#Shabby

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  • biswajitdev 9w

    Dear #wanderers of #Universe
    Have a glance and drop a #star �� or #scar �� in accordance with your feelings to the verse.
    Your suggestions are heartiest welcome.
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    ** To all those stars you hide within
    'O' Star etched soul, smile and shine
    Don't hesitate to twinkle before tumbling into the void
    Claim your precious presence that none can avoid.

    Don't burry your lucid lustre
    Devour darkness with ardent valour
    In the dark night of despair and fear
    The bright stars of love and hope shimmer, truly forever.

    Which one do you prefer?
    A shabby scar or a shimmery star?
    Tattered existence or an exquisite one? **

    * GLOSSARY :
    Star etched - Decorated with stars, Tumble - Fall down, Void - Blank space, Burry - Cover, Lucid - Bright, Lustre - Glow or Glaze, Devour - Destroy or Consume, Ardent - Passionate,Valour - Courage, Despair - Hopelessness, Shimmer - Shine, Shabby and Tattered - Miserable or Poor, Exquisite - Beautiful *

    ©biswajitdev
    21.11.2021
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    #Stars #Scars #Existence #Exquisite #Etch #Tumblec #Twinkle #Smile #Shine #Void #Precious #Burry #Love #Hope #Light #Lucid #Shimmer #Shimmerc #Shabby #Shimmery #Night #Valour #Existence #wod #pod #writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersbay #miraquill #ceesreposts

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    To all those stars you hide within
    'O' Star etched soul, smile and shine
    Don't hesitate to twinkle before tumbling into the void
    Claim your precious presence that can avoid.

    Don't burry your lucid lustre
    Devour darkness with ardent valour
    In the dark night of despair and fear
    The bright stars of love and hope shimmer, truly forever.

    Which one do you prefer?
    A shabby scar or a shimmery star?
    Tattered existence or an exquisite one?
    ©biswajitdev
    21.11.2021

  • fresh_from_the_artistic_asylum 140w

    The garbage collector had but empty alcohol bottles to redeem,
    God forgive his senses;
    As they torture him with a barrage of relentless stench
    Of a drunkard's vomit & his rotting sanity.
    The neon lights fall one by one,
    To scarcity & false promises,
    While the ditches flourish with diseases & corpses,
    Born not of crime, but of hunger & ignorance.
    "Welcome home", says the boy,
    To yet another shabby back alley.
    My visit to the alley is moving & disgusting at the same time,
    Empathy is an inaccurate description of what I feel.
    Perhaps, it is sympathy?
    Or pity?
    My actions catch up with my emotions
    And I find myself donating currency for the cause
    Hoping to heal my broken conscience.

    I woke up today under the cover of my silky bedsheets,
    Trying to figure out if the visit was merely an illusion by my guilty conscience,
    Yet I am not ready for truthful answers.
    "Truth frees you" they say,
    But also hurts like a hornet's sting.
    For now I put a hold on truth's crusade
    And decide to go with the comfort of my wealth
    That frees me from reality without stinging my heart.
    Meanwhile the boy preaches a revolution,
    For justice & equality.
    Yet our masters are quick to grab & intoduce him to his new home:
    Prison.
    They celebrate their tyranny & corruption
    By hosting a gala celebration
    After all silencing a million just voices is but an enormous achievement.

    Behind the iron bars & dusty walls
    Yet another prisoner is drowned by despair's waterfall.
    A revolution for change is silenced by brutality,
    "Too bad", I cursed as I read the newspaper
    The boy I met is now a hardened criminal,
    My fake sympathy evaporates into thin air as I find a reason to calm my guilt.
    This calm is a reason to celebrate
    As I can once again grasp ignorance's hilt.
    The boy rots in prison under a false charge of sedition.
    But look on the bright side;
    Atleast he has no more burdens or poverty to carry.
    He has finally found freedom within the prison walls,
    From his shabby, back alley.


    #shabby #alley #dark #sarcasm

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    A Shabby, Back Alley

    ©fresh_from_the_artistic_asylum

  • raghavendralaxman 176w

    The Prescription....

    "One tablet in the morning, one at night."
    "You still have a poor handwriting", said his old teacher frowning at the prescription with dismay....
    ©raghavendralaxman

  • dariegoh 251w

    You et moi

    It must be the fresh scent of the blooming flowers
    Or the chirping of the nocturnal sky dwellers
    Could it be the rays of the sun and the burning light
    Or the smell of the fresh air after a stormy night
    Nay, I think it's sight of the dancing tress orchestrated by the wind
    The appearance of the seven colours in the sky, I think




    Made me think of you
    Da'riego..