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Time stops and the world blurs down when you're near me,You are the strengthwhich keeps me alive,Ohhh! The battles,You make me survive.I craved the world,forgetting, you are more than this world.Darling, not a piece, you're my complete heart."My home, I built in you"This was my illusion, it is youWho's carving paradise alone.Fate showed me themercy and I realized, "I'm your piece of soul,nothing mine belongs to my own".My heart knocked me downwhen I was on the verge of losing you."Together till eternity"- They tell."Eternity is less so for us"- I conclude.©when_eyes_narrate@writersnetwork #pod #writersnetwork
Eternity being less
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I saw the grey rust, unburnished receding towards the wretched war, the cadences of spirit was about to doom in eternal silence. So, I beckoned that rusty illusion, now my sky's bemoaned forever and for ever.©when_eyes_narrate
Between our pity and grief,We shallow the sighs of err,For the despair of night,We keep cursing the forlorn moon.©when_eyes_narrate
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An epitome of beauty, wisdom, sacrifice and care,She could climb the mountains and be your adhere.Have ability to dive the ocean and cross the raven,Unconditionally, the most waited gem that could be heaven.The deepest sea of affection and the sensitive queen,The only shoulder, probably, you can comfortably lean.Can shelf the seas of emotions and darkness of pain,Capable to shower peace and happiness' rain.When it comes to right she never gravitate,But, its equality for which she deeply agitate .Some love, compassion, respect and welfare,These are the most favourable ornaments, with her to share.Catching a fly ball and saving an infant's life,From a bird in the enormous sky to a perfect kitchen sharp knife.She plays, at single time to depth, the various role,The counter part, just unable to console.From a caring mother to a cautious, lovely sister,From a steady companion to a lifelong & way-shower glister.From, the worshipped Idol to the adorable tender feet,Heart poured of strength, mammoth reservoir of love, completely neat.yet trapped in just one day for so-called empowerment,The nerdiness of civilization is the base amusement.Don't pay respect for just a mere entitled day,Save this gesture in your nerve for everyday.©when_eyes_narrate
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It Rained Last Night
Stepping out of milieu of silence, when I turned the pages of my journal, there I found the chaffs of regretted love and their I felt the rush of wretched emotions. I lingered over the pages where I once embellished the words of breathe. Those same words were suffocating me hard.I turned the page and now I saw the vintage of the music and dance, Yeh!! the lyrics which consumed me once, was seemed hollow yesterday. Afraid of empty, I proceeded the next white shelter of my waning words and I found the rose petals there. I smiled with waterfalls in my eyes. The petals were scattered and withered. Wait, the strong aroma was still there, it ceased my heart there. They allowed me to stay there, For ever, Forever, it sounds fascinating isn't it?! The petals turned out to be too biased,How can I stay forever, all alone? I dashed the succeeding page, I was still aware of shadows of those rose petals. Now tell me, how can I love rose when it has only thrones for me?I didn't hurled for the next, instead I just skipped the pricking folios.All of them, every bit of them were clinkers to my cold ice heart. Lost in my own agonies, sipping the memory wines, I reached the last inked word, where I saw my heart broken but still breathing.And my fist lost all the strength to even move and I spotted the last inked word,and my eyelids grew heavy and my breathing got shallow and my lungs filled with screaming dropsand perhaps, the sun forgot to rise.Diabolical reds were smiling, perhaps they thought of me, an insane. I saw out of the casement, the sky was clear, the moon was roaming without fear and suddenly, I felt the drops and then the heavy drops.For the folk around, the sky was cloudless but I know, it rained last night.©when_eyes_narrate
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She saw the reflectionOf bemoaning fireflyBehind the curtain ofVelvet flowers,The moon was missingFrom the grey sky that dayAnd stars aligned themselvesUnder the veil of clouds.And suddenly she felt the farReaching connections withThe spirits of daydreamed Cold nightmares.©when_eyes_narrate
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Since my err has availed you as a deified one, I kept atoning with my intuitions,And I got to know the swindleswith a life awry.Now, all I perceive is a lingeredcleric of countless torso.©when_eyes_narrate
The wild autumn scratched the surface of its own heart to lay bare the agonies of the blue interweaved between scarlet flow of mind and soul.©when_eyes_narrate
Maybe these red drops are the curses of bewitched springs burned by fallen autumn.©when_eyes_narrate
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How can I love?
