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tingesofhysteria
6w
Read Morei .
I dreamt of you last night ... again . It was the same dream -- the supple crack in your voice held me hostage along the coastline of your throat but i stayed not uttering a single word , for you liked me quiet . Not silent as the deserted yards of some half-constructed building left forsaken where you can hear the ravens sing of the pangs of love . No , just quiet ...like the quiet that follows our lips locking ,our eyes meeting or our hearts beating in harmony.
ii.
The gales of winter have parched up my lips now . Sometimes I still find myself waiting for your lips to dampen my chapped lips by the window on a chilly morning. Lip balms wear off but the moisture from your kiss just stays , unlike you.
iii. 5th Feb
Dear diary , he didn't call me tonight even though he said he would . I'm hiking the hills of my tears at 1 a.m. and celebrating every text he sent me . His laughter echoes in my tears . The memory of his breaths is my poetry .
It looks like he takes my happiness like time takes one's youth ; only time does it slowly and eventually , he took it all away at once .
Yours truly ,
the boy whose heart strayed into his city three years ago but is left stranded in the outskirts now.
iv.
...tonight , you made me realise heartaches pain as much as any other ache .
v.
4 a.m. in the morning . I have burnt all the pictures of you , threw the letters i wrote but never had the mettle to send you , flushed your belongings -- went out on a date with myself , faked a smile or two , wrote a poem about being complete without you . Basically did everything the main character does to forget and move on , then why are my palms still beaded with your sweat? Besides , no one can protect me from the echoes your etched in my heart --
my paper-thin heart is a safe for all the sunsets we watched at the banks of Brahmaputra as the gales of winter parched up my lips but you were there to dampen them .
The waiter asks ," are you waiting for someone ?"
I say," yes, they are on their way" and you're not but I'll say yes to everything that comes along with you , even if it's the ache .
vi.
The sun-glade on the expanse of the Brahmaputra resonates with too many memories to keep track of . I wish you were here but you're not . How the river mourns the absence of the sea but just goes on and on , unlike me . How beautiful this is paired with the smell cigarettes , smoke fixated on me like your unwavering gaze. " No , I don't smoke ," i tell them .
The banks are spattered with footsteps of strangers and I'm looking for yours . I'm still looking for you in the face of every stranger and it's like every guy that stands around 6 feet tall is nothing but your silhouette.
vii. 5th Feb
Dear diary , today the winds brushed softly against my cheeks as the sun dived head-first in the river . Today, the winds didn't carry your scent ...or your whispers.
You didn't call. I think I don't care .
POV : you've burnt down the love and inhaled the ashes off the velvet sheets because you just won't let it leave.
viii. I stood beneath the door you barged through like a threshold until I realised i had to wait forever and forever is what i can't promise anyone , not even myself.
You left -- left a poet in me.
ix.
...and somehow after all these years , everyday looks like a souvenir of what you left incomplete and never bothered to pick up again .
And after everything , yours is still the name that paints my lips in tender shades of scarlet , yours is still the hardest name to erase . And when you die , I'll be the moss on your grave.
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He left me
I still have him in my poems
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dobriyalpriya
16w
Baby just wait something bad gonna
hit you hard.
See behind someone is watching
You for an hour ,
That's what we call " karma"
Which will soon make u regret at last
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dobriyalpriya
16w
The one who says "karma is a bitch"
Remember baby, one day that bitch
will ditch you badly
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the_skinnypoet
26w
I miss you
Like cloud passing through the sky
Like all that I've lost
Making deals with my psyche
Asking always for you to be back.
Your face imprinted behind my eyes
Unravels like a string
That pulls and pulls
Until there's nothing left but a silhouette
A mere shade imbued with haunts
There's no exit from your absence
When it has deeply reached into me
Into the recesses of my ribcages
Like a fist cramped tightly
A pound of flesh that has known weakness
A mere process of living past I move on
Mourning each and every night
A natural state of being afterall
Vertigo call my limbs to fall
Makes it easier for me to succumb and stroll
I know every moment has it's end
You loved me without regrets
You knew me within limits
I water myself nightly
But by dawn I'm parched again
I know a lot about leaving
But it never gets easier
Never I'll get tired easily
As you have taught me to sway
To endure as you elude me in ways
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unquiet_spirit
27w
Freedom
Inside a maze
Solving puzzles
Unlocking doors
Some pieces are missing
How long
Till I'm stuck
In this freedom
Came a note
Flying through the walls
"What you seek
Is within you"
"Within me?"
I laughed
"Isn't this maze too? "
My mind, my maze
My heart, my puzzles
Those doors, my escape
My soul is missing
How long till
I'm stuck
In this freedom
This maze's my safe
From the reality I breathed
Reluctantly for days.
The force is gravitating around me
Pulling me back to where I belong
I'm holding on
to be alive
But,
This world
calls me insane
Insane is the world
That calls itself
A place to live in.
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the_skinnypoet
36w
I carry my memories within endless pockets
Tarnished and torn, I sew them all
I tally them in circle within circles of sockets
Relishing and reminiscing, I read through all
I smile better in all other passive smiles
Fazed and faded, I smirk through all
I cry within causes and without reasons
Tilted and tainted, I dread through all
Too many plots and too much plot twists
Tired but not too tired
Tuning and turning those
Endless pockets, circles of sockets, living
A goddamn life within straitjackets.
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dobriyalpriya
39w
Raho mai, tere intzaar mai,
Ab thak chuki meri plke hai
Aas hrr roj lagai bethi mai,
Ab jazba kuch alag sa hai
Haar gai es khel mai
Ab mazil meri alag se hai
Ye ruthna, fir manaana
Ab hmaare bss mai na hai
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dobriyalpriya
40w
Ye chaar din ke zindagi
Or fir andheri raat.
