#IAmJetr

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  • intellect_ual_art_is_t 112w

    Hope

    The world's just a concoction of corrupt, inhuman and materialistic devils.
    Here I am,
    Living in despair,
    Unwilling to dissolve myself with this world,
    Writing with just a hope for alchemy.

  • cuddlythecactus 244w

    As long as you pay heed to their applause, it will affect you. Don't let it. For you are the only one who matters. You are your only friend.

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #readwriteunite #pod #LifeUnVeiled

    P.S. (for the challenge) I tried and failed miserably.

    @Brahmandjetr @Jetrverse
    #IAmJetr #Brahmandjetr #Jetrverse #AbstractPoetry #TAPChallenge2 #TheMWFFChallenge #MWFF #MirakeeWorldwide #GlobalPoetry

    #ANTIBULLYSQUAD @ayushi_writes I hope this is worthy to be a part of your great initiative.

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    Applause

    As I ultimately succumb to the feeling of helplessness I have been battling for long
    And kneel down on my knees
    I see them applaud.
    Their grins fill me with a sense of hatred, more for myself than them.
    Feeling paralyzed
    My bruised hands weakly try to wipe my moist cheeks dry
    But my salty tears end up burning my wounds.
    I jerk my hands away 
    And realise
    I can’t let the overpowering pain conquer me
    My heart is not the perfect place for it
    But I fear I will disappoint myself.


    The applause is getting louder 
    To the extent of making me deaf.
    Almost letting out a shrill cry in despair
    I stop 
    For I am reminded
    I am still on my knees 
    Lame as a hurt dog
    But ferocious as a hurt lioness.
    I stand up
    Surprisingly I hear less noise now
    The sound of my rapidly beating heart 
    Can be heard loud and clear
    For the applauders fear courage.


    The remnants of my burnt down self confidence
    Prompt me from backstage
    I have to resist the tears 
    Eagerly waiting to 
    Moisten my recently dried cheeks
    And transcend down to my lips
    For I am thirsty verily.
    Infact
    I am everything I shouldn’t be.
    Lost in a land of sad smiles and hidden tears
    Which can’t be faked for long
    The audience applauds that loud, you see
    It racks your brain and soul
    Maybe in mockery or admiration
    They never fail to applaud though.


    This time 
    While wiping my tears off my destitute-looking face
    I let the tears burn my unhealed cuts
    I let the dust from holding the stage way too long, dirty my face
    And I take a bow to them.
    As the sound of my reincarnated self-confidence
    Radiates high frequency waves
    Which they can never fathom
    Nor listen to
    I leave the stage
    With my head held high.
    I don’t hear them applaud anymore
    Not anymore
    Because I simply don't care.

    ©chandamita18

  • miranah 244w

    MAKE WAY FOR FRIENDSHIP.

    Deep black eyes fixated at the red light, keenly awaiting it to turn green.
    Her heart and mind applaud as they fill her with courage every time she steps down, in attempts to persuade those faces to trade a few pennies for those colourful candies that lie in her basket.

    After a minute of persuasion, dejected she steps back, only to return when the light turns red, in attempts to conquer the world.
    Cars too big, yet hearts too small that disappoint her as they fail to look through the innocence of her soul.

    Fellow vagrants surround her as they boast of the pennies they managed to gather. They laugh at her as they prompt her to stop trying.
    Trying hard to resist her tears, she falls asleep with a heavy heart and an empty stomach, on the isolated street as night falls.

    A passerby walks past the lane as he notices a tear at the end of her eye as she lay there, enveloped by sleep.
    Tucking the strand of hair that caressed her face and wiping her tear, he takes away the punnet and leaves her a few pennies.

    The first ray of sunlight strikes her face and she wakes up with hopes to face the day.
    Failing to find her punnet, she frets in dismay, only to find those pennies she longed for, lying beside her.
    She smiles, as she endlessly thanks that unknown soul behind the smile that graces her face.

