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    ' Ask - just for once! '

    Ask!
    What love means to a person who chose to stay. Always.
    Ask!
    What death means to a person who'd swap lives with a dying stranger.
    Ask!
    What a bottleneck is. To an introvert who no longer can keep it all in.
    Ask !
    If words could scream internally. To the walls of a ghost town.
    Ask!
    About everything that's hidden behind the rosy smile of the sky!
    Ask!
    About all that the wind has given up to flow persistently, to come this far.
    Ask!
    A star , how dark could a life be.
    Ask!
    A blanket, how cold could the world outside be.
    Ask!
    The roots, if everything was a trap all this time.
    Ask!
    A soul, how it feels like to slowly kill itself from within.
    Ask!
    Yourself, how it feels like to loose the favorite version of you.
    Ask!
    A human, how it feels like to not feel human anymore.
    ©wordlings

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    @writersnetwork @mirakee

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    Ask! Just for once!

  • wordlings 1w

    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.

    I did not have a magic brush but somehow, I did halt. Maybe for a breather, maybe for a miracle, maybe for the reality to finally kick in. I sighed and glanced at the trail, not sure if the heavens have finally showered upon me , but I found diamonds , not one, not two ,more like a ton . Few, I left behind in the infinite blur ; some I protect and cherish in the safe of my heart forever and ever. For, the diamomds are the strangers I accidentally met in the ruins. For , they flipped the coin of my life and hit the heads. Freed me from the dungeon and Sharpened the edges of my painting. Brought my taste back, brought my faith back. Helped me look at the world, a little more clearer, from a thousand miles away. These are the people, the world will soon witness the extinction of. I may not have met them, I may not know them , not their likes /dislikes or what they life is like, yet, they feel more like family than family. It is among the strangers that I've found, the love , the strength, the family on whom I count.
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    To whoever read it, thanks for the read ��

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  • wordlings 2w

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    'Mother' is the 'desire' of every mind.

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    ' What lives inside a hug? '

    An abandoned house stands
    Frozen in time, so still
    A dusky ray of light
    Flies home a kite.

    A wild flower blooms, in black and blue
    Exhaling love, in red and pink.
    A timely thorn, scars and bruises
    Grounded roots, heal and snooze.

    A company incorporates
    From your veins and my cells
    An amalgamation , it is
    Of your fantasies and my dreams.

    What lives inside a hug
    Knows not you nor me
    How tight is a tight tug
    Wonder thy fingers
    Bonding on a sewing spree.
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    What lives inside a hug?
    How tight is tight tug ?
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  • wordlings 2w

    Just like a flower
    Which
    Even after being plucked off
    Still looks beautiful
    I'd still smile.
    You should still smile!
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  • wordlings 2w

    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.

    'Trap '

    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.

    I live inside a trap. Sometimes as a child , sometimes as a parent. They ask, why are you so weird ? Why can't you be normal ?. For, I do not know when to be a child and when to be a grown up. For, I no longer know what is normal but toxicity I smell even with eyes closed shut.
    I live inside a trap of cement walls and doors unlocked. I walk with my friends and strangers a few, for, everyday I learn something new of this life left astray. Yet, I always come back , for ,oblivion stands guarding the door. Of the trap that now feels home.
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    To whoever read it , thanks a ton for the read.
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  • wordlings 3w

    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.

    'Rape'

    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.
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    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.
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    Yes , you read it right. I was a 14 year old boy when I first got raped. And my mama told me, "aah , stop crying . Man up ! You're my strong boy. It was just a nightmare baby . You're gonna be alright!" I looked at my bestfriend ,while listening to my mama, and only I could see the evil in his smile. That was not the end , it went on for a long time ..... till the time I could finally understand what rape is and even after that.
    What are you thinking of?
    How could I not defend my self?! Why didn't I call the cops?!
    Huh! You see , according to this world, men can't get raped. No wonder , I was ridiculed everytime I mustered the last bit off confidence in me to talk about it. Only to realize I'll just push my self deeper into the ocean of depression and now I dont even know if I can bask again at the surface , the shore being a far impossibility.
    I'm a shattered human maybe not a human at all . Feels like I dont know me anymore. I was dead on that day but physically alive. For, suicide is and never will be an option is what they say. And my heart's just pieces, some almost eroded into sand. I live alone in a world full of people and they meanings. Where, 'heartbreak ' is confined to a relationship with their boyfriend/girlfriend and 'rape' is confined to a gender.
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    I do not know what my life is and what it holds for me in the future. I do not know what anything means. But ,I do know that my mama was wrong! And I do know this -
    Nothing in confined to a gender, nothing is confined to a situation. Moreover, nothing is confined to nothing. Everybody is strong and bold and can dream for the sky. But, somewhere deep inside everybody is soft and needs protection at times. Everybody needs to man up! and know its okay to cry. Everybody wants some love , hugs and flowers because guess what !?
    that never hurt nobody !
    ©wordlings

    Everybody who read it, thanks a lot for the read.
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    @mirakee @writersnetwork

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  • wordlings 3w

    'Trees'

    Older than humans are the trees
    Existing from the time everything was free
    From its fruits, leaves and branches
    To its trunk , roots and avalanches
    Of the credulous howling gale
    Playing along with the children
    Picnicking with the family
    Fostering love with the lovers
    housing a fleeting generation
    Of the nature's beloved
    Birds , bees and butterflies
    And ,oh ! How i wish
    To sleep under its shade
    From all the stories ever since caged
    To stretch with its might
    Brushing off with the wind's caress
    All the bad aura and the plight
    To wake up with its seeds
    With its lessons and its peace
    Sown in me deep.
    ©wordlings

    #seed #wod
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    @writersnetwork ty for your kindness!

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  • wordlings 3w

    Don't ever give up !

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    Agony makes you unfamiliar
    with the rainbow
    and familier with the rain
    Even the sky needs rest and sleep
    Some warmth and peace
    So together stand , tall and high
    Just one more day
    And you'll ignore the grey , you'll ignore the rain
    You'll climb the rainbow and embrace the pain.
    ©wordlings

  • wordlings 3w

    All our memories reside at the sea side
    Braided along the waves and powered by the currents
    Migrating from place to place , everywhere leaving a hint of trace
    Living all the things that could have been
    And the fantasized reality our future could have seen.
    ©wordlings