#existence

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  • ajayamitabh7 1w

    #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

  • rimlee_3010 1w

    Unique

    Innumerable stars are proximal to the moon,
    But are they even a mile closer?

    Grab the telescope. Zoom in.

    Now you realise. They just seem to be with that brown - tinged grey oblate spheroid.
    Isn't the separation much more than it appears?

    Stars are many, so they might have another in their vicinage.

    But Luna is one, an identical to it can never exist.

    ©rimlee_3010

  • juhiyverma_ 1w

    Disappear...

    I asked the sky to swallow me inside
    But he refused to do so
    So I asked the river to help me flow along
    She said I weighed too much
    And i better walk away lest I'd drown
    Then l I asked the wind to carry me with her
    She paused fr a while
    And gave me a gruesome look
    "How can I carry you if you already carry so much guilt on your chest?"
    Disheartened and grieved ,
    I requested the earth to bury me inside her
    She too denied , for I would hv to turn to dust to be one with her
    and that
    she can't take me alive.
    Then I pleaded the fire to burn me to ashes
    For I have none to grant me salvation
    Those flames of purity tried to grab me
    But they couldnt.
    Disappointed and exhausted
    I asked them all together
    To help me liberate through my misery
    They wondered why would I ask so
    For I was young
    And brave
    But Then asked me to wait,
    Conspiring against my wishes
    Soon after
    The sky gave me a pair of wings to fly
    To wander alone up and high ,to find my destiny
    The water showered me with her power
    The beauty Of lightness and consistency
    To be persistent and ever flowing in this journey of mine
    The wind asked me to flow along
    but With no strings attached
    Worthy of my every deed,
    And Soar High Always
    as light as a feather
    The earth then nurtured me
    with her buds of faith
    and fruits of patience and temperance
    The fire advised me
    Not to chase her but the darkness in me
    To tame my own demons
    and play with my own fire,
    Fiercely and delicately
    For it's the only thing
    that will keep me alive
    and set me free.

    ©juhiyverma_



    #life#love#survival#existence#catharsis #free#freedom#liberation#misery#disappear#doubt#belief#hope#alive#justalive#nature#fire#earth#water#sky#air#notyetdead

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    Disappear...

    I asked the sky to swallow me inside
    But he refused to do so
    So I asked the river to help me flow along
    She said I weighed too much
    And i better walk away lest I'd drown
    Then l I asked the wind to carry me with her
    She paused fr a while
    And gave me a gruesome look
    "How can I carry you if you already carry so much guilt on your chest?"
    Disheartened and grieved ,
    I requested the earth to bury me inside her
    She too denied , for I would hv to turn to dust to be one with her
    and that
    she can't take me alive.
    Then I pleaded the fire to burn me to ashes
    For I have none to grant me salvation
    Those flames of purity tried to grab me
    But they couldnt.
    Disappointed and exhausted
    I asked them all together
    To help me liberate through my misery
    They wondered why would I ask so
    For I was young
    And brave
    But Then asked me to wait,
    Conspiring against my wishes
    Soon after
    The sky gave me a pair of wings to fly
    To wander alone up and high ,to find my destiny
    The water showered me with her power
    The beauty Of lightness and consistency
    To be persistent and ever flowing in this journey of mine
    The wind asked me to flow along
    but With no strings attached
    Worthy of my every deed,
    And Soar High Always
    as light as a feather
    The earth then nurtured me
    with her buds of faith
    and fruits of patience and temperance
    The fire advised me
    Not to chase her but the darkness in me
    To tame my own demons
    and play with my own fire,
    Fiercely and delicately
    For it's the only thing
    that will keep me alive
    and set me free.

    ©juhiyverma_

  • sreeramyat 3w

    Please repost if you like it. ��
    #Magic #Existence #Belief #Quote #Love

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    Magic thanked me for believing in its existence, in the form of you.

    ©sreeramyat

  • lostspiritsam 3w

    Existence

    The darkness behind those bright smiles
    The unknown behind those known faces
    Those lingering questions
    In the back of my head
    How do they see me
    Or do they even see me
    Am I invisible
    Wearing a cloak that hides me
    Makes me go unnoticed
    I look around at everyone
    But there's none who looks back
    Standing at a distance of few inches
    Feels like we're galaxies away
    Like I'm looking at you
    From parallel universe
    I know you exist
    But do you know I do too..

