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  • darthgaaru 18w

    I am at the age where kids are too young and adults are too old. I graduated my Bachelors Degree recently and suddenly life has become so complex. I am now craving a social circle where I can mingle with confused people of my age group again. So, I guess I'll do a Master's degree now.

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    The travesty of growing up

    No, it’s not the growing responsibility,
    Or that age is a constantly growing number,
    It’s just that I find myself routinely,
    Making many a minor blunder.
    College required that I always refer,
    To professors as “sir” and “ma’am”,
    But to do so at the place that I work,
    Just earns me a reprimand.
    “We’re all on first-name basis”, they say,
    And speaking of ‘first-name basis”,
    Unless you want to get verbally flayed,
    To address significantly older adults,
    As the archetypal Indian “uncle” and “aunty”,
    Must be avoided at all cost.
    Trust me, I’ve had to pay for this blunder dearly.
    And speaking of nouns that refer to adults,
    It wasn’t until the little kids,
    Referred to me as “uncle”, that I shuddered,
    “Surely it’s my beard?”, or was something amiss?
    It’s too early for me to be assigned this noun,
    Sure, some of my friends are getting married,
    Sure, some of them now have children,
    Wait, why is life now moving at this insane speed?
    Stop this bus I say!
    Let me get off of this vehicle right now!
    I know as a kid, I was eager to grow up,
    But now you see,
    I realise that growing up,
    Is life’s biggest travesty!
    ©darthgaaru

  • darthgaaru 18w

    We say things which give joy to people. We write verses which are intended to inspire and bring a smile to their faces. We write to express our love to the people who will never hear us tell them that we fancy them. Sometimes, we say too much. No not the negative, I mean the positive. It dawned on me sometime back that our finest complements, our most loving words and our most heartfelt monologues must be saved up for the right occasion or the right person. Otherwise, the words that emanate from the churning of our hearts shall be trivialised and it's effect lost.

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    One sweet too many

    Like that perfect marble of chocolate,
    That is never too sweet nor too bitter,
    The words of a wordsmith,
    Delectably roll off the tongue,
    And instead of tantalizing our tastebuds,
    They sound so sweet to our hearts and ears,
    Until, we've consumed far too much,
    Both sweet chocolate and sweet words,
    That we forget, or take for granted,
    The luxury of such sweetness.
    No chocolate nor word brings joyful tears.
    Somewhere, some of that magic is lost.
    So like that one delectable marble of chocolate,
    That eventually becomes one too many,
    So too, our sweetest words,
    Must be used sparingly.
    For if we don't, I hear,
    That our words cease to endear.
    Even to the ones we love.
    ©darthgaaru

  • darthgaaru 23w

    People who take goodness for granted and inturn take you for granted, don't deserve to see the best of you. This is the nature of life and more importantly, this is the fault in our psyche, that convinces us that niceties entail the lack of spine. So I urge you, the next time someone tries to walk over you, take you for granted, doesn't care for your words or your care, let them have a piece of your mind. Save the goodness for the people that deserve it.

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    #mirakee #miraquill #mirakeeworld #writersnetwork #firm #firmness #spine

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    Give up the act

    It's not when they don't care,
    It's when they pretend that they do,
    That I feel the irresistable urge,
    To slap them with the truth.
    But the lack of firmness it seems,
    Masquerades as being too goody good.
    So I settle for a sarcastic laugh,
    In the hope that I don't sound crude.
    This ofcourse comes with the price,
    Of people being "unintentionally" rude.
    So I urge myself and you,
    Invest in yourself,
    Speak your mind,
    It pays dividends I'm told.
    ©darthgaaru

  • darthgaaru 24w

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    Short, sweet, psychedelic and utterly meta. I wrote this as an expansion of a thought, that I wrote certain verses of poetry, mainly because I wanted the world to see the visuals that my mind created. But I couldn't paint them because, well, the shapes and colors never existed. So I wrote a poem about how I wrote poetry to write about the visuals that I saw. Meta enough I think?

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    Trippy

    Maybe deep within,
    I wanted to truly paint on canvas,
    The cataclysm of colours,
    And shapes of a surreal kind,
    That flooded my imagination.
    But no matter how hard I tried,
    I never could draw or paint,
    The lines or curves that I saw,
    For they did not truly exist,
    Except for in the realm of my dreams.
    So I settled for the ruled pages,
    Of a hard-bound notebook,
    And used the framework of words,
    To breathe life into the creations,
    Of my abstract mind.
    ©darthgaaru

  • darthgaaru 24w

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    They say that the eyes are gateways to the soul. Eyes convey a whole lot of emotion and they have the capacity to reveal so much about who we are and what we are going through, emotionally, in our lives. At each age and time in our lives, we go through different emotions and rationalize things differently. Perhaps putting on the glasses of those ages, can help us understand who we were and help us get to know ourselves a bit better.

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    Through The Eyes - Unrhymed Verses

    Through The Eyes – 12

    I was 12 years old when I was told,
    That maintaining eye contact signalled confidence.
    Now I’ll admit, that while the thought of it seemed strange,
    I marvelled at how winning a staring contest,
    Would send a sure shot signal to my peers,
    That they ought to recognize my superior competence.
    So for a week, I ended up staring at people,
    And I don’t know about the confidence bit,
    But it did make my friends uncomfortable.
    And I would’ve continued if not for the tears of dry eyes.

    Through The Eyes – 15

    I was 15 years old when I got my spectacles,
    And I remember thinking of them as a badge of honour.
    My cousins would tell me, that my father studied so much,
    That he eventually had to wear a pair of glasses.
    That this was the cost of his university gold medal in mathematics,
    And that I had to someday emulate my father.
    So I did try to emulate him,
    And I don’t know about the medal in mathematics bit,
    But I studied in lights that were far too dim.
    I was awarded my spectacles but suffered the tears of math tests.

