#unreal

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  • elle_se_retrouve 12w

    Made-up

    People are less expressive nowadays
    For they sell their emotion
    To become more mythical.
    More hypocrites, more bereft.

    ©elle_se_retrouve

  • madmans_diary 13w

    Real heroes are
    Often discovered
    During unrealistic situations
    ©madmans_diary

  • avaiswa 22w

    ഒരാൾ

    ശരീരിക വേദനകളെ ഓർത്തു വച്ചുവന്ന് അനേഷിക്കാൻ...
    മാനസിക സമ്മർദ്ദങ്ങളുടെ ചുഴിയിൽ പെട്ട് മുങ്ങി താഴുമ്പോൾ ഒരു കൈ നീട്ടാൻ...
    വാക്കുകൾ തോൽക്കുന്നിടത്ത്
    ഹൃദയത്തെ കേൾക്കാൻ...
    മിഴികൾ ഈറനണിയാൻ കൊതിക്കും വേളകളിൽ
    നീർമണികളെ ഏറ്റുവാങ്ങാൻ...
    കണ്ണീരൊളിപ്പിക്കാൻ ശ്രമിക്കുമ്പോളെല്ലാം
    പരാജയപ്പെടുത്തികൊണ്ട് ഉള്ളറിയാൻ...
    തളർന്നു പോവുമ്പോൾ തോളത്തു കൈയ്യിട്ട്
    ചേർത്ത് നിർത്താൻ...
    സ്വപ്നങ്ങളെ എത്തിപ്പിടിക്കാനുള്ള പരക്കം പാച്ചിലിൽ കാലിടരുമ്പോൾ കൂട്ടിരിക്കാൻ...
    തെറ്റുകളുടെ പാതകളിൽ നട്ടം തിരിയുമ്പോൾ
    സ്നേഹശാസനകളാൽ നേർവഴി കാട്ടാൻ...
    പലവിധ ചിന്തകളാൽ തല വിങ്ങും നേരങ്ങളിൽ
    നെറുകയിൽ ഒരു കുഞ്ഞുമ്മയായ് വന്നുകൊണ്ട്
    വാത്സല്യ പെരുമഴയുടെ കുളിർമ്മ നല്കാൻ...
    ഒരാൾ....
    -@vaiswa

  • kushh_ 42w

    Craving for Unreal love

  • darkmoon696 52w

    ‘Oh God, it is a scorching day!!’ I said, as I walked up to a cafe across the street. As soon as I enter the cafe, I feel the cool breeze let out by an air conditioner placed at the corner of the room. I choose a table close to the air conditioner and let out a sigh in relief as I sit down, placing my pen and book on top of the table. A staff member comes rushing to me with a menu in his hand as I start to make myself comfortable in that chilly corner.

    I look into the menu for about two minutes, finally settling for an Espresso. I flip the pages of my book until I find a blank page and start writing a story that came across my mind while I was in the shower that morning. My short story comprises of just two characters, one of them is a beautiful small-town girl and the other is a boy from a rich urban family.

    One day, as it was raining cats and dogs, the girl comes running to a nearby shelter and stumbles upon the boy. They both try to get up, wiping off the dust from their clothes and this split-second creates a narrow window for the boy to take a glance at the mesmerizing eyes of the girl. He then begins to question her whereabouts and in those 30 minutes, they both get along together. The boy then notices that the frigid weather condition is making the girl uncomfortable which drove him to wrap his jacket around the girl and this was the moment that made their 30-minute relation much stronger.

    ‘Ahh’, I scream as I wake up and find my wife squeezing my nose. In the next few moments, I come out of my sub-conscious state and realise that the whole set-up was nothing more than a dream. I’m disappointed as much as you guys but I conceive that I am already an hour late for my work. I rush to the bathroom as my wife obstructs my way and offers me her hand-made Espresso.