    ©sam

  • petrichorune 4w

    Lurking Happiness

    In the midst of continuous desolation;
    There's an active synapse effect-
    Full of hope.
    Full of love.
    Full of existence.

    Lurking in this murk,
    Happiness finds its mark.

    ©petrichorune

  • anfa_bhat 7w

    Frost

    Since ages I have been here
    Waiting like a frost on a leaf
    Looking for the rays of my sun
    to melt my existence away
    ©anfa_bhat

  • biswajitdev 8w

    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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    @miraquill @writersnetwork @writerstolli @writersbay

    #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

    Picture credit to the rightful owner

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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

  • darared 12w

    Humanising

    By love I do not mean romantic love, but rather a love of all others. The belief that on a deep level it is to my benefit and to the benefit of those closest to me, that I regard fellow humans as objects of care and regard. The belief that not to love them is not to love myself; that to disregard them is to disregard myself. I cannot travel alone. I cannot do it all by myself. I embrace the care and interest of others, and I am glad for my care and interest in them. That is where I locate my own humanity. The prioritising of that conviction is one of the key institutions upon which I build my world.

    theClearOut.com, September 2020

  • madinah_writes 14w

    Anaphora (pronounced uh-naf-er-uh) is when a certain word or a phrase is repeated at the beginning of a clause or sentence that follows each other.

    @miraquill @anaphora @wodquo

    ***

    When you're alone, with nothing to say.
    When you're alone, with no dream to wish.
    When you're alone, with no one to guide.
    When you're alone, with no tears left to cry.
    When you're alone, with no words to write.
    When you're alone, with no memories to think of.
    When you're alone, with no recollection of yesterday.
    When you're alone with no hope for tomorrow.
    When you're alone, with no memory of love, joy or happiness.
    When you're alone, so alone, like the only one is existence.
    Then, would you remember me?

    © Madinah_Writes


    #Anaphora #blackamerican #alone #miraquill #bittertruth #reality #existence #makeup #childhood #past #writersbay #writeup #writerscommunity #freedom #love #remember #lost

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    Would You Remember Me?

    ©madinah_writes

  • eyeenma 15w

    Sorting self

    I don't know what I feel
    What I want,
    What I need I am aware,
    I am doing what I am supposed to
    But my dear Spirit guide
    Help me figure the purpose
    Of my existence.
    Let me Sort myself.
    ©eyeenma

  • near_lane7 15w

    Endgame

    Long live the memories
    That constant doubtful shame
    Did he do the right things
    Or escaped daily's wrath
    Pressure boiling his face flashing
    Redness then relieve
    Will it come back this endless
    Silent screaming
    Physics delay demanded pain
    Stay low avoid the conquests
    What for there is no gain
    ©near_lane7

  • thewritinghelianthus 15w

    It's urgent

    It's urgent.


    I need life to happen.

    I need to rip into existing.

    I have to run around the entire globe to find myself over and over.

    I have to climb every tree there is and hug every human alive.

    To the dead, I need to remember and recite my poems and stories of life.

    I need my heart rate to be unhealthily high.


    I don't want to slow down.

    I want to tear open every wound and examine the destinies and fate.

    I need to call upon my stars and tell them I am doing okay, and ask about their nights.


    I want to stay awake till my eyes give up and dark circles decorate my under-eyes.

    I need, absolutely urgently, to fall into an existence, an existence which

     is always more than just existing.


    ©thewritinghelianthus

  • pallavi4 17w

    Existence

    The experience of being extinct in an
    inexact relationship presents one with
    extraordinary number of ways of
    extracting numerous artistic expressions
    of having existed once, non existentially .

