we all fall down
Saturday.It's raining and I cannot help contemplating.@mirakee @writersnetworknext poem dropping in at 3000 followers
my depression is cockyeven when i don’t give it the benefit of doubtit always gets the best of my naivetyand taunts me, as it gloatsmy depression is inconsistentas soon as i develop a healthy habitit swoops down on me like the eagle it ison my unsuspecting squirrelmy depression is muteno matter how hard I try to talk about iti’m always short of wordsall language seems to evade memy depression is sneakyit stalks me every second of every waking hourjust so it can corner me unaware in dark alleyways of my mindto make me feel powerless when i’m alonemy depression is turbulenton the days that i want to feel nothingit occupies my mind through and throughequips me with the anger i require to survivemy depression is permanenti’m afraid that my shadow is safer than i amat least it gets time off in the darknessthat i unwillingly have to dwell inmy depression is threateningto wipe me away like a stain that once wasand it bothers me that i might just accept it as iswithout ever trying to put up a fightmy depression is recklessit keeps reminding me that i have no valueso i seek it in cigarettes, in whiskeyand often in the beds of strangersmy depression is cockyand i suffer through it every dayin hopes of one day beating iti give myself the benefit of doubt©brahmandjetr
Friday.A constantly numbing sense of fleeting nothingness.Follow @Brahmandjetr for more.#writerscommunity #spilledink #brahmandjetr@writersnetwork @mirakee
all my life feels like nothing buta constantly numbing senseof fleeting nothingnesswhile the truth lies in grey musingsmy life treads in black and whiteand hues of emptinessdespair leaves me hollowjoy hasn’t held my hands in millenniayet the show perpetually goes onwhat is purpose, if not just a wordyou might be right to inquirebut an answer there is notmust we all go on and mean nothingor is there achievement that keeps us completean unwavering sense of eternal bliss?©brahmandjetr
Sunday.Some people have so much power over us. What a crazy day this has turned out to be. @mirakee @writersnetwork
when you called i was doing just fine,i didn’t have much on my dreaming mind.because of the light-sleeper that i am,i couldn’t help pick up, when the phone first rang.i heard your voice and my heart flatlined.my eyes teared up, as i heard you cry.if i didn’t treat you more specially would i be a man?i really love you, more than you can understand.i couldn’t think too much, since we were acquainted.you’re so mesmerising, i might as well have fainted.i went to the one place where i knew i’d be heard,just so you know, i reimagined us being together, in the future.i really hate to hear it when you say your mind is tainted,because the last i checked, everyone’s uniquely demented.i have never felt a standstill, never been physically muternever nearly as close as now, have i been your suitor.i know i mustn’t, but i truly don’t know hownot to think or wonder about your life nowshould i run again, away from everything that you are?if yes, then tell me, where should i go, and how far?i’m devoted to you, if you stood i’d bow,i would accept everything you’d ever endow.but i don’t want to suffocate you, i guess i’ll be just as happy from afar.maybe i’m meant to be an onlooker, and you a distant star.©brahmandjetr
Thursday.I don’t have any thoughts. You don’t know how lovely you a..a..a..are.#poemsporn #poemoftheday #tribeofpoets #poetryinmotion #writerssociety #poetryslam #wordsofwisdom #visualpoetry #poetrybook #writerscommunity@mirakee @writersnetwork
less than a lie.
will youtell me how you areeach morningif i asked you howyou spent your nightsif the foggy dawnblinds my viewwill you sing for meand assure yourselfthat we’ll be alrighti know you seekyet i know not whatwhy does this endif it did, never startcan webreak this silencebetween you and medoesn’t it kill you howwe’re strangers no lessif this jamboreeunfurls itselfwill you let me thenundo, this messwhy do you seekto stab my heartwhy must this endbefore we startyou make me feelwhat you make me feeli know more knowwhat is real, what’s reeltake my heart, youtake my whole life toobut once you’re throughtake my last breath blewi care too muchand i love too hardi feel too littlenot to be a carduntil you stopped byi had my head held highmy life’s now nothingmore or less than a lie.©brahmandjetr
Monday.This was long due.#covid19 #pandemic #panic#writerscommunity@writersnetwork @mirakee
the rest of your life.
