288 posts
  • ajayamitabh7 3w

    #Poetry, #Nature, #Conflict, #Existence, #Cosmos, #Discipline, #Freedom, #Bondage

    This existence is regulated by strict orderly pattern and discipline. A Man,on the contrary, by his very own nature desires freedom from everything ,be it any kind of control, discipline, rules, order or regulation etc. He treats the same as different types of bondages. In such a scenario , Conflict between a man and the existence is bound to happen.

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    Man and Existence
    Birds jump to the branches of trees at sunrise,
    But in the morning man wrestles with whys.
    Why do there seem to be too many cuckoos?
    Why chirping so noisy  what are the clues?

    In morning the sleep descends from its core,
    and chittering of pigeons hurts a man more.
    There is a  lot of tension and a lot of stress.
    Working late at night is a suffering a mess.

    Yes fatigue on mind, whenever Man feels,
    At times, smoking or drinking  appeals.
    At roaming late night the cosmos retort.
    A Reckless  freedom  is  not its support.

    Be it testy coca-cola or a pizza or a cake,
    Nature always opposes without a mistake.
    The sweet, the chicken, the fish, juicy curd,
    The cosmos  advises that these are absurd.

    While Orderly pattern is nature's workforce,
    But  freedom is nature of a man of  course.
    As many are options and choices  so gobs.  
    A  Man and this nature are always at odds.

    Ajay Amitabh Suman:All Right Reserved

  • yuki_sammy 4w

    My Brain and Harsh Words are at Odds

    I was having a conversation with my best friend not long ago.
    She messaged me, saying she won't be attending the New Year's Day morning mass.
    I asked her why.
    She replied, "Nothing fits me."
    My belly fat makes some clothes too tight, and my stick-like body makes some clothes too loose.
    I'm at a loss for what to wear.
    Some people judge me for wearing clothes, while others judge me for my body.
    Unbeknownst to them, my anxiety and insecurities are growing.
    People have no idea what I've been through. Their words are embedded deep within me.
    I try and try again, but those words will never leave me alone.
    As someone who loves herself the most, I have insecurities.
    It makes me feel terrible.
    I'm not sure if I started loving myself or if I just accepted myself.
    "Words can be harsh to make me think that way."

  • writer_siri 5w

    My conflict theory

    I saw people who believe blindly in someone
    I saw people who influence others by manipulating situations
    I saw people who still live in long gone traditions
    I saw people who fight for their perspective
    I saw people who look down on others often saying just kidding

    I also saw those who blindly believe protect no matter what
    I also saw those who manipulate can't bear when it's their turn
    I also saw who want to change but are not given a chance
    I also saw who can't prove their perspective right
    I saw people who make fun of others to hide their shortcomings

    I saw people who see only what they want to see
    I saw people who don't see completely but judge too fast
    I saw people who raise voice to fight for what has gone wrong
    I saw people provoking more even after the conflict dies down
    I saw people who claim a situation to be right and wrong simultaneously

    I also saw people who claim to see even in the absence of what they imagine
    I also saw people don't want to see completely to make what they like to be right
    I also saw people raise voice just to showoff their authority
    I also saw people who don't even try thinking in others shoes
    I also saw people who use situations in accordance with them.

  • kevinosullivan 5w

    Land bridge

    The aubergine migrants cold against the white Scottish winter. On lowland island surrounded by sea, seeking asylum; yearning to be free. If only the pangean supercontinent still existed then those fleeing war could simply walk to Times Square. There they could coagulate into the twisted bosom of capitalism. Where the greedy ghost of Adam Smith is worshiped at every chance. Profit justifies the most deplorable and despicable behavior. Forget all past suffering while all waking hours are engaged in surviving a laborious rat race. A maze of competitive madness without tradition or honor. Human conflict and desperation fuel all passage, most at perilous costs. The toll paid is always more than expected and rarely without regret.

  • jophin 11w

    Conflict Inside Me

    I went, to confront it all,
    one by one, on my own,

    at times, when I prepare my siege,
    it always takes me, under its siege,

    tempting, what the results would play,
    chaos exists, always to betray,

    it ain't got any rules, to follow,
    it's my future, for me to swallow,

    a right choice is my, only chance,
    but I'm blind, to see it in advance.

    ©Jophin Kulangara
    12 Nov 2021

  • loftydreams101 15w

    Tomorrow's Plains of Glory

    Burning on the brink of annihilation
    Of the blast
    Of calamity
    Of sweet savagery
    As the angels of denial
    Sing tolls of affection
    To delude our hot blood
    Surging forward to war
    Pushed and prodded by our gods
    Over mountainous years
    The fight has only begun
    In our pain-stricken eyes
    Our fatal stares will live
    Beyond the course of our stars
    In the cold hearts of kin
    Marching to their own plains
    Of sure destruction  

    © 2021 William Wright, Jr.