Sambhal lo en palo ka
Kahi ban na jaae raakh.
Ye chaar din ke khushiya
Or fir samundar mai baad
Sambhal lo khud ko tum
Kahi doob na jao yarr
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dobriyalpriya
41w
The day came when everyone was loving her.
The day came when instead of backbiting,
everyone was appreciating her
The day came when she get the peace she was worth of.
The day came when she got everything she wanted throughout her life.
Yes, the day came when she met her grave
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unquiet_spirit
43w
Shoe
Worn as a shield
Under the feet of mankind
My elflocks tie them up
Stark shards of
rough topography of life
Pierce through me
Exposed to all friction
Mud and dirt in the world
I am colourful
Shading each footstep
With comfort and love
My hues fade with age
I'm called ugly
While I'm worn out
And
I'm discarded like
I never mattered.
I'm a shoe.
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dobriyalpriya
44w
Khamoshi mai mene tujhe dhoonda
lafzo mai mene tujhe dhoonda
Tujko likhna to aasan nahi..
Prr mene hrr shadb mai tujhe dhoonda..
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praachii
46w
Read MoreEvery night is different
#prachibera #poetry #mypoems #inspiration #night #nightmare #lifeEvery night is different
Every night I think different ;
Sometimes realistic, sometimes irrelevant ..
Every night I have a different dream;
Sometimes alone, sometimes in team.
Every night I see different sky;
Where no star is constant everyday change thereby.
Every night I write my diary,
With different signs and different story.
Every night I wait for tomorrow;
Thinking about that day's happiness and sorrow.
Every night I realise my fault,
Feel guilty and come to a hault.
Every night is different,
Where I become incoherent..
Neither did I experience same,
Nor did I try to overcome..
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dobriyalpriya
50w
Someone knock the door
And asked
Can i come inside?
Dammit!
The door was closed
For the known hearts.
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unquiet_spirit
52w
Read MoreI'm a rubble
Aftermath of inner conflict
A mosaic of
Weathered identity
Stuck against the
Viscous elixir of truth
I'm called sluggish
While I'm worn out
Dragging myself
Down the road of life
Once I saw chrysanthemums
Kept on stones
With inscriptions of praise
An epitaph one would be proud of
Ever since I wonder
Shall I lay here too
Sniffing the petrichor
An aroma of tears
Six feet beneath.
Aware of all demise
©unquiet_spirit
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I'm a rubble
Aftermath of
Inner conflict
A mosaic of
Weathered identity .
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unquiet_spirit
52w
Read MoreThis world is a
Masquerade party
Masked folks,
Wrinkled cheeks with laughter
Camouflaging the side effects
Of the elixir of life
Shrill and flat voices
Different frequencies
Different amplitude
Hearts heavier than eyes
Yet it beats the same-
LUB DUB LUB DUB
In unison with the rest.
But "Shhhhhhhh".
What's buried in it ?
What for it beats ?
How reluctantly it beats ?
The Xebec of each life sails
On an abyss of mounting age
A perfect origami of God.
One day, it Sinks and sucks you
Into another dimension
When the zephyr of time
Strikes whispering
"Let go of it all
No more masks
The party is over".
©unquiet_spirit
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15/05/2021Masked
The Xebec of each life sails
On an abyss of mounting age
A perfect origami of God.
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- clichepenname Really cool eerie story within your lines. I liked the theme of the poem a lot. Very dark. Liked how you talk about something like a mardi gras party. I think elixir is spelled wrong also an another is redundant another is enough.
- unquiet_spirit @clichepenname Thanks for the read and corrections. Can't be happier to know you liked it.
tingesofhysteria
53w
Read More//The city of could-bes //
This city that we inhabit ,
our sanctuary after we got buried , is verdant except for the shadows that act like a memoir of our footsteps leading to our school
The light gleaming in the horizon is sort of a face of everything we could have built ,
and after everything we built broke , we summoned a tailor to refurbish it all .
We were naive like children awaiting what-ifs by the door just to realize the hard way sometimes waiting never ends. At least in my case it didn't .
But in your eyes was the fatigue of the perennial river and in mine the perseverance of the moon that never left like a lover .
Some how everything I do after a year , everywhere I go in this car that was once our abode only after this city ,
the zephyr stroking the strands of my hair feels reminiscent of the silence we shared and of how our symphonies synchronized like thoughts .
So I named this grief born out of your absence after your smile , got my tears tattooed on my cheeks so I don't forget how I cried cuz , darling , I'm the unforgetting archetype --
I remember what you wore on your 17th birthday and how you smiled when I played you the song I wrote .
The sky kinda reads ," the beloved lover waiting at the station on someone is to wait for all of eternity"
but I have never been the waiting type, you know --
I even hate waiting at doctor's chamber to get treated , or for the food to be served on the platter ; rather I take a spoon and scoop whatever is on the pan .
Darling, beneath your pillow is the ecstacy of the daylight and beneath mine is the rage of the trees that won't ever meet the stars and disappointment of a friend , a brother ,a son and a lover .
And as the night falls like abandoned rain, this city suddenly feels so big cuz despite living here ,
we haven't met in a year , and I vow we'll never meet each other again .
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dobriyalpriya
107w
Quote:
I took deep breath;
And welcome all the annoying situation to
enter into my life.
No more sadness was there...
No more tears were there;
I prefer more reliable to enjoy the
situation.....
Rather then blaming it....
©dobriyalpriya