    ©miranah

  • malavika_rs 245w

    Make way for friendship

    On my day of success 
    I saw a man in the corner 
    Who made me cross all the barrier. 
    I saw him wiping his tears
    Upon my success with prayers. 
    I could hear his applaud
    In spite of other's laud. 
    He gave me ample spirit 
    To conquer my dream. 
    When matters of disappoint 
    Came by my side
    He was my sole motivator 
    In every prompt time.
    I never dared to resist
    And my dad made the apt assist. 


    ©malavika_rs

  • in_love_with_the_words 245w

    Make Way For Friendship

    The ones who applaud for you when you deserve it the least,The ones who conquer your heart with their love, patience and maturity,The ones who disappoint you many times with bitter facts and prompt replies,The ones who just can't resist your company,are your soul friends stick to them at all cost.

    ©in_love_with_the_words

  • tejeswar 245w

    MAKE WAY FOR FRIENDSHIP

    One has to applaud the genuine guile of a woman who knows how to conquer a Man whole-heartedly.
    As time flies past,she shows her true colours to disappoint his feelings which were too prompt to resist the curves and curls,the charm and class of the woman of his dreams. Never in the back of his mind he knew what was coming next.He still smiles at her inspite of her debauchery and wants to sing the song of love and make way for friendship.
    ©tejeswar

  • words_flow 245w

    Falsities...

    Is there any reason to applaud the falsities you present to me?
    A reason to conquer the uncertainties?
    Or am I setting myself up for you to disappoint me?
    Putting my heart on the line for the promise you gave to me,
    Your promise nothing more than a prompt for dishonesty,
    Making way for a friendship in which I must resist your falsities...

    - Terri Pietersen
    @words_flow

  • anurag_pandey 245w

    MAKE WAY FOR FRIENDSHIP

    I don't need the world to applaud as long as you are by my side,
    You taught me how to conquer and swallow one's pride.
    I hope I never disappoint you or make you cry,
    Whenever I am in a dilemma, how you always come up with such prompt reply?
    I just can't resist your company, so never say good bye,
    What should I call you my buddy, pal, mate or cutie pie.


    ©anurag_pandey

  • sukanya_mitra 249w

    That bravery award was the paradigm of her loyalty and sacrifices for the country.
    It was the day when every single person who took my benevolence for granted,had to payoff for their deeds in the court of justice.
    Everyone gazed at her in astonishment as she walked into the court.
    Wearing the black cape,she proudly sat on her desk of justice.She seemed incredibly articulate that day while giving the final verdict,"The court declares him guilty,with lifetime imprisonment."
    She disappeared like a diviness after making the judgement, feeling the hollow inside me with Felicity.

    ©sukanya_mitra

  • thevirarian 249w

    Originally posted by : @sanayapinto
    Tale of a father's path to achieve selflessness.

    Kindly like,comment and repost, if you like what you read. Cheers! ❤

    @Brahmandjetr #IAmJetr #Brahmandjetr #AbstractPoetry #TAPChallenge #Round2TAPC #FinalistsRound #MirakeeWorldwide #GlobalPoetry

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    An Ode To A Father

    His mother's love was the ultimate paradigm of unselfishness
    For when she loved, it was with the utmost benevolence
    The payoff was an offspring moulded in her likeliness
    Gracious in his thoughts, benign in his ways

    Now when he looked down at his own progeny
    Filled with astonishment at this tiny creation, so helpless and fragile
    He had never known happiness as pure, as bright as this
    For when she smiled, she melted that stubborn heart of his

    But his path had been precarious
    He had chosen wrong once too many
    How from once losing his way & falling into the abyss of darkness
    She had now given his life a purpose in ways he could never articulate

    Would his love ever be as pure and as selfless as a mother's​?
    Could he ever live up to this verdict?
    How could men with their hollow hearts & selfish ways
    Bring comfort to a helpless child and against all evils defend?