  • ambivertquki 28w

    Soul that has been pretended
    from a long time, Really? Why?

    doing well or not
    I don't believe humans
    their humanity
    they aren't really
    all the time
    they pretended
    to be human
    even they are
    where to go?
    how to do?
    why to?
    what for?
    all goes in vain
    and makes you insane

    ~Ambivert Quki

  • ofsparklesandwords 30w

    I just saw my home turn to dust,
    Saw the stone pillars that I used to play hide and seek behind,
    Come down, broken, as a machine swung at it
    The machine's sounds, my sisters cries,
    Mama's whispered prayers, Baba's loud shouts,
    All combined, as I stood there confused.

    I looked around,
    I heard my friend, Salah, scream as his room shattered into pieces,
    I remembered the time we fought over a board game in that room,
    I won fair and square, but Salah didn't think so,
    I remember Salah and I refused to play for two days.

    A house came down completely,
    It was a tiny house, but I remember at times when we passed by,
    We could smell the freshly baked smell of Knafeh,
    Somedays it would be the smell of sweet Tamriyeh,
    The lady in there would make them for events in the neighbourhood.

    She was always so gentle and so sweet,
    Sometimes she would give some Knafeh and Tamriyeh to us for free,
    When we used to pass her house when walking back from school,
    But today, she was crying angry tears and being forcefully held by those soldiers,
    She kept saying "Let go of me, stop breaking my house!"

    Even my Baba was saying that,
    Many around were shouting that,
    But no matter how loud our voices were, it went unheard,
    It was as if we do not exist,
    For them, us, our land, our heritage- it never existed.

    They pretend we are the settlers,
    They break our homes,
    But little did they know, that my Sidi's Baba was a doctor,
    Part of my house was his clinic,
    And he used to treat 'their' sick children, in that very front room they just demolished.


  • d33_with_f33lings 34w


    Sometimes when I look up, all I see is chao and fire trying to consume me. I know it is all in my head but it feels so real, terrifies me and makes me so damn mad that no one else can see it but me. No one else can see how I am trying so hard to hold it all within me.

  • litrazor 34w

    Buzzing fly; dear buzzing bullet wheezing near by,
    buzzing fly of August
    come break lull
    don't let me sleep.

    Steel summer, sun smouldering serving an invincible heat
    somethering my chest somehow I freeze.
    Buzzing butterfly born to bear the brunt
    burning terracotta tantalizing red tumult rising, tell us what to keep?

    And what to leave for flames to consume.
    Coloniser! Coloniser colonizing my lungs
    concertinizing streets, choking me to death
    lobbing chilly and pepper grenades, gas, I give in myself, lose hope
    let our vigils keep

    alive hope. It is brewing inside a beaker
    burning, rumbling sounds, thousands sloganeering; cardamom, cinnamon and pepper saviours coming to rescue, soon
    they'll get down through my throat,
    tempest rising in a beaker
    come destroy the coloniser
    make a tumultuous sweep.

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  • idrisyeverdd 35w

    Wish I'm good for you

    It was a typical sunny day, classes were off,
    I was sitting alone in the park, reading my book.
    You walked past me, with your friends,
    It took a moment to turn your head to me,
    I pretend to never saw you,
    You felt the spark, you want to lit,
    That's your greatest mistake.

    I'm not the girl whom you think    
    I keep wishing that you never saw me.
    I keep pushing you away from me,
    But you always find a way to me,
    Why don't you forget me, and leave me?
    I'm not good for you,
    Don't run after me,
    I'm not the one for you

    It wasn't a good day, I was off,
    Locked me in the bedroom,  crying on the floor.
    You knocked on the door, you wanna change my mood,
    It took all my strength to shut you out,
    I pretended to hate you,
    You knew I was lying, you wanted to comfort me,
    That's the biggest mistake,

    I'm not the girl whom you think    
    I keep wishing that you never saw me.
    I keep pushing you away from me,
    But you always find a way to me,
    Why don't you forget me, and leave me?
    I'm not good for you,
    Don't run after me,
    I'm not the one for you

    You kept coming to me, Baby, you don't know me,
    I will only hurt you,
    And I don't want to see you (hurting)
    I beg you to go away..
    I'm not the girl whom you think    
    I keep wishing that you never saw me.
    I keep pushing you away from me,
    But you always find a way to me,
    Why don't you forget me, and leave me?
    I'm not good for you,
    Don't run after me,
    I'm not the one for you

    I would want you to stay with me,
    If I didn't love you like I do,
    It's so sad, so hard, so bad
    that I'm not good for you....


