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pingu_pennameofmine
137w
Read MorePerception differs,
Judgment varies,
Some calls you evil,
And some sees you as warrior;
But all that matters the most is
what your thoughts says about you to you;
For thy become thy worst enemy
when thy own voice feeds poison to thyself..
© Pingu_pennameofmine
There's nothing more beautiful and brutal as healing...
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pingu_pennameofmine
137w
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Mondays were no more painted in monochrome
As well as Fridays were not as vibrant as approaching holidays;
But there is this,
A constant ticking flips of anxiety
Like the acidic sharpness of coffee
splashing inside an empty stomach chamber,
Hitting sanity with insanity,
Daunting dizziness of nausea,
Paralysing limbs,
Overwhelmed senses,
Gripping the spirits of my authenticity
Sweating palms, shaking legs
And screaming heart;
Stop,
I screamed
With no voices;
No, it said, a bit louder everytime I
close my eyes to bring my foggy
consciousness to sobriety
But every endeavours of mine were
mocked and scorned
A little bit louder everytime I held
my breath a little bit harder,
So i decided to let it go..
©pingu_pennameofmine
This is how anxiety feels like...
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Ego never sleeps where pride stood
©pingu_pennameofmine -
Voyage towards solitude
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pingu_pennameofmine
138w
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He's something like a downpour
On a hot sunny day
Warm yet cold
Wet yet dried
For he is an unwanted circumstance that turns into an addiction
He was pushed by my vanity