    But deep down he lived with this felicity
    His mother had taught him well
    If a mother's love was selfless
    Then it was time he proved that this father's was no less

    ~S.

  • writersqueen_ 249w

    Aristocracy?

    Is it just me or your heart too suffuse with disgust when you hear about this?
    The society's paradigm of an 'ideal woman'.
    Never to stand against her courteous behaviour and responding to everything with unprecedented benevolence,
    And what's the payoff?
    Respect? Certainly not.
    A token to survive in this aristocracy? Yes, indeed.
    I fail to conceal my astonishment when I see even nobility articulate such ideas,
    And their verdict seem so hollow that it makes my heart bleed.
    Let's believe in ideas that don't categorise women,
    Let's believe in ideas that strive for those amazing imperfections,
    I think its important for us to stop thinking so much and start believing a lot more.
    And my friend, we'll achieve felicity then and that won't do any harm to this world. It will only make it more beautiful,
    A paradise, perhaps!

  • sanayapinto 249w

    Tale of a father's path to achieve selflessness.

    Kindly like,comment and repost, if you like what you read. Cheers! ❤

    @Brahmandjetr #IAmJetr #Brahmandjetr #AbstractPoetry #TAPChallenge #Round2TAPC #FinalistsRound #MirakeeWorldwide #GlobalPoetry

    Read More

    An Ode To A Father

    His mother's love was the ultimate paradigm of unselfishness
    For when she loved, it was with the utmost benevolence
    The payoff was an offspring moulded in her likeliness
    Gracious in his thoughts, benign in his ways

    Now when he looked down at his own progeny
    Filled with astonishment at this tiny creation, so helpless and fragile
    He had never known happiness as pure, as bright as this
    For when she smiled, she melted that stubborn heart of his

    But his path had been precarious
    He had chosen wrong once too many
    How from once losing his way & falling into the abyss of darkness
    She had now given his life a purpose in ways he could never articulate

    Would his love ever be as pure and as selfless as a mother's​?
    Could he ever live up to this verdict?
    How could men with their hollow hearts & selfish ways
    Bring comfort to a helpless child and against all evils defend?

    But deep down he lived with this felicity
    His mother had taught him well
    If a mother's love was selfless
    Then it was time he proved that this father's was no less

    ~S.

  • fearspear 249w

    Aristocracy?

    Is it just me or your heart too suffuse with disgust when you hear about this?
    The society's paradigm of an 'ideal woman'.
    Never to stand against her courteous behaviour and responding to everything with unprecedented benevolence,
    And what's the payoff?
    Respect? Certainly not.
    A token to survive in this aristocracy? Yes, indeed.
    I fail to conceal my astonishment when I see even nobility articulate such ideas,
    And their verdict seem so hollow that it makes my heart bleed.
    Let's believe in ideas that don't categorise women,
    Let's believe in ideas that strive for those amazing imperfections,
    I think its important for us to stop thinking so much and start believing a lot more.
    And my friend, we'll achieve felicity then and that won't do any harm to this world. It will only make it more beautiful,
    A paradise, perhaps!

  • _komal 249w

    Aristocracy?

    Is it just me or your heart too suffuse with disgust when you hear about this?
    The society's paradigm of an 'ideal woman'.
    Never to stand against her courteous behaviour and responding to everything with unprecedented benevolence,
    And what's the payoff?
    Respect? Certainly not.
    A token to survive in this aristocracy? Yes, indeed.
    I fail to conceal my astonishment when I see even nobility articulate such ideas,
    And their verdict seem so hollow that it makes my heart bleed.
    Let's believe in ideas that don't categorise women,
    Let's believe in ideas that strive for those amazing imperfections,
    I think its important for us to stop thinking so much and start believing a lot more.
    And my friend, we'll achieve felicity then and that won't do any harm to this world. It will only make it more beautiful,
    A paradise, perhaps!