  • scaredycat 40w


    It's those posts on social media referencing undying devotion
    To that one special person in your life,
    u know the ones that start with
    "he's a real man if..." Or "loving u was beyond my control..."
    That simultaneously
    make me wanna heave
    and miss u all over again.
    It's those little reminders
    Reminding me That I'm all alone
    and that you're not all alone
    That dig into me something fierce.
    Sometimes I take a good long look at where I'm right now
    and become all consumed thinking
    for what's propably a foolishly long time about what you might be doing
    right now.
    It's already knowing
    That if you were to catch me,
    Right where you left me,
    Sitting in my car at 2am
    smoking a cigarette in the dark,
    My makeup all done up,
    boots still neglegently untied that i still have absolutely know where to be,
    You''d greet me with that look of disgust youd get when you were reminded that I didn't turn out to be all you had dreamed me to be.
    You''d hesitate cause inside you'd be struggling with feelings of pity
    That I never wanted you to feel,
    and guilt that you will always believe you don't deserve to feel.
    It's the completely ridiculous fact that
    Im still missing you like yesterday you And I were good and you would insist I call youl my own,
    And today Is the first day I'm forced to on without you because you Decided that your life would be better off without me in it And no matter what I promised you, your mind was made up.
    The only promise you wanted me to keep was to let you go.
    It's the words I hear with my inner ear still spoken in your voice
    In that tone I never got to hear you use again and accepting that in between each time I get to hear my mind speak to me in your voice it's becoming a little bit harder to hear despite my efforts to pack them away safely, or so I thought, into that box of memories that when remembered will always hurt me the most.
    I hope you're good.
    I really do hope you're doing really good.
    I'm not saying that because I truly mean it,
    honestly I just say that cause those stupid posts on social media
    About heartbreak and moving on
    Said i should.

  • madalasa 41w


  • absynth 48w

    romance to love

    Romance is a road to love
    Love with its fragile forevers
    Forevers like potholes on the road
    Road on which drunk hearts walk
    Walk till they start to run
    Run till they trip over theirs heads
    Heads that are shaken by the brains
    Brains that always try to explain
    Explain the dangers lurking at the horizon
    Horizon with an illusionist sun
    Sun which blinds the hearts with colors
    Colors that heal the pain
    Pain which the hearts will feel again
    Again when they trip and bleed
    Bleed to know that they can still feel
    Feel the touch of romance
    Romance in search of love.

  • _ashes 48w

    It's a simple conflict
    But with no right answer..

    Do you listen to the brain or your heart ?

  • antarraal 49w

    It always start with an irrelevant thing
    a conflict between two hearts or two nations,
    but the result changes the world forever.


  • sketcher 50w

    (Un)Kiss my problems away

    Every conflict is resolved with our bodies pressed together
    Silencing our words to breathless dancing of our tongues
    Working our sweet nothings to push away the matter of the time
    Breathe hitting our ears
    Hand curling our hairs
    We scratch every problem clean
    With my nails on your back
    Patterns of rough love
    With the smell our sweats together
    The high of our intertwined hands, pressed bodies
    The wave of pain coursing through the want of pleasure
    We always find a way out of the problem
    Through our souls mixed inside out
    Words of sorry and excuses muttered against our lips
    Us eating eachother words and replacing them with cry of want and need
    The need of this high
    For I don't know the tomorrow
    But this right now is scaring me
    For I want words to solve our problems
    Not the waves of pleasure, not the desperate acceptance against our skins
    But with delicate love of words
    Than aggressive expression of need to forget the conflict


  • theshatteredpiecess 53w

    I guess I'm just to lazy to write.
    For my mind is like a home
    to so many thoughts and emotions.
    Sometimes I'm too busy in the moment
    And sometimes I'm just trapped in my head.
    Writing to me has become a trigger I guess.
    It makes me wander my dark thoughts at times,
    And other times I feel like drowning in chaos.
    My head feels like a mess,
    And my emotions a blur.
    They are like a collage with pictures Overlaid.
    Sometimes just too much.
    So much that despite all the emotions in me,
    I just stand there numb.
    Screaming so loud with no one to hear.
    Trying to find an escape that probably doesn't exist.
    I guess I'm just to lazy to write,
    Because writing is like the tomb to my emotions.
    Emotions that are buried deep inside,
    And are supposed to stay that way.

  • meline18_hk 64w

    Most people are conflicted
    even if they know the answer.
    “Is this better? or will that be better?”
    “Should I do this? or should I do that?”

    Well...That’s not being conflicted.
    That’s greed.


  • tales_of_a_phoenix 3w

    Whom to hear?

    Hello says the heart,
    While mind says
    shut the door.