*Insert pretentious stuff about myself here*
" Peer into my soul, dear. What doth thou see? "" A crumbling bag of bones, Bathing hisself in sinful sea. " ____________________________#myreflection #pod @writersnetwork
And here we go again,Every morning is the same,Mirror, mirror on the wall,Let us have our chat again. Of the promises, and the mistakes,You told me that they'll understand,Then why, pray tell, am I back here,Wishing an exit from this quicksand. Oh dear, now are you broken?It's another trait between us,That coincides, that dovetails,A subject yet to discuss. I wear an armour sturdy,Profoundly made up of my scars,Only for you to betray my thoughts,Stating it's yet another farce. The boy I saw once back then,With a silly, cheshire grin,Has now a frail man slouched,Oozing with tears full of sin.They say the eyes reveal all,They are mirrors to the soul,Then why, pray tell, in my reflection,Do I see nobbut a black hole?©vivekr_27
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In the struggle to retain rationality,The bereft me heardInsanity whisperAssuasive melodies...©vivekr_27
The Ladder doesn't take you anywhere. For it is simply everywhere...#chaos #pod @writersnetwork @mirakee
CHAOS IS A LADDER
In the midst of chaos,I find eternal solace,A spice for life unlike any,A home thus hard to trace. In the veiled gist of life,We, being the highest expression of nature,Often indulge in primeval tumult. And I, too, am such a creature. The sublime beauty and the spiteful beast,The gawky living and the grateful dead,Are meant to stay in tandem together,Parallelly plunged in neutral reds. And in the midst of chaos,I seek wise apprehension,For chaos is indeed a ladder,And only the process is worth a mention. ©vivekr_27
Intriguing challenge by @raven63. Check it out! ABABCDEDE format with 9-7-5-3-1-3-5-7-9 syllables. BG - Pinterest.___________________________________________________#newhourglass #pod @writersnetwork"Cause she's moved on while I'm still grieving, And when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven even." ~Breakeven[The Script]
i traversed deep down your frigid corescoured; espied your callus scarsi drank myself soreclaiming farcenowcountless failedattempts at revengeyet still i steer ships i sailedplay victim, as sick joy I scavenge...©vivekr_27
And in the rare few momentswhen you do love me back,It hurts like hell. Burns like hell. Your touch is an acidic lance transpierced.And your angelic voice, a deadly lullaby. Now I'm ready. I accept. Death is the only reprieve I long for.©vivekr_27
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Bright, serene Sunday,Scratch me, tickle me to death,Ain't gonna rise, mate! ©vivekr_27
You are the past I wish to forget, the present I am ready to forgive, and the future I will forever fantasize...©vivekr_27
#shadowandrose @priya_ajp I know it sucks -_-"
A Letter to my Shadow...
For every blatant lie that the world threw at me,For every praise spewed off to get into my good books,No amount of fake could ever enchant me, As you so credibly did. For only you saw the scars hidden beneath the veil of oblivion. Yet you never failed to accept my shortcomings. Only you provided the much needed cold,From the deceiving warmth of this world. My one "true" friend and constant companion,Shadow.©vivekr_27
"Hello Insomnia, my best friend, Will you sojourn till the end ?"#friend @pocketsmile @writersnetworkBG - Pinterest. _______________________________________GLOSSARY :-Iridescent - showing luminous colours that seem to change when seen from different angles.gnawing - persistently distressing or worrying. irradiating - illuminating something. Odyssey - an intellectual or spiritual quest. doleful - expressing sorrow; mournful. Nexus - Link. subverts - erodes, weakens. colloquy - discussion of theological questions. altercations - disputes/quarrels. somnolence - strong desire for sleep.
I - Iridescent tears under moonbeamsN - Nostalgic regrets gnawing the soulS - Stygian dark irradiating demons within O - Odyssey for existential purposeM- Muffling the doleful screams N - Nexus with life subvertsI - Irrelevant colloquy with rationalityA - Altercations with potent somnolence. ©vivekr_27
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RolledSmokedAsh.A shelter to your miseryA home to you sicknessA refuge to your gloomAn expectation to your pleasure.And you?A walking carcass.Just a nicotine dependent life form.I remember the day The first time you gripped me wrong and just stowed me between those lips all fallacious and illicitly.You puffed all inAnd chuckles all around.How kiddish.Exploited for your delectationHere I'm buried into ash.The frustration of the world all rolled and smoked.That's how you find a way to run away??I'm lone just to make you feel accompanied.Half burntSinging a melancholyIn the darkEmiting reekCrushed by your feetAnd still aliveAnd you a moving cadaver.I'm dying to keep you aliveAnd you never even turn your face onceTo concede my favours on your existence.©harshtaa_
A Leap of Faith
Sometimes you have to take that leap of faith. You know close your eyes, trust something and jump. Your faith is so strong that it guides you home. It just doesn't make you see anything else. You take the leap, coz why not? You've always done that, you've always succeeded, then what's stopping you? You take the jump and then suddenly you're falling. There's only darkness. The faith is dead. You're Cooper from Interstellar, you're falling into some unknown territory, somewhere you haven't been before and you're trying to come out of it. You're sending signals, but unlike Cooper, you don't have Murph nor do you have TARS. You're just alone, wondering what went wrong, what brought you here. You're stuck in that moment, and even though time is passing you're still there. You can't move. You can't speak.There's nothing you can do. You're looking for a thing to cling onto, but this is much worse than Bane's Prison and you're no Bruce Wayne. You can't climb out because there's no concrete walls. These walls are the walls of your imagination. The only way through it is to break it. But what's the point of breaking it if there ain't anything on the other side? What if this darkness has started to feel like a place you belong? What if this self imposed prison sentence is actually an easy route for you? You're tough, you can get through anything. But what if your greatest block to the path ahead is you? Do you change yourself? Or do you stay in that cave? I guess you've already changed if you've been to the cave.©sreemenon7
Am I asking for too much?