Dried leaves over the wet meadows calmed the tik tok of the pitched dark. The gashes over the hearts of the folk, I keep hearing about, now I'm afraid to listen my heart. They say, the world is a place for dreams and they dream about nightmares. The stars twinkle and moon shines, all I recall is the craving of sunrise. The constellation conspires against my will and I am wearing the universe backwards.The darkness over my blood patches, I will hide till eternity. For the agony, I won't repent as it has hold me to my breath. Pulling the night away from sky, stardust gives me no solace. The cessation in the sky, I feel like angels'wry. I've never seen an angel,but devil,yes, I have countless confronts. I think, I've started to admire them, as I've learnt this world from them.The concoction of wild and mad, Yeh, this is me in my only form, I don't know how to pretend. Anyone out there, can you help? For my stillness, I always prefer to be still. For the rise of soul and set of body, I urge the ocean to give my heart a purple lake. Blind by gestures, my emotions get tame. Betrayals, betrayals and betrayals, now I've forgotten to trust even a ray. Drinking the old wine from the bowel of lies, I feel so contented and deceived at the same time. The lies are like touchstones to my life, they breaks my heart and I learn to survive. When I talked about the red wine, all I see is the thunder in the doomed sky. The eyes burning in glass, Ohhh I see, that's my innocent heart.For long, my heart kept burning and burning, and now it has turned into ice. I can't find ashes. I've started to embellish the stars in my eyes, as it's shine is nothing more than my uncried feelings. My hazel eyes, hovering over the admonished prophecy, snubbed and afraid to fall, I'm holding the grudge against love, now tell me how can I love?©when_eyes_narrate
Fires, they burn in your flesh,You put them out, but you know better,You never get to revive the ashes.
I see the lines on my hands,My urges to run away,Hopes to be meekly forgiven,And completely forgotten.Longings to silently die away.Such well spaced lines,Running on my veins,Burying my blood deeper,I still smell the bladesAnd aftereffects of storms.When the scratches were new,My arm was burningIn the warmth of assault,As I ran my cold fingers,Over every red deed,Then I could feel my breaths,Some that I even forgot,To register in my lungs before.I look at leftover marks now,The lines are still visible,Screaming to be drawn again.For I have some breaths left to feel,And unaccepted apologies,Yet to inflict detention.
The silence that I seekIs a double edged swordAnd lately, it seems thatThe serrations are getting sharperInching closer to my face.The sunset is not prettyBut I watch the leavesShift from brown to viridianAnd though summer is callingThe cold winds beckon me.Heroes are not caped crusadersThey are just good peopleTaking their stand against sinsTrying to do good thingsThey are you, me, us.Memories come in my dreamsAnd the photographs dance vividlyThe sepia in my soulReminds me of simpler timesReminds me of good days.The walls are slowly crumblingThe silence seeks my leaveI stand up, look aroundThe noises at the doorAre straining at the leash.And I let them in.- Avitaj@greypages_ @dopamine @i_faha @vanshikatandon
And I Let Them In
The silence that I seekIs a double edged sword.
A man is a beast Can you see? We're just an image Of what you painted us to beThat's why we write Coz we have no formWe have no nationality We have no gender Our heart cries And we filled the tears In a jar And pour it on a blank pageCan you see? We want not our happiness We want not our own gainBut that man can be freeThat man should be happy That man should do whatever man wantThat man should live forever©solace
Seeing the stars, the empath smiles calmly, alone, a little more heartbreakingly-jasmine
She sets apart the melancholic petalsfrom the flowers she comes acrossand adorns her blue graveyard deep inside her ribcage/ floral graveyard /-jasmine
WhenLife pondersTears dropInk my poetry's soul Blank pages engrossMy fondness of writing All blemishes escape From my silhouette Verses reflectIn my eyes, as ifStars shine in the cloudy sky©pocketsmile
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I am not sacred you'll tell me no nowI'm scared you'll tell me no later It's killing me
I N H E R I T A N C E
Amidst the war and chants going forthThat saw deaths of poets and martyrsMothers and paintersPeace and chaos ,I took birth Not marking the calendar with stripped sunraysNeither with ebbing mortality of a cryBut with a body as heroic yet latent Limbs as charming yet fragileAnd an inflated throat with an occult etchTattoed over my ribs Inhaling toxic odourless fumes A dead crowd cheered me With no perfume as fresh as democracyWith no world as naked and trueBut with burnt tongues That tasted like shivering prison cellsKilled and fed on spectresAnd I learnt to smile Seeing the inception of life inside deathAnd death inside lifeWith hopes as wild and madAs the reckless oceans burdenedBy the sniff of blue and bloodThat vessel for years Through yelling lanes of an indebted nation And I learnt to clear my inflated lungs ,My choked throat veiled byThe subtle red ceilings with cracksUndraped and presented To witness a corpse shroudAt the feet of faceless rocksHeritaged in a debrisCradled in silenceI learnt to hear the supersonicsOf missiles and frequent quakesThat snowfall terror I opened doors through lip signs , ciphersAnd mastered the art of escapeFrom slaughter fieldsAlone and alasI am the wandering orphanage Built by fathersI am lucky To be born amidst the war -I learnt to wake up from a womb© D e b j i t G h o s h13∅3²∅¹9