Refer :- Infinite blur = my world where everything is just a blur.
'Like stranger, like family '
I walk in a quagmire, alone and lonely, sad and soulless. I stumble on the nothings my brain has hypnotized me into, staring but missing on the things I'm approaching like they are a illusion in my infinite blur. The infinite blur with a exception of me and the swampy trail; in the deep, dark dungeons of which is left alive to decay, the real me ; to fade the fragments of the painting of my real world.
Swallowing my toes , thighs and fingers, My kidneys , lungs and eyes, the dirt has taken over me. With one last nerve cell left, I write . About my life, I've forgotten the existence of; about my memories, I've forgotten the taste of; about my happiness, I've forgotten the bliss of; about the people , I've forgotten the smell of. About the God, my love! , I've lost faith in.
Like the dust floating with the wind, I'm oblivious of my posture, my gait, my destination. The dust never knew it'd halt by once again on a dry leaf for a breather, and neither did I know that I'd seize to walk once again, that I'd try once again to revamp my painting with a doorway leading me out of this hypnosis, with a magic brush just like sanju from shakalaka boom boom.
Have you ever seen a couple fighting voilently? Now , have you ever tried to look behind the couple ?!
At the children whose screams are lost before they meet your ear. At the children terrified of their parents. At the children scared for their lives. At the children robbed of their childhood. At the young adults , whose childselfs are buried too deep inside a trap woven by thier own family in the name of love and warmth; Detangling of which now seems impossible. At the people crumbled in the swamp of this Persistent ordeal. At the people who wish for themselves to never have been born.
Here are some Excerpts from the young adults brain ,who are but a dried flower, one blow away from falling off.
I live inside a trap. There's a lot of darkness disguised as light. I despise the day and long for the night. They ask ,why do you stay awake at night and sleep in the morning. For the silence, I reply with reasons silly. For, the loud wilderness in the silences can always stay hidden. For, the darkness brings me peace. For, the darkness now feels home.
I live inside a trap. There's a lot of emptiness disguised as people. I despise people and long for loneliness. They ask, why do you not mingle and always stay single. For I'm a introvert, I reply with reasons silly. For, people are tricksters always playing a trick. For,emptiness is my rhythem and words my music. For, emptiness now feels home.
I live inside a trap. There's a lot of pain disguised as love. I despise love and long for the pain. They ask, why do you overthink and smile so little. For the pain is part of life, I reply with reasons silly. For, love makes me dream for the skies. For, the pain keeps me glued to the ground. For , the pain now feels home.
Before you start reading this , just know that its a sensitive topic and not everybody is going to agree and thats okay. Just don't hate on me. Now go on and read with a open mind.
Growing up mama told me , You're a man and you need to be soft towards women and protect them at all times; you gotta treat them with love ,hugs and flowers; You're a man and men don't cry; you should be strong and bold and show the world what you are and what you could do. ___________________________________________
Until one night , I was alone and told my next door neighbor and best friend of 8yrs to come over for a fun gaming night. Little did I know, he had more in mind. He told me he loves me and wanted to show how much he cares for me . I was 14 yrs old and so was he . "Stop I do not think this is the right thing to do , please can you stop" ..... "shhhh , I'm just checking up on you , don't you trust me " . Not long after I thought, ' I'm a man, strong and bold, nothing can happen to me ' , things escalated as quickly as my breathing. All I remember is staring at the white ceiling which was turning black, my world was turning black . There were no stars , there was nothing. All there was ,was me ,numb and paralyzed in a dark abyss and my bestfriend checking up on me . (Atleast thats what he called it.) My tears quenched my parched throat so words could finally fall out . But , my brain became one of the new born's . All it knew was to scream, which were lost within the lines of his palm. My silenced screams allowed the pain to takeover. He dressed me back up, as he finished and covered me with my blanket to keep me warm, laid next to me and said ,"see I told you how much I care for you , I'll always love you." Words flow in and out of my ears , as I laid there like a corpse but with open eyes all night long staring at the ceiling. ___________________________________________
A pretty flower that bloomed in thy womb. With limbs as delicate as petals. In thy protection I needed no unnecessary decoration. A chord of sacred LOVE wrapped me with thou.