    Through The Eyes – 19

    I was 19 years old when I saw her,
    She had eyes that resembled the petals of a lotus.
    I was initially shy and didn’t engage in many conversations,
    But every time we talked, it made my day.
    We talked with growing frequency, my infatuation grew in amplitude,
    So one day, I decided to trust,
    That if I walked up to her confidently and told her how I felt,
    There was a chance that the feelings could be reciprocated.
    Alas, I was too late. She had grown fond of someone else.
    Happy for her, I moved on after I wiped the tears of a broken heart.

    Through The Eyes – 24

    I was 24 years old when I was looking into the mirror,
    And saw the dilapidated shadow of a man who forgot his destiny.
    His eyes reflected a resignation to mediocrity,
    And his giddy optimism was replaced with doubts and fears,
    But a silent storm slowly brewed within me,
    A fire was ignited, to forge grit.
    So I glared at him, straight in the eyes,
    And watched as his doubts, his fears, his past,
    Dissolved, to reveal that he would always have a choice,
    To rise up and above the fears and the challenges that he faced.
    We both cried together, the magical tears of catharsis.
    ©darthgaaru

  • darthgaaru 25w

    They say deep and sincere regret is the true path to catharsis. I know that I have wronged people in my life. I never intended to hurt them, but it unfortunately came to that nevertheless. I hope I can one day make amends and be the person that my loved ones needed back when I wasn't there for them. But that day has not come yet. Not yet.

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    Not Yet

    For all the apologies that I said too late,
    To all the people that I have wronged to date,
    Because of my actions that turned your love into hate,
    My sincerest apologies and I reiterate,
    That I shall strive to carry the immense weight,
    Of hurting you, at that twisted hour of fate,
    Where I failed to repay your loving faith.
    I continue to carry the deepest regret,
    And my soul has repeatedly wept,
    At the memory, of all that I ever did and said,
    And of all the times I let your eyes run wet.
    I know that I must pay up my debt,
    And while that may not satisfy your heart, that has bled,
    Every day, I hope for a chance to make amends instead,
    But I guess it isn’t that day yet,
    Not yet.
    ©darthgaaru

  • darthgaaru 25w

    The human race, even if for a fleeting moment, has its immortal place in the vastness in this cosmos. Where you ask? In the eternal light Of the Moon and the Sun

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    Of the Moon and the Sun

    Beyond any of our vision,
    Stronger than any physical sensation,
    Sweeter than every single scent,
    And all the tastes we can’t comprehend,
    Past all the things we love and hate,
    And all the ideas that we debate,
    Through all the white lies,
    And the half-baked truths,
    Through every testing time,
    That we’ve all been through,
    Beyond every cigarette smoked,
    After nights spent in the throes of love,
    And every lonely soul,
    Who sat up and gazed at the stars above,
    Past all the seas that were ever sailed,
    Or every time we ever took flight,
    Past every queen and king that was ever hailed,
    And all the armies that fought their fights,
    For every mother, every father,
    For every brother, every sister,
    For every single stranger,
    For every friend and foe,
    And everyone that we will ever know,
    Our race shall always exist in the eternal light,
    Of the Moon and the Sun,
    And even if for just a blink of an eye,
    Dance to our incomprehensible cosmic tune, as one.
    ©darthgaaru

  • darthgaaru 25w

    We are not our words. We are not our thoughts. We are not our desires. We are the choices we make.

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    Choices

    What did I ever possess or gain,
    That I feared I lost?
    Why endure this pain,
    That I needn't suffer,
    Of the seemingly vain actions,
    Of a bygone past?
    For I know that I chose my path,
    And it made me tougher.
    ©darthgaaru

  • darthgaaru 25w

    A poem of half truths. A poem of love and of lost love. There are certain moments in life, where we are confused about how we feel. In relations, as long as the status quo lasts, things go well. It's when the Status Quo changes that we start to second guess our own perception of how we feel about things.

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    #love #lostlove #ghosts #past

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    What am I feeling?

    I believed that there was never any pretence,
    In that the nature of our deep mutual admiration,
    Was purely platonic and nothing more.
    There once existed, in its remotest sense,
    An iota of irresistible infatuation,
    But, I had buried it and forgotten it long before.
    But you see, the occurrence of recent events,
    Has led to the rise of a certain tension.
    She fell in love this October,
    And I can’t help but notice a growing distance.
    After months of intermittent silence, I now yearn for her attention.
    I wonder if I was always one to be ignored.
    My phone would once buzz with hundreds of her messages,
    But now, I get not one single notification.
    Never have I ever felt such a bloody bore.
    What is this emotional dependence,
    That has me helplessly craving for her affection?
    A feeling that I haven’t felt since long before.
    What is it that I sense?
    The ghosts of that old, forgotten infatuation?
    Or the dying camaraderie between our souls?
    ©darthgaaru

  • darthgaaru 27w

    An ode to the artist in each and every single one of us. You've come a great distance. You've inspired so many. Just know, that you and your work is loved by everyone who reads the verses you write, the songs you sing, the performances you give on stage or in the confines of your house.

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    #fan #art #artist

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    A Fan's Note

    To that lovely artist,
    Within each and every single one of you,
    I tip my hat with reverence,
    At your doting perseverance,
    That keeps you going even in the absence,
    Of widespread societal acceptance.
    Far away from anyone's sight,
    You silently work away the night,
    So that someday, this world may witness,
    Your enchanting madness,
    And perhaps,
    Even experience the euphoric high,
    That consumes your form,
    When you perform in full flight.
    ©darthgaaru