    @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakeeworld

    #coffee #espresso #love #romance #happy #rain #shortstory #fiction #dream #unreal #kiss #relationship #mirakee #miraquill #writersnetwork #writersblog #pod #wod #loveatfirstsight #funny #sarcastic #married #storywriter #author

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    Coffee

    We all want our dreams to come true except for the bad ones though

    ©darkmoon696

  • smzidane8381 55w

    Life

    With all those toxic memories that exist in the mind,
    The soul always longs for an escape route,
    The route which should not contain any witnesses,
    The route where every thing should start from the beginning,
    The route where mind should stay stable without any guilt or regret;
    But yes the same route is invisible and undefined in lives,
    A sham, which justifies the very protocol of life;
    "The path of life is second to none since it gives one and only chance to everyone".
    ©smzidane8381

  • ferozah 57w

    Toxic is when you love the wrong man from your soul, like your own soul !!
    ©ferozah

  • letterseed 72w

    Seashells and Sunshine

    “Each time I made her smile I felt like,
    An invisible ocean touching my feet and cleansing my skin.
    Waves after waves, I felt like I was a part of it too once.

    A secret pride I held,
    Being the reason of her smile.
    It felt like seashells and sunshine,
    Those I enjoyed from my childhood till now, unchanged."

    He said.
    ©letterseed

  • nefelibata___ 74w

    Enjoying your own company is too dangerous for someone to accept reality behind their ego


    RaaJ +_!

  • alias_poetry 89w

    Fear

    Happens to the best of us
    Without discrimination from the rest of us

    the gripping feeling
    the malignant illusory healing
    the truest of all
    the anticipated fall

    Fear seems unreal,
    Feels quite surreal,
    Unending taste of regret, like nothing happened
    but still felt,

    A useless emotion,
    surrounded by an intention,
    to act, yet do nothing
    Like it won't change a thing

    Living the same thing twice,
    every living human's vice,
    Like a paradox
    When loose it you can describe,
    When you have it you can't!
    ©alias_poetry

  • man_of_joy 90w

    Life is better with lies
    But the truth spoils it up
    Yeah I would love to live
    A life unreal
    Rather to unlive a real one









    ©m_s_tanwar

  • outofleague 97w

    Sometimes the right answer
    is a proper question.

    @smily_aina We call ourselves human beings,
    but a natural disaster will treat us and a barren land with equal mercy.



    What is the difference between
    a "point-mass" and a "point"?

    Are you also someone who performs
    encrypted mystic gestures with
    their hands while talking ?

    "What is the price of that thing ?"
    and
    "what is the value of that thing ?"
    The second question feels to be more
    important than the previous one.
    But the moment you put "less" after
    'price' and 'value',
    the former represents a positive extremity
    while the later represents negative aspect
    but mathematically a neutral prospect.

    When are you looking straight at someone ?
    If you are at 4th floor talking from balcony
    with someone who is at 7th floor,
    are you still looking straight ?

    Sky is the limit.
    For a moment, look at the ground
    that is carrying your weight.
    If you slip the momentum with which
    your body will hit the ground will
    hurt you.
    So when it is that you are at a safe distance
    from the ground anyway ?

    You feel the wind, close your eyes and
    you will assume that you are wind.

    Touch. Anything. But the truth is
    at every moment you are touching
    this nothingness present next
    to your skin.

    If you consider this nothingness to be
    not much of an emphasis or importance,
    What would you call it
    "priceless" or "valueless" ?

    If you choose latter
    doesn't that make you "priceless" ?
    But if you are "priceless"
    do you have a "value" ?

    If it is the former,
    have you been giving enough emphasis
    or importance to this nothingness ?



