just_another_voice

If you look closely, you can see me between the verses I write.��

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  • just_another_voice 21w

    When their pitiful wails
    dissolve into muted sobs,
    When their rainbows are
    shattered beneath your boots,
    When their senses turn
    numb to atrocities around,
    When their freedom is truly
    fettered by your fanatic beliefs,
    When their identity is ruined
    amidst the war waging inside and outside,
    When they pray for a peaceful death
    with resigned sighs and drooped eyes,
    Will you stop this bloodshed,
    this madness
    which you began for a god
    who wants you to treat everyone,
    Everyone,
    as siblings,
    who told you to secure and defend every lives,
    who wished for love to flourish in this world,
    Will you stop then?

    ©just_another_voice

  • just_another_voice 21w

    Poetry blossoms in the cradle of imagination.
    petals glistening with abounding wisdom,
    exhaling aroma of wordly emotions,
    spreading veins deep into the heart, and
    with a soulful song stuck in its core,
    which will be freed when your lips
    caress its meandering metaphors,
    over and over.

    ©just_another_voice

  • just_another_voice 21w

    The naughty breeze,
    swaying leaves,
    smiling blooms,
    painting your days,
    with pristine hope.

    The thirsty earth,
    stinging sun,
    hungry roots,
    beseeching you,
    for a drop of love.

    The inexorable snow,
    biting wind,
    frozen stream,
    holding your hand,
    to feel some warmth.

    The exuberant nature,
    with its poised manners,
    showcase to you,
    how to thrive,
    in both good and bad times.

    #gogyohka@miraquill#wod@writersnetwork

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    The exuberant nature,
    with its poised manners,
    showcase to you,
    how to thrive,
    in both good and bad times.

    ©just_another_voice

  • just_another_voice 22w

    Nowadays, peace is invisible.

    Maybe it is just an illusion,
    created by a crazy poet,
    who was disturbed by the chaos
    circling around the creation.

    ©just_another_voice

  • just_another_voice 22w

    A pen's journey..

    I was in a box,
    in a dark and stifling one,
    with my brothers,
    surrounded by fresh ink smell(I was allergic to that)
    able to hear so many voices,
    day and night,
    waiting to fulfill my duty,
    waiting to see the light,

    And then he bought me,
    and as he took me away,
    I looked behind, at my brothers,
    once again enclosed in darkness,
    waiting to be freed,
    I was sad for them, but
    I was happy too( )

    My new friend took me to his school,
    to his home, to the library... everywhere,
    I got to give my life blood for fascinating
    formulae, boring essays, cheesy poems,
    and at last something special, a love letter,
    it was sweet and adorable,
    and I giggled through the whole thing
    I hope someone would write a letter for me too,

    He gave her that letter next day,
    she smiled after reading,
    and kissed him,
    omg, I blushed( what? It's possible)
    and there,
    he dropped me on that dry pavement,
    he didn't hear my screams,
    just walked away holding her hands,
    It was horrible, sun was so hot and blinding,
    but moon was beautiful and calm,

    After two more nights, a gruff looking man,
    with broad shoulders took me,
    he used me to write some slogans
    about poverty and oppression
    in his small notepad,
    and I realised that people are struggling to live,
    so I felt better ( misery loves company and all that )
    once again I toured the city,
    with a group of activists,
    hell-bent on establishing equality
    among the rich and poor,
    my life became meaningful,
    I felt like I was also raising my voice against injustice,
    It was a good feeling, and I cherished it,

    Then suddenly, one day, I was falling down
    from my new friend's bag into the road,
    a minute later, I saw him landing near me
    amidst the dust I could see the big ugly
    wound on his forehead,
    he was unmoving and that scared me,
    at that moment, someone crushed me with their boots, I lost consciousness,
    now I am here, among these foul-smelling waste, in this dumpster,
    waiting to be fetched by somebody,
    since my blood is next to nothing,
    It's a futile hope,(but even a pen can dream)

    But what I learned from my tiny life
    is that you can't always expect to be in a pleasant atmosphere,
    life will throw you into unexpected situations,
    some people will use you,
    and most of them will leave you behind,
    but you shouldn't let that pain stop you
    from embracing the new moments gifted to you,
    life is about accepting the past, enjoying the present, and preparing for the future,
    so that, even if you end up in a dumpster,(like me),
    you will have good memories to keep your hope alive.

    ©just_another_voice

  • just_another_voice 22w

    The flags are soiled with blood,
    edges torn and sanctity crushed,
    strewn across the streets
    like useless clothes,
    cries of battered hope
    created a sinfonia of eonian agony,
    remains of colourful origami cranes,
    in hundreds and thousands
    covered in soot exhaled sighs of
    broken wishes and prayers,
    doves with their wings and legs chained,
    hissed at every brush of the breeze,
    children babbled about the guns
    pointed at them excitedly, without
    seeing naked fear in their mother's eyes,
    men with their heads down, wills squelched,
    pondered about the injustice unleashed
    toward them,
    the city walls lined by black clad figures,
    smirking at the hapless victims,
    without a bit of conscience,
    praised their victory, with glee,
    and the world, looked on,
    with a great miscellanea of expressions,
    but no one raised their voice,
    no one said no,
    and I wonder,
    whether the humanity is still alive,
    or are we just machines running
    to an end without any meaning and purpose?