    @pallavi4

    21st of September, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    #wod #monostich #existence #love_poems #love #relationships #breakups #inexact @writersnetwork #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • exclaimer 18w

    तुम घने बादलों से,
    तुम्हारी नज्में उन बदलो की गड़गड़ाहट सी,
    फिर भले बरसती बारिश मुजसी,
    पर वो बारिश भी आप से।

    अगर बादल नही तो बारिश भी नही।

    ©exclaimer

  • puranidiary 18w

    Well you can read it not only from a pov of tree but also relate with our own life cycle.
    The first para signifies our birth right from our mother's womb to surviving as a toddler , then happy moments of childhood daily learning something and growing into a teenager where we experience love, pride and chase a purpose to work, then its mid age where we experience hardships ,some bitter farewell, loneliness and try to see the good in every bad and at last in old age we try to look back at all our deeds, we grief sometime and then we feel proud too, we learn how much all those hard days helped us to grown into the person we are today and at last we accept the sweet sleep of death, leaving our existence behind in some form to preach our next generation.we all have emerged from the same soil and one day we all will be buried in this soil only.
    ~���� (random writings at its peak)
    @writersnetwork @miraquill #once #start #wod #pod #ceesreposts #tree #life #existence #heal . #dewdrop

    -when i say i m on break don't trust me ��

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    Existence.

    Once when i was young like a planted seed
    Engraving my existence into the ground
    pushing up the stiff soil to anchor aloud
    I sipped the sprinkled petrichor to survive
    and swallowed many suns to spit the cold life .

    At the crack of dawn, once i bloomed as tiny leaf
    Swirling with the breezes reciting hope and belief
    Few dewdrops then found shelter upon my skin
    And i felt the love cradling and cavorting within
    Seasons passed and i breathed few more sunsets.

    At the time of siesta, once i fathered few flowers
    Metamorphosing their petals for fireflies to cower
    I saw the lovers hovering around me in late hours
    And soon the fruits quenched hunger of travellers
    I chuckled then at being crowned as philantrophist.

    Evenings etched endings on my evanescent euphoria
    I saw my leaves scribbling an epilogue to our love story
    And i suffused solitude as storms gulped my glory
    I saw the nests being turned abandoned hiraeth
    With every faded farewell i failed to fathom faith.

    Now at night I'm few monsoon old withered tree
    Gazing up at blank sky carrying gist of glee
    For my roots are tired witnessing the barren land
    And i sigh helplessly looking at the evanescent sand .
    They pierced my bruises to snitch my spark but
    I transversed many galaxies from brown to white bark.

    Now its all dark and dead as i breathe my last
    I bid my adieu to future as i get flashbacks of past
    I survived, i bloomed, i suffered, i healed it all
    Amidst all mayhem and merry i choose not to fall

    Once again i scatter my existence into the earth
    And kiss the renaissance to take another birth
    Until then i leave my lessons and life story in this song
    To let the world know,once i was here standing all young.
    ©puranidiary

  • nikkimira90 21w

    Just a random thought that I feel like I should share. @miraquill @writerstolli
    #fade #existence

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    Fading out of existence

    I’m not scared of death, or the concept of dying.
    What I’m most scared of is the pain I’ll cause.
    We might not notice it but when we meet people, we give them a piece of ourselves. A piece that we can never take back.
    When I die, will it be dark? Or will it be bright.

    Will I just seize to exist, knowing that I only live inside the memories of those I left behind.
    Will I just leave them with emptiness, and painful memories?

    Will I only exist in pictures and videos
    Will that be the only way for them to fill that void? For them to hear my voice?
    Will I be able to see the ones I left behind? Will I see the devastation that I left them with? Will I see the regret in their eyes, regret of ever getting to know me just to watch me leave,
    Or
    will I see the regret of unspoken words and unshared feelings.
    What if I fade out of existence? only to realize that there is no life after death, just darkness, cold and empty, void of colors, the absence of light.

    Will my memories be a painful reminder, will the videos of me laughing be the closest to what people get? Or am I too insignificant to be missed?

    I’m not afraid of death, I’m more scared of hurting the people I love and the people I made memories with and what I’m afraid of is regret and unfinished chapters in my story.

    Will the piece of me that I left behind be a painful reminder of what was, that’ll never be or something more that my eyes will never see.
    ©KACHI

  • the_backbench 22w

    have always dreamt
    of being a cactus,
    seeing it grows
    surviving hard times;
    never got to realise that
    it always hurt
    those who touch
    and caress it

    ©the_backbench

  • _anusree 24w

    She is always amazed at the mystery of existence how people’s thoughts and their own curiosity interpret the universe.

    ©_anusree

  • allen2377 24w

    "You!!"

    The summation of all great things that existed.

    ©allen2377