हमने आपकी रचनाएँ पढ़ी, वह सभी अद्वितिय हैं। हम आपको अपनी नई पुस्तक में सहयोग देने के लिए आमंत्रित करना चाहते हैं। पुस्तक आपके नाम के साथ प्रकाशित होगी साथ उसकी प्रतियां भी आपको दी जाएंगी। आपको सम्मानित करते हुए स्वर्ण पदक भी दिया जाएगा।
अधिक जानकारी के लिए संपर्क करें।
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Our time together was a series of blurry nights. Blurry memories and blurry images on my phone. We used to tell each other that we'll click better pictures when we're sober. But it was always hectic then.
Life only happened during the blur. We spent all the remaining time waiting for blurry nights. I have vague memories of dancing with you. More vague memories of your laugh, your perfume, your green hoodie, the fairy lights in our favorite restaurant, moonkissed roads at 3am, the restless ocean glistening like spilled mercury...
I hold on to all the blurry memories and pictures, the only remnants of beautiful nights that won't return.
Stepping on the soft, virescent grasslands Along the streets surrounded by homes that stand There, the people gladly walks along the paths As a charming day passes by so fast
But, I was wondering again into a spiral way Down the funnel leading me to nowhere as I stay, It seems that reality was long defenestrated Oblivious to our eyes, as it's demonstrated
Is it rather a replica of the thrown-away reality? Ignored by the public as they go on happily? Is it a fantasy that we were so nescient to know? That we'd pass by the "reality" as we all go
Is it really true matter we're currently standing on? Or just a synthetic creation, the other long gone? But if I'd wash my eyes just to clear out the blurriness, Would it still be the same, or turn into nothingness?
I'm still wondering as these thoughts circulate Around my crying head, aching as it suffocates Depriving oxygen needed for proper thinking As I'm devoid with answers I'll forever be finding
Where the mind is with fear and the head is sighed down Where knowledge is captivated Where the world has been broken up into fragments By broad domestic walls Where words come out from the depth of falsehood Where half-hearted succumb stretches it's arms towards imperfection Where even the blurry stream of reason has lost its way Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit When the mind is led backward by thee Into ever restricting thoughts and actions From that hell of imprisonment Father Let my country awake. -guts(rutvi)
My version of Where the Mind is Without Fear By Rabindranath Tagore
I build walls around me, not to sit in a secluded corner and cry. I place each brick in hopes, that one day someone will care enough to break them, at least try.
Amidst crowd of people, I find myself in the end all alone. Its not about gaining attention or limelight, Its about holding on to those moments in the air, that have flown.
No one is really happy , it's all just a game of who pretends better. Tears and smiles are one and the same, Because with all the blurry faces this world is a beautiful place, where you learn after the jitters.