    ©just_another_voice

  • just_another_voice 22w

    It is an unfruitful attempt.��
    #risks#wod@miraquill@writersnetwork

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    You told me it's horrible
    to be repeatedly defeated
    in something you're very passionate about,
    you told me it's painful
    to watch your efforts being washed away
    by the waves of life,
    I saw you quickly wiping
    your eyes to hide the tears,
    so many times,
    but every time I could
    see the anguish weaving
    layers of despair around you,
    but you never said a word about giving up,
    you said,
    'Mom, don't worry. I'm gonna try.
    I'm gonna try so hard that life will have
    no choice, but to give me what I want.
    I'll make you proud, Mom. I'll do it'
    Oh honey, you don't have to do anything
    to make me proud,
    I'm very happy and grateful for having you,
    And even if you never win,
    even if you never reach sky-high,
    even if you never earn enough,
    I'll love you, always,
    It's a risk that I accepted
    when I first heard the good news,
    that you're coming into my world,
    And it's a risk I'll face wholeheartedly
    till I die,

    But, standing here today,
    seeing you on that podium,
    glowing in the warmth of success,
    I realise the depth of your determination,
    the extent to which you struggled to make this happen,
    the physical and emotional hurdles you subdued,
    the way you devoted your time and energy for it,
    and then with utmost humility,
    you just proclaimed that I am behind your victory,
    It takes immense courage to do that,
    and I wonder,
    with the pain you have suffered,
    with the risks you have taken,
    with the challenges you have killed,
    for me, for our love,
    how can I ever measure up to you?

    ©just_another_voice

  • just_another_voice 22w

    Hope Note

    This hopelessness,
    overwhelming hopelessness,
    This pain,
    immense pain,
    This emptiness,
    interminable emptiness,
    you are entangled in this moment,
    is like a night before the dawn.
    They are just part of the process.
    You are here, in this situation, experiencing these emotions for a reason. And you need to believe that the power which shaped you into this excellent human being has a purpose for you and your circumstances. No matter what happens, you shouldn't abandon the hope that there will be a better tomorrow. Maybe that 'tomorrow' will not be next day, next month or next year, but there will be a better tomorrow for sure. Quitting is easy, it's like staying in an airy cage and saying that you are free. But in reality, you are confined by another tighter cage of regrets. Fighting, and never giving up, is like breaking every cages around you with your will. It is a slow procedure, but it's productive and fulfilling.

    ©just_another_voice

  • just_another_voice 22w

    My anxiety sits in a corner,
    with a sneer on its nasty face,
    singing a song of my failures,
    telling me,
    'oh baby, you did the wrong thing,
    how will you move forward?
    oh darling, you didn't appease them,
    they will not accept you, never.'
    this and more, in a loop,
    hoping to push me into the whorl of despair,
    and watch me die with my mind and heart
    tattered and bruised, tired and defeated,
    hoping to silence my inner voice,
    that urges me to dream big,
    that urges me to do more,
    and killing my soul bit by bit every day,
    trying to control my emotions and actions
    with its perverted words and tears,

    but you don't realise, my dear angst,
    that you're just a junkie,
    addicted to my panic and worry,
    you exist because of me,
    you don't have the power to make me do anything,
    but I can end your existence in seconds,
    like every substance user you will die,
    with haunted eyes and hollow smile,
    with delirium and depression,

    so stop your midnight murmurings,
    about how hard the path is,
    how danger awaits at every corner,
    stop stealing my nights,
    stop begriming my peaceful days,
    whispering about how it could go wrong,
    how they will judge me,
    It won't affect me, I won't let it,
    because I know what happens
    when I feed your parasitic presence,
    I will be paralyzed, in fear and confusion,
    and I don't want that, not now, not ever,
    so, be good,
    and quit your attempt in breaking
    my carefully crafted mental strength
    with your puny excuses,
    and remember, if you try
    to poison my thoughts one more time,
    I will kill you without remorse,
    and will bury you in a derelict graveyard,
    to rot forever.

    ©just_another_voice

  • just_another_voice 23w

    Even if they try we will not remain silent. Raise your voice for the voiceless. ��
    #aslongas@writersnetwork@miraquill

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    As long as,
    words,
    music,
    gestures,
    and art,
    breathe,
    As long as,
    minds,
    hearts,
    and souls,
    ignite,
    As long as,
    you,
    me,
    and us,
    survive,

    The voiceless will be heard,
    the doves will fly freely,
    the chaos will fall asleep,
    the faith shall prevail,
    and wounds will be healed.

    ©just_another_voice