I was thy LIFE like sonnet to Shakespeare, like feminism to Virginia Wolf, like piano to Mozart. I awaited as a seed inside to call thou 'mamma' to wipe thy tears one day and hold thy hand when thou grow old. I waited mamma.
But unreality was painted our warped chord was split. And togetherness FINISHED. I was taken from thou before I could enter the great fair of human life, I was plucked from your garden.
Thou humming songs, reading poems and rhymes, smiling while knitting wools for me, brushing our portrait of love could never be ENOUGH for this daughter not born. P.S. I promise to finish what we started! - Samiksha
Falling freely in aloof air Caressing the soft atmosphere Separated from ancestral home Landing on wretchedness of unknown. When winds were filled in stormy bellicose. While sapiens defiled me for amusements of own Pristine madness of this world on show Here i go into detritus stages of remorse Turning lifeless yellows, my skin wanted more I am a figment of verdant allegory, A leaf that isn't too oblivious of grandeur Will surely preach nature for some love While dew drops endear my lonely soul And vehemence of clouds sing my song
Hey you..... Yes the one you are reading it... Surely life is hard, something we get and something we loose. The tighter the grip, the more suffocation you feel. The heavier the grudges, the less you smile... The more you expect, the more you got hurt... The more you hold someone, the easily they slip down... The more you need, the more you become vulnerable
Darling.... Do you need someone to be you? Is it necessary to hold someone or something for life... In the race of being popular, earn money, fighting for comfort... We all are losing something.... Something that can be you too...
You might be lost at times... And be alone af... And then someday you will cry, someday you will smile and someday you will laugh.
We, the humans are meant to be so intelligent... That we share happiness and hide sadness... The only thing we feel is... The person in front of us will laugh at our situation... Coz we are vulnerable...
Start accepting the way you are... If you are introvert, be one... If an extrovert, be that.... Don't care how people will judge you....
Don't be ashamed of you... The way you are... Yes, you are precious... Yes... Sometimes nobody might like you... But does that matter???
Why we are running to impress others? Is it necessary to look good in other's view....???
YOU ARE VERY IMPORTANT FOR YOURSELF... WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR... WHEN YOU STOP PRETENDING AND START BEHAVING THE WAY YOU ARE...... YOU AREN'T BORN TO IMPRESS OTHERS.. YOU ARE NOT A THING... THAT YOU NEED TO IMPRESS EVERYONE... JUST KNOW THIS..... YOU'RE SO PRECIOUS WHEN YOU SMILE.
Jungin, born on June 10, 2019, who died last Oct. 13 after being adopted in January 2020.
Jungin was adopted in January 2020 and for this, her adoptive parents received monthly child allowance from the government.
In October 2020, adoptive parents Jang and Ahn were arrested for causing the death of their adoptive baby. It was only after she died that legal actions were taken. The police also revealed that according to autopsy reports the cause of death was “damages to the abdomen by an external force.” In “Unanswered Questions” the team runs multiple tests with mannequin baby & woman (of same age, height & weight) to figure out the kind of abuse done on this 16 month old child. Pancreatic rupture (which Jungin died from) requires 3800-4200 Newtons of force. This isn’t possible from just dropping a child, but needs great force. Such a great amount of force could only be applied if the adoptive mom had, for example, jumped on the baby. It is unknown how she applied so much force but because she did, the pancreas (the innermost organ) ruptured. As a result, the baby died from excessive bleeding.
//At first ,I fall at your cuteness Poems arose in my mind for you I wish you to be mine Soon I came to know that you aren't alive Hoping it's just a nightmare Again I wished for you How could I believe ,a 16- Months old can just die soon? But she wasn't just dead!, She was killed by.....! /My poetries rusted as My pen and heart now / I still wonder How did u end up in wrong hands! I wish , if I could be your mother... I m not that aged And I can't breastfeed you Tho ,I wish to be.. I swore ,I will love you forever I will care you forever Can u just comeback for me Or can I exchange my soul to you? God can u take me too to her I don't wanna dwell in this cruel world I wanna live with her I wanna play with her I wanna make her happy again!//
Is the reason, the cruel world don't deserves you That God takes you with him early?
*/I know these words aren't worth reading It's just lame.. But my tears carry more unspoken feelings for her more than my words!*/