"Am I asking for too much?" She asked while sipping her cup of tea. The weather was beautiful yet it seemed gloomy just like our lives. She was going through a rough patch. And I was being a good friend. A good therapist rather as it turns out. I feel there's a reason why it is illegal for therapists to get involved with their subjects/patients. I'm not saying I'm a therapist but then I'm always the guy who people come to with problems. So i go out of my way to solve people's issues/problems. When you connect with a person to such an extent you make a bond. An attachment. An anchor. And it pulls you down. It'll always put you down. After all those chats, phone calls, all those times we spent the entire time having 'Chai pe charcha' you still disappointed me. You turned out to be just another patient, wanting help, while I ended up wanting more. I thought we connected. I thought you were the person I could spend my nights talking to. And now I'm looking for a therapist, someone to whom I can pour into, and I've identified that as you, but you're no where to be found. You've just disappeared just like the anxiety and problems you had the first time you met me. And I'm sitting here and thinking, "Am I asking for too much?"©sreemenon7
I write this letter fully knowing that you won't be able to read this and being fully aware that this letter is going to lead me nowhere. It's been more than 13 years since i last saw you dad, and that too as a 3 year old, so the memory is quite bleak. I do not remember playing on your lap, i do not remember you playing me to sleep. I do not remember smiling when you called out my name. I don't even remember your face dad!!!! And it just hurts more to accept that you wouldn't be here to help me out.As a child Dad, i grew stronger and had strong control over my emotions. Maybe it was your passing away and the responsibilities i had now that made me a more mature person. But as i grow older and older, i miss your presence, a presence my mother always has tried to maintain. As each day passes by, as i hear people talk about you, I just have a feeling that I'm becoming more like you. And hopefully in years to come, I'll know about you in those areas which no one knew.I know you commited a lot of mistakes, mistakes which you regret till now. And to be honest, i know you died of guilt, because no one forgived you. I forgive you dad, for all the reckless mistakes you have commited. For all those times you troubled your mother and mine. For all the people you cheated. For all your misdeeds. This a gift from your son, who doesn't remember your face, on Father's day to you.I dont know if you know or not, the past year has been the toughest of my life. I have been bogged down by your dreams and your thoughts. Upto this year dad, i was way too strong too shrug off that i dont miss you and not cry. But now i just can't stop the tears flowing from my eyes. I remember the first time i cried. When your mother died, and from all my elders, i was chosen to complete her final rites. If you would have been alive, it could have been so different. As i performed the rituals, i had flashes of memory, which i now understand to be that of your death. It felt sad, but as i have done all these years i moved on.I don't know what have i achieved after writing such a letter, but dad i thought it was important . Tears fill up my eyes when i see our only photograph. If you were to read this, however strong you maybe, however stone hearted you maybe, your eyes will be filled with tears. Quite obvious isn't it? Who gets to talk to their son after 13 years of death?©sreemenon7
Okay so let's start by being honest. No more fake writing about finding those pretty little fireflies in the darkness that is around you. No more consoling you, No more fake assurances on the fact that it'll be alright. No more those countless meaningless promises about I being there by your side till you die, because to be honest, I know I won't be there while you take your last breath, or whenever you have a hiccup thinking about me. This is how it is. Life is tough, so start by being tough. You can't cry and fret upon something silly. Your tears are precious, not because they are like some jewel or something, it is because you're gonna have to face much much bigger problems later on. This is just the beginning. Just the start of an endless tunnel of darkness, where there are small cracks from which light enters for a few moments, gives you hope and disappears. And as each day passes, you wade across the obstacles that come out of nowhere in this tunnel, you question your own existence. Your purpose for living. Your will to succeed, your hope, your love for people all dissapear, right here in this tunnel. Life is journey, and the journey is through this very tunnel of darkness and terror, this very tunnel which makes you the man you weren't. This tunnel is your life. And at the end of this tunnel, there is someone waiting for you.©sreemenon7
@vivekr_27 @harshtaa_ guess who
We crawl, we leap and keep battling till the will within us keeps us alive. We all face hardships, different obstacles each and every day and sometimes we just run through fire. It is never easy, but the desire is still there and that's the best part of it. You have to rub your ass day in and day out, without any damn excuse, to make the dreams of our sleep, escape the night and shine bright under the sun. You can't stop. A break is all that requires to break your dream. This life, is a marathon, an endless one, where you keep running, keep sweating, as long as you can blow air into the flute, as long as the heart keeps pumping, until the music stops, until the drum stops beating.©sreemenon7
'A red rose blooms today with cups open, tomorrow it will waste away, wither.'- Gert StrydomTetractys, is a poetic form invented by Ray Stebbing. It consists of 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20). Line 1 – 1 syllableLine 2 – 2 syllables Line 3 – 3 syllables Line 4 – 4 syllables Line 5 – 10 syllables(A syllable is a single unit of written or spoken word, an unbroken sound used to make up words)Do you know that the word VERDURE means lush green vegetation.✓ Use the word VERDURE in a sentence. ✓Post in the comments section.
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The burning fire that so longmy very soul kept warmLeft me with the freezing chill seeping through my cells and bones.Now my heart can but numbly solely hopeFor our phoenix love to rise and find its way back home.©the_rainbow_chronicles
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The essence of gentle breeze which once filled the each and every pore of my body with your cologneand soothed my soul, is now reminding me your betrayal and choking me to the core.©an_ingenuous_soul