no one to receive, you're all lucky.
    You all feel something.

    But who will write for the broken man?
    Who will write about him?
    He, who doesn't care for anyone
    For he, has none.
    Accustomed to empty rooms,
    Empty bars,
    Bored of his own echoes and shadows.
    Who will write for him?

    The clock ticks on ,
    The dreary day goes on
    Everyone asks how he is.
    But no one means it,
    No one wants to know.
    Why would they, he's just another acquaintance.
    Who will write for him?
    He, who wants to care ,
    He, who has lost hope,
    He, who just exists, not lives.

    Even the alcohol doesn't taste as good anymore.
    @r____n__s

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    There are couples and hopeless romantics writing for each other.
    But who will write for the broken man?
    Who will write about him?
    He, who doesn't care for anyone
    For he, has none.
    ©kaushik619

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