the_indian_akhil

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Just another amateur writer & poet ��

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  • the_indian_akhil 1d

    storeroom

    it's as if we have always been this way
    dwelling into foreign feelings
    thinking our own,
    calling out for sonnets
    like words in a verse
    with no meaning to call their own

    but with all the noise,
    strangely there's nobody else around
    and all you see
    is the air in search of someone else,
    and all I see is you
    gasping for life
    like a flower
    inside the notebook she keeps

    almost as poetic
    like the ship that sails
    into the storm,
    deep into the shallow waters
    with a sea sick crew

    and I think to myself
    when I was deaf
    I heard the curtain shades spoke of me,
    it was you
    or was is it the room
    we used to swim in

    who painted the tears
    white ?


    ~a


    ~a

  • the_indian_akhil 1w

    death is everything we hope our lives to be :
    small piece of pie, left forgotten
    in this bakery of love,

    what are we but little mice
    living off the crumbs of a pie
    that is rotten


    ~a


    ~

  • the_indian_akhil 2w

    People be announcing their personal grudge for someone, online and generating hate towards them..

    then,

    they be pretentiously preaching about how you should be kind, helpful, understanding, attentive of mental health, sweet etc etc..

    why so hypocrite, child ?

  • the_indian_akhil 5w

    मिट्टी का शरीर है : एक दिन मिट्टी में ही मिल जाना है ।
    बचेगी सिर्फ मिट्टी ही : उससे फिर एक इंसान बन जाना है ।।
    ना मौत को कुछ खोना है : ना मौत से कुछ पाना है ।
    खेल तो ज़िन्दगी का है : इंसानियत को क्यों दाव पर लगाना हैं ।।




    ~अखिल

  • the_indian_akhil 5w

    masquerade

    metaphorically speaking,
    are we what we think we are
    or are we just a few blanks on an inked page
    coursing around with some meaning
    in an un-parenthetical world
    trying to make sense of every phrase
    every comma, every fullstop.
    every semicolon ;

    only to find our existence
    as a paleolithic being
    looking for a hypothetical cure
    to this clinically diagnosed appearance
    begetting the hatred that which
    conspires on our lifeless body,
    are we really looking
    or are we just lost ?

    like faded mourning breaths
    in the greatest orchestral performance
    of ironical wisdom,
    polishing grief,spirituality, scientology
    filling the blanks with dilemma,
    are we sure we are alive
    or are we just another leaf
    left alone to see the tree grow.


    ~a.bhardwaj


    ~

  • the_indian_akhil 7w

    China will pay but only if every Indian Citizen will make them.

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    बात सिर्फ इतनी सी है,
    कि रोना हर मौत पर चाहिए
    रोना ज़रूरी है ।

    पर जो वीरगति को प्राप्त हो गए
    लड़कर जंग हमारी,
    उनकी जान के लिए सिर्फ रोना ही नहीं
    आक्रोश भी जरूरी है ।


    ~एक.भारतीय.नागरिक

  • the_indian_akhil 10w

    haywire

    i can't write anymore
    it doesn't feel right,
    like it used to before.

    about all the love
    and heartbreaks..
    tearing skirt of girls underage,
    i can't write about it anymore
    like i used to before.

    the nature of rape
    the build of a case
    i don't write loops
    i can't make sectional sentences
    rhyme anymore..

    for now, much like before
    i am not part of your garam masala,
    फलानी लड़की का game
    फलाने लड़के ने बजा डाला ।

    homo me for the phobia
    is still a trend,
    the gender you place them is still
    आधा-आधा,
    हिजड़ा साला...

    i can't write about that anymore,
    for words wasted can imprison
    the build of a rebellion,
    much like before.

    hcl is still the trendy foundation
    gifted by the heartbroken.
    oh yeah!
    i don't write about that anymore,
    for visual are more expressive
    and there's much of that to be found.

    milky, silky, spooky, freaky,
    I am what you think of me,
    into the worn out shoes
    dawdling the chores of blood
    sing oh me, you too!
    for you, me and we are so richly diversified
    on language and caste..
    मेरी जात,
    तेरी औकात ।

    i don't write about that anymore
    it feels much less important,
    vaginal fluid dripping on the floor
    tying neck knot of hopes
    splashing love on inked notes
    rhyming dilema like chores
    this is what becomes of me, you & we.

    for now crime is consensual
    life is forbidden
    now truth is diabolical
    ergo all is forgiven ;



    ~a.bhardwaj






    ~

  • the_indian_akhil 10w

    haywire

    i can't write anymore
    it doesn't feel right,
    like it used to before.

    about all the love
    and heartbreaks..
    tearing skirt of girls underage,
    i can't write about it anymore
    like i used to before.

    the nature of rape
    the build of a case
    i don't write loops
    i can't make sectional sentences
    rhyme anymore..

    for now, much like before
    i am not part of your garam masala,
    फलानी लड़की का game
    फलाने लड़के ने बजा डाला ।

    homo me for the phobia
    is still a trend,
    the gender you place them is still
    आधा-आधा,
    हिजड़ा साला...

    i can't write about that anymore,
    for words wasted can imprison
    the build of a rebellion,
    much like before.

    hcl is still the trendy foundation
    gifted by the heartbroken.
    oh yeah!
    i don't write about that anymore,
    for visual are more expressive
    and there's much of that to be found.

    milky, silky, spooky, freaky,
    I am what you think of me,
    into the worn out shoes
    dawdling the chores of blood
    sing oh me, you too!
    for you, me and we are so richly diversified
    on language and caste..
    मेरी जात,
    तेरी औकात ।

    i don't write about that anymore
    it feels much less important,
    vaginal fluid dripping on the floor
    tying neck knot of hopes
    splashing love on inked notes
    rhyming dilema like chores
    this is what becomes of me, you & we.

    for now crime is consensual
    life is forbidden
    now truth is diabolical
    ergo all is forgiven ;



    ~a.bhardwaj






    ~

  • the_indian_akhil 10w

    It might be confusing but give it 2-3 read you'll figure it out.

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    walk-in machine

    "watching it all through the eyes of you i see the diabolical pleasures of life passing me by on the screen, it feels like I've always been blind..." said the figure in serenity holding a dead infant.


    ~a

  • the_indian_akhil 11w

    I see a lot of people have
    changed their Profile Name.

    huh! So that's what you 'Relationship People' do
    to spice things up!

    it's breathtaking;


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