  • jetaime_de_jardin 249w

    We Know Who We Are

    Woe and distrust be the paradigm of what they assumed was she.
    Angst precedes benevolence whilst pleading to enlighten the dark recesses of a rejuvenated mind.
    Perhaps we can rip her to shreds whilst gouging our eyes as payoff to ensure the silence she refuses to share.
    Sappy mouths agape with astonishment, as her tongue road waves to the not so distant shore.
    They observed this articulate creature claw her way out of the lonely abyss, yet brazen and profoundly mute, she is still.
    In haste, the untimely verdict was whisked away to find restitution in the embodiments of the one who originally fed her soul.
    The ever-changing leaves fail to keep their grasp upon the barren and hollow tree, as one's lifeforce, no longer contains.
    If we are fortunate, we will find ourselves dancing to a song of felicity, as it was heartfelt melancholy originating from within the dream.
    Jetaime de Jardin
    ©jetaime_de_jardin

  • alankrita3 249w

    How ironical is
    the society's paradigm for women.
    Using violence to
    enforce its own belief systems
    on them.
    Aren't the qualities of
    benevolence and compassion
    the human values
    that payoff in the long run.
    To my astonishment
    women who articulate their thoughts
    against the society's verdict and claims
    seemingly hollow and biased,
    stand outcast.
    And the self claimed guardians
    derive felicity by
    cracking their whip hard
    hinged on their
    preconceived notions.

  • anushwah 249w

    Three witches in the forest of my mind,
    Cornered me and in my ear they whispered,
    "This concoction, my boy, is the one you need. Don't question us, nor are we in want of an answer, your future is to where this will lead."

    Swish and swirl went the contents
    Of their cauldron, bright green and then red.
    With sealed lips i did what they told me to;
    The events cast no shadow, am i to blame
    For the damage and despair that followed?

    My comeuppance arrived in the form of
    Dark bruises on her arms and her mind
    I'm not unwilling to share the burdens
    For it was my crime and she got the punishment.

    Both of us can only hope for a revaluation
    Of what we truly deserved, maybe it's time
    I question the alchemy of my potions
    Created by those who fly into the moon
    And cut down the trees that are harbingers of doom.

    anushwah

  • angelsanddemons 249w

    How ironical is
    the society's paradigm for women.
    Using violence to
    enforce its own belief systems
    on them.
    Aren't the qualities of
    benevolence and compassion
    the human values
    that payoff in the long run.
    To my astonishment
    women who articulate their thoughts
    against their verdict and claims
    seemingly hollow and biased,
    stand outcast.
    And the self claimed guardians
    derive felicity by
    cracking their whip hard
    hinged on their
    preconceived notions.

  • innovative_writer 249w

    How ironical is
    the society's paradigm for women.
    Using violence to
    enforce its own belief systems
    on them.
    Aren't the qualities of
    benevolence and compassion
    the human values
    that payoff in the long run.
    To my astonishment
    women who articulate their thoughts
    against the society's verdict and claims
    seemingly hollow and biased,
    stand outcast.
    And the self claimed guardians
    derive felicity by
    cracking their whip hard
    hinged on their
    preconceived notions.

  • amulyafreelancerr 249w

    Aristocracy?

    Is it just me or does your heart too suffuse with disgust when you hear about this?
    Society's paradigm of an 'ideal woman'.
    Never to stand against her courteous behaviour and responding to everything with unprecedented benevolence,
    And what's the payoff?
    Respect?
    Certainly not.
    A token to survive in this aristocracy? Yes, indeed.
    I fail to conceal my astonishment when I see even nobility articulate such ideals,
    And their verdict seem so hollow that it makes my heart bleed.
    Let's believe in ideas that don't categorise women,
    Let's believe in ideas that strive for those amazing imperfections,
    I think its important for us to stop thinking so much and start believing a lot more.
    And my friend, we'll achieve felicity then and that won't do any harm to this world. It will only make it more beautiful,
    A paradise, perhaps!