    #prettypic314 Challenge #unreal #reality

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  • sarahrachelea 97w

    Be true to yourself and never betrayed you

    When you are telling the truth
    Only the truth that will resonate with you

    And by all that means,
    All the fake and unreal things surrounding you
    Will be collapsed and left you

    Always telling your truth

    ~ the power of the truth
    ©sarahrachelea

  • drtjeckleburg 99w

    Manufacte'rd

    His voice sounds plastic
    It's posses no real qualities
    He has three faces and they all are a mirage
    It's all a fantasy to him... to fit in
    I've never know the real him.
    Tangible body... no authenticity

    ©drtjeckleburg

  • always_a_thinker 101w

    Companionship

    Sometimes, by seeing couples around me, their equation with each other,
    their authority or non-authority over each other, I question myself, have I set the expectation too high or do I have non-existent ideas within me about a companionship?
    But then it crosses my mind that if my idea is so unrealistic why does it have a place in my heart? And if it is within me then how it can be unreal?
    ©always_a_thinker

  • alonershade 102w

    In this world upside down
    Truth and lie looks the same

    Tattered clothes down the lane
    Affords expensive suit under fame

    Beautiful Smile veils agony of scars
    And also the dirty minds evil aim

    Culprit isn't just one behind bars
    Can be also in crowd walking lame

    Arrows from back aren't opponents
    Betrayal from your own puppet tame

    Devastated product of brands is found
    Similar to the originals with rename

    Infinite distance between visuals n reality
    Although seems like they are of one frame

    With this unethical societal complexity
    Dealing is every days new ball game

    ......The more you think you know the facts
    more the dark secrets to be aware of.........

    @twinkling_girl @writersnetwork #unreal #world #dark #secrets @emolicsuhail

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  • aarushi_bagri 107w

    Every escape point is ethereal.

    ©aarushi_bagri

  • adt_s_ 110w

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  • piyu_5 111w

    The Journey of a Poem

    My mind is benumbed, its transfixed
    On a thought overly underrated.
    I am writing of a phenomenon of
    Finding words.

    I want people to adhere to my poetry,
    Like Milton did his study
    bringing about hordes of sonnets
    & a Paradise Lost in Parts Twelve

    I want to be revered like once was Gandhi,
    Like Bhakts did religion;
    do religion
    will keep doing religion.

    I want to be praised for my words
    to be shaped like Shakespeare's
    'Honorificabilitudinitas'
    or like that of the great Tharoor's
    'Floccinaucinihilipilification'

    But I regret every second of every time
    that I start typing, start indulging in the
    dead thoughtless music of my TVS Gold keyboard,
    This music, which can even go for music
    these days.

    I look for Words, Phrases.
    I open books, tomes, dictionaries
    and even thesauruses of the whole world
    & not one page, a para or even a word,
    comes to the aid.

    I remain illiterate of 'Big Words' and
    cutely ignorant of cute visions.

    I bang my head in absent mindedness
    after having found the word, after
    having traced back the word
    from the Ocean of the Internet.

    The abysmal starts turning fine,
    judging the presence of dignified words,
    the rigid memory perturbed,
    the insanity turns back to insanity
    & the meaningless dissolve into meanings
    To provide even more complex, unforged and unforgibeable thoughts.

    It comes back to the poetry and
    makes it tough enough
    to enter the ranks of weirdness
    the ranks of greatness.

    When it reaches the people
    It gets criticised,
    When the people say they long for
    easier poetry.

    When these Everestly complex words,
    make them turn the poetry into
    critically acclaimed, then
    will I see in it 'A Sense of Greatness?'

    ©Piyush Jain

  • aydslash 111w

    HEARTBROKEN

    If my heart were a page,
    It would have burnt to ashes.
    You were there,
    And then you weren't.
    I thought you loved me more than anything,
    Then one day, you left me with nothing.

    Broken into tiny pieces,
    You left me all shattered and sad.
    Was my love so sour?
    Was it that bad?
    How do I mend my broken heart,
    When you and I have been torn apart?
    And our love story we can't restart.

    I'm constantly reminded of memories of you.
    I waited patiently for the day you'd say I do,
    You told me girls like you were few,
    Only if I had thought it through,
    I would never be caught up in this rue.

    So many buried dreams,
    So many beautiful lies,
    I am taking this in slowly.
    How slow my body is to realize,
    That you are never coming back.
    ©aydslash