thebubblesplashHello We are having an open mic on 23rd January Open mic is an event we are having online in which you have to recite your poem/quote/story infront of people and if you win you get a prize delivered to your address
Entry charges are 100 ruppees in which you get featured in magazine and book for free and also get featured in a renowned newspaper.
"To the evil in me, I love you. To the divinity in me, I love you. To the humanity in me, I hate you.
I love the supremacy that the polar opposite entities in me hold. They are pure. They govern deeds with grace and with full intent and have the most certainity.
But, the humanity in me is mediocre, it's adulterated and coward. It knows no bounds of foolery and foulness. The spine of it is curved and tainted with mixed, complex and lackluster emotions, values, thoughts and feelings like greed, lust, passion, sense of fulfillment, satisfcation, achievement, victory, comparison, loss, grief, satire, depression, anxiety, uncertanity, doubts, disbelief, attachments, prudence, loyalty, respect, civility, approach, credibility, distinction, manipulation, exaggeration, explanation, righteousness, foulness, justice, settlement, stability, disregard, tranquility, worth, habitual tacenda and much more. This humanity is impure and shouldn't exist. It is heinous".
These are the words of the paramount polar couple existing in me as they conspire to overthrow the kingdom of humanity for they fear its large kingdom and their small space. But I guess that soon enough, my humanity will be dead.
Glossary- Tacit: not to be spoken in public Adulterated: impure, polluted Foolery: foolishness Lackluster: dull, bland Civility: politeness, courtesy, good manners Credibility: reliability and trustworthiness Tranquility: peace Tacenda: things not to be mentioned or made public and better left unspoken (nounial form of tacit)
Hello dear eternity! It's been long since I last met and spoke to you and I hope that you have been in fine fittle! Ohh wait! Yes, I did not forget the catch and how ironical the above greetings have been! It's really been no time since I last met you for I always have been with you. And it's just that I keep changing my form and am very fluid unlike the omnipresent stagnancy of yours. Ahh! So boring! Aren't you? And you have been as old and young forever as I can recall and have just been growing and I can't decide and figure out the direction of your growth! Anyway, I 'felt' that you are unwell right now and your presence is about to worsen! So I hope that you take care and 'precautions' and get well soon! And please don't revert back to me saying, ''The only part of me that is with you is unwell. I'm fine right now and you should take care of my part with you'' . Oh jeez! How selfish can you be and you don't even write often to me?
I write to you as a dear friend and this is what you reply? Do you not have sonder even when all that you are, infact, is mere eternity?! How hollow and shallow can you be? I am sure that I have written to you a lot of times before at like mere intervals of some centuries, lightyears and millennias and I write to you again today. Don't be a bad friend and write more often to me with pleasing and soothing messages rather than those previous self-centred messages. And yes, I hope that you do not forget that your existence is worthwhile only in fragments and in the fragments that I acknowledge and choose to live in! Ohh god! You are so old and young at the same time! I shall state the fact clearly to you now that I have been a vital organ to you for so long from the start while changing my forms and you have been a vital body for me.
Anyway, give greetings to my contemporaries and tell them that I have sonder for them.
I hope you write back to me soon because I have been feeling a little lonely and lost lately.
If all I did today was wake up and exist, why doesn't that matter? Why isn't that celebrated as woke as winning in a competition or acing an exam or gaining name and fame and properties and 'worth'? Yes, 'worth'. This word in itself is the most ridicule of a word that thee and me have to hear as life lessons and as things to strive for. But, with a free heart in a caged soul, I ask on part of thee to the world at might, '' Why must my worth be determined by the things thee want me to do and not things that I do and are mine before thine? " and the story ends... Rather continues in the same place where mine doesn't exist but thine does and mine does in a place anew and strange.
Glossary: Thine - yours Woke - an adjectival form of the verb 'wake' Thee - you Ridicule - mockery, satire, ragging