before you lies, what could be, the rest of your lifecaged, restrained, restrictedbut as hope would permit, the world will rely on you,you can turn this around by avoiding the mistakesyour predecessors considered inevitablemaking a bad choice, which unthinking throughwas a conscious decision-profit and conscience were never directly proportional- this is knowledge that they possessed.yet here we are- a bat is consumedas an exotic delicacy. Sold, for a profit.…...a Mother would never have any of thiswhen a child mistakes his providers’ loveas permit to litter the house with remnantsof his consumptionhis heavenly Father who art in Heavenhallowed be whose name whose kingdom come,whose will, be done on Earth as it is in Heavenwho gives him, this day his daily breadwill not allow for Mother to be treadand trespassed upon- a sin, unforgivableHe will punish him as does good a Fatherto deliver him from evil-an evil, that makes him want beyond his needthat fills his plates and quite yet never his greedMother who nurtures him that he may eathas a threshold beyond his Father’sbut she is weary too. For, even with hindsightit is her womb that he harvests still…...how ungrateful can a child ever be?ungrateful as we are to Mother naturewhose resources we exploiteverything we possess is but her giftyet, we’re blinded beyond reasonhow long will take us before we realiseour Father, who art in Heaven has a thresholdand this is the beginning of The RaptureHe is afoot to salvage thosewhose dutiful repute precedes themwhen He arrives; will that, which before you lies,be the rest of your life?©brahmandjetr
Saturday.I’m smitten, I think by the love bug I’m bitten. #inkheart #poetry#love and all that jazz. @mirakee @writersnetwork
hold my hand.
hold my hand, will you?let me walk you throughthe absurdity that you’ll findrunning around in my mind.when i think of you,i think of beautiful things.cute trees, leaves, flowersand big birds with pretty wings.if i could write anymore,i’d write how for sure,about you, if songs were writtenyou’d find out how much i’m smittenfrom the very first hair flipto climbing gates just becauseevery image takes my breathand when i see you i pausei say, it’s your pretty smileplaced between your pretty eyesyour every whim and your sassthat makes me drop my glassyou made me my very best-a better man, i must test to be.i feel you’re my mind’s dearestthat i, for so long, wished to see.but worried be not, frienduntil i make all the amendsthat you’ve asked me to make,not another step i shall take.you wrote me the cutest poemnever had i read such words in my life.i just hope some day, i’ll just be good enough to ask you to be my wife.©brahmandjetr
Saturday.I’m wrong. Or something is.@writersnetwork @mirakee
Why am I like this?
my depression, it runs deepsometimes i wonder how rooted it iswithin my very psychesometimes i wonderif i was born with itsometimes i wander into the labyrinthalmost very well knowingwhere i am headedsometimes i wander into trapsthat i set in my mind to capture mewhen i’m downsometimes i light myself up andi burn down to my last carbon atomsand burn still, until those perishsometimes i light things up andi watch them burnthings i built with my very handswhy am i like this?©brahmandjetr
Thursday.You can love with all your heart.Hey @writersnetwork @mirakee where’s the love?#poetsofinstagram #poemsporn #poemoftheday #tribeofpoets #poetryinmotion #writerssociety #poetryslam #wordsofwisdom #visualpoetry #poetrybook #writerscommunity
but i choose to.
i’m not baffledby the noise of the traffici’m not fazedby the silence in my mindi’m not rattledby the pandemonium you thrive oni’m not dazzledby the sheen of your skini cannot belittleyour efforts to survivei cannot disparageyour attempts to keep movingi cannot be flusteredby your whimsical capricei cannot be ruffledby your impetuous impulsebut i choose to.your thoughts, your wordsyour lies, your cussesyour headlong ruseand your blithering incusesyour kinks, your passionsyour notions, your urgesyour fickle idiosyncrasiesas your eccentricity converges -i sit here unshaken as still as a rockunwavering, as i am -as you prevalently mockas you skew, as you hurtas you spew, as your blurtas you recklessly slewas your seamlessly avert -from my periphery - i continue to hold onas you assert that I mustfrom your sight begonei shouldn’t have to break,but i choose to.so, i hope you see what you are.and, i hope you see what this is.©brahmandjetr
Wednesday.Sometimes, you have to come back to relive all the good things you were missing.@mirakee @writersnetworkShow me some love.#poetsofinstagram #poemsporn #poemoftheday #tribeofpoets #poetryinmotion #writerssociety #poetryslam #wordsofwisdom #visualpoetry #poetrybook #writerscommunity
at a waterfall
stillness will leave youyou cannot rely on itthe calm that you seek,while the decay that you reek of,is beyond younot everything can be waternot everyone capableof fluiditysometimesall you can beis a rockyou choose what you willbetween gravel, in the sandor rock, carved downby a waterfallas it trickles awaycarrying pieces of youthat you will be better offwithoutyou don’t get to be waternonetheless, you let it sculpt youso you can sit by a dropand be admiredfor what you truly are -you are not yet waterbut you are stilland steady a rock, at a waterfall.©brahmandjetr
Let me know if you’d like to read the incomplete manuscript of the book I’m writing.“It’s weird” by Brahmandjetr #poetsofinstagram #poemsporn #poemoftheday #tribeofpoets #poetryinmotion #writerssociety #poetryslam #wordsofwisdom #visualpoetry #poetrybook #writerscommunityhello again, @writersnetwork @mirakee
Hello, again. 🌸
Hi Mirakee family, I am back and here to stay.It’s time for me to introduce you to my new content. Tell me if you like it!Best regards always,Shivankur.©brahmandjetr