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cloud9_af

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Franco Loja by day, William Wordsworth by night ��.23.Guitarist.Network analyst in making.A neophyte in a world of perfectionists.

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  • cloud9_af 134w

    Bruised, battered, agonised but still standing-but for how long?
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    #pod #end #amurkdiwali #broken_but_not_bent #distraughtminds #wishuwerehere_MA #writersnetwork @readwriteunite @writersnetwork @asmakhan @mysticaindrila_ @r_u_s_h_a_l_i @khola_hawa @alluring_tulip @ambrosia_roy @nilufa @musingsfromabongchic

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    A Reject's Cry For Help

    Was I always that melancholy?
    When I was young, should've known better.
    My mind breaks within,like a shriek of the Banshee.
    As the night engulfs my thoughts of today
    My heart wails to what the future might hold.
    Will there be a glimmer or will the candle of my hope be snuffed,
    Even if i make it through the night,
    The truth keeps on being the sabbatical and harsh,
    The society brandishing me a outlaw, a broken soul, A INTROVERT WHO COULDN'T MAKE IT.
    Am i so broken that even time could not mend me?
    Or was it a subtle flight of a certain butterfly which had led me?
    ©cloud9_af

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  • cloud9_af 134w

    Diwali seems so empty and nihilistic without you Ma.

    [Shilleilagh- Irish weapon, usually a hard object fixed at the top of a baton. Used by the Celts during the 12th century.]
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    #pod #end #amurkdiwaliforme #inlovingmemory #wishyouwerehere #distraughtminds #writersnetwork #readwriteunite @readwriteunite @writersnetwork @asmakhan @mysticaindrila_ @r_u_s_h_a_l_i @khola_hawa @alluring_tulip @ambrosia_roy @nilufa @musingsfromabongchic

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    A Son's Cry

    In this pellucid evening of Diwali,
    I sit atop my terrace-
    For the sound of crackers bemoans my heart, Like the hollow hits of a Shillelaigh.

    I wish for a time to be lost in an wanderlust of dreams,
    But the mind seems perturbed like obscured light beams.
    So much I try to hold back the floodgates of my dreary mind,
    The more it breaks the dysphoric bind.

    Diwali, they say, is a feast of joy and fervor,
    But for me its another day without you, Ma For the pain and agony of your untimely demise,
    Seems too much for me to harbour.
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  • cloud9_af 135w

    #pod #mycomebackpoem #naturepersonified #home #life #poetry #dreams #mymind @readwriteunite @writersnetwork @asmakhan @mysticaindrila_ @r_u_s_h_a_l_i @khola_hawa @alluring_tulip @ambrosia_roy @nilufa @musingsfromabongchic

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    The Illusive Citylights

    Did you think I was a city,
    Big enough for a weekend getaway?
    I am the town surrounding it,
    The one you have never heard of-
    But always pass through.
    There are no neon lights here,
    Neither skyscrapers nor high statues.
    But there is thunder,
    For I make the bridges tremble.
    I am not that street meat rather the homemade jam,
    Thick enough to cut-
    The sweetest thing your lips will ever touch.
    I am not police sirens,
    I am the cracle of a fireplace.
    I would burn you-
    And you still couldn't take your eyes off of me,
    Because I would look so handsome doing it-
    That you would blush at each moment of instance.
    I am no hotel room for you to crash the night in-
    I am HOME.
    I am not that illusive Brandy you want,
    I am the Whiskey-Neat.
    And now after all said and done,
    Don't come with expectations-
    And try make a vacation out of me.

    ©cloud9_af

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  • cloud9_af 157w

    Beautifying my pain by poetic verses.
    #pod #mymind #broken @readwriteunite @writersnetwork @asmakhan @mysticaindrila_ @khola_hawa @alluring_tulip @ambrosia_roy

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    How Do I?

    How do i describe my pain?
    This nauseating presence that binds me
    And drains my life away,
    How do i lock myself away?
    In a shell of what i used to be,
    How do i free myself from such tyrannical hold
    Ready to dive in, ready to plunge, standing on my threshold-
    I claw desperately for any grip, as the oblivion pulls me in,
    I watch my whole life pass by-just in fitting glance,
    I dont know whom to rest my head on when trust is so scarce.
    How do i look beyond if life had some meaning left to it?
    Searching for that sole reason, i keep on treading,
    Trying to find the oasis of my barren life, i keep that minimal fire in my soul burning.
    That fire i wish can never be snuffed,
    On keeps this wanderer moving,adding more feathers of agony to his murky tuft.
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  • cloud9_af 159w

    Nocturnal Verses

    Did i ever tell you how beautiful you are?
    From the day we first met, i couldn't think of any but you.
    The way you held yourself, the way that you dressed,
    Made me fell so blessed!
    The way you talked to the way you fluttered your eyebrow,
    Spellbinded me and left me in an benigned awe.
    Did i tell you how blinding your aura was?
    It danced me in to a subtle trance and lifted me a few feet above, unhindered by the mass!
    The radiance had left me huffed,
    For it was majestic in a way, couldn't be snuffed.
    The rosette lips of yours as they talked on,
    Reminded of the stilly nights-
    Times which are here to stay,
    Never to be gone.
    Try as I might, to find some bliss in my damaged soul,
    A moment to cherish, like kindling embers to the dying coal.
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  • cloud9_af 189w

    I've failed you several times. But there was one moment I failed you beyond measure. It was the day we met. The moment I took your hand and you looked at me, with the glory of hate in your eyes. I should have sent you home to your family. But I didn't. There was honesty in your hatred.Fearlessness in your pain.In your honesty, I saw a reflection of myself.Or rather, of the man I longed to be. So I failed you. I didn't stay away.Then later, I thought if I had answers, it would be enough. I would no longer care. You would not matter. So I continued failing you. Continued wanting more. And now I can't find the words to say what must be said. To convey to you the least of what I owe. When I think of you, I can't find the air to breathe. And now, though you are gone, there is no pain or fear. All I am left with is gratitude.
    When I was a boy, my mother would tell me that one of the best things in life is the knowledge that your story isn't over yet. Our story may have come to a close, but your story is still yet to be told. Make it a story worthy of you.
    I failed you in one last thing. Here is my chance to rectify it. It was never because I didn't feel it. It was because I swore I would never say it, and a man is nothing if he can't keep his promises.
    So I write it in the sky-
    I love you, a thousand times over. And I will never apologize for it.


    #pod #apology #storyofmylife #allisnotsame #withoutyou #dedicatedtosomeone @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @sukanya94 @laughing_soul @mysticaindrila_ @iamjass @sagarika_writes @asmakhan @john_solomon

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    Heartfelt APOLOGY of a hopeless romantic.

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  • cloud9_af 207w

    To become the person i am today, i had to undergo a huge transformation. But a constant tone of a voice kept me working- on and on- till i was rejuvenated into a new man. ❤

    #pod #inspirationalpoetry #poetryofmylife #lifestories #dedicatedtosomeone @writersnetwork
    @readwriteunite @debolinapurkayastha_ @sukanya94 @laughing_soul @mysticaindrila_ @iamjass @sagarika_writes @asmakhan @john_solomon

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    My Angelic Neume

    My mind traversed the plane of the lucid,
    Where the nights were starry and days, placid.
    The vibrato of a tune-so fine-drove me determined,
    To place it in the subconscious of a slurry mind.
    The piano of the heart kept on playing the mellow tune of mirth,
    But, guitar of the mind kept on striking deafening chords of dearth.
    It all felt like a dream, a dream so diverse,
    Of constant twists and sharpy turns.
    But this tune kept me tripping on its ethereal neume,
    For I was cast in the magic, that she exhume.
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  • cloud9_af 209w

    My life is tethered to you, my Caroline. For you're my inspiration, you're my motivation, you're the reason I am moving with no hesitation.
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    #pod #etch #inspirationalpoetry #poetryofmylife #lifestories #dedicatedtosomeone @writersnetwork
    @readwriteunite @debolinapurkayastha_ @sukanya94 @laughing_soul @mysticaindrila_ @iamjass @sagarika_writes @asmakhan @john_solomon

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    Caroline Poems-#8(The Hues of Me)

    Calling out to you,
    My voice broke to the pale hue.
    Nausea sept in,
    Eradicated my tone.
    My life was a wreck, when she came
    Healed my soul to the very core.
    In the petals of an Azalea,
    I exhume life in 'that' astounding aura.
    For she was my passion, my fortitude-
    Living her life in awful recluse.
    My trials were hard,
    Pretenses followed,
    "I WON'T GIVE UP!"
    echoed in my mind, desolated and hollowed.
    My life was a sorrow,
    But she lit my road for a better morrow.
    For she was my CAROLINE, my resolve and grit,
    Etched for a time the avalanche will hit.
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  • cloud9_af 209w

    The 2nd chapter of my novel-"Silver Strings- The Story of my Rejuvenation". Hope that you all like it and drop those valuable remarks of yours. ����

    P. S- This is only a rough draft of the original work.
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    #pod #dreams #struggles #fantasies #lifestories #myfirstattemptinnovelwriting #writersnetwork #readwriteunite @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @debolinapurkayastha_ @sukanya94 @laughing_soul @mysticaindrila_ @iamjass @sagarika_writes @asmakhan @john_solomon

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    Silver Strings- The Story of my Rejuvenation (Chapter #2)

    I couldn't make out what had happened to her. Someone who was so cheerful and jolly was asking for alcohol! It was like a jolt of thunder. I don't know why, but i pressed on as to why so.

    Me: "kene re kita hoilo akta?" (Why? What happened all of a sudden?)
    She: "I want to drink and i am not feeling so good"
    Me: "Kita hoise beti?" (What happened girl?)
    She: "Jani na. Amar bhala lager na. I just want to get drunk and sleep."(Don't know. I am not feeling good)

    As I pursued with more questions, the more she avoided answering them. Then, just like a friend would, I asked her not to just get drunk and sleep, but enjoy it while she can. To my surprise, A reply came which changed the whole conversation. She said that she wants to sex chat with me. Now this was a total surprise. The girl, who i thought to be reserved and to her own, whom I knew from my school days was asking for sex chat?! I was like something surely has happened to her and that is why she is saying this. Again, at the back of my mind, I thought it was some kind of sick joke played by a close mate, who happened to be her ex.

    I just went with the flow and replied positively as to why not. For the next 2 or 3 hrs, we talked like a matured couple, who were in a relation for a long time, forgetting my very desire to end my existence. This was almost the first time in many months that i had to cheer up on. After talking for two hours(or perhaps, more), I asked her as what happened to her that she wanted to have sex chat with me and how life was.Then I got the whole story.

    She felt cheated on by her boyfriend and so in order to forget that ordeal, she wanted to drink. I felt a bit of guilt as I too was in a relationship, but a long distance one. But that guilt felt so sweet as if it was meant to be and I will never regret it. She too was concerned of me, as to how i was holding up and how things were in my place-things not even my girlfriend asked. She cared. I bade her good night after almost 3 hours of constant chatting. I decided there is something to look forward to as I waited for the next day. I had lost my suicidal will.

    To be Continued...
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  • cloud9_af 210w

    Dreams are nothing but reality in my eyes. Endless. Ethereal. Ephemeral. ✨✨

    P. S- One of my most fav poems. This is not an original work but it is written by one of my favorite poets- Edgar Allan Poe.
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    #pod #dreams #farewell #struggles #fantasies #lifestories #writersnetwork #readwriteunite @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @debolinapurkayastha_ @sukanya94 @laughing_soul @mysticaindrila_ @iamjass @sagarika_writes @asmakhan @john_solomon

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    A Dream Within a Dream

    Take this kiss upon the brow!

    And, in parting from you now,

    Thus much let me avow:

    You are not wrong who deem

    That my days have been a dream;

    Yet if hope has flown away

    In a night, or in a day,

    In a vision, or in none,

    Is it therefore the less gone?

    All that we see or seem

    Is but a dream within a dream.

    I stand amid the roar

    Of a surf-tormented shore,

    And I hold within my hand

    Grains of the golden sand—

    How they creep

    Through my fingers to the deep,

    While I weep--in so endless sorrow!

    O Love! can I not grasp

    Them in a tighter cusp?

    O Love! can I not save

    One from the pitiless wave?

    Is all that we see or seem

    But a dream within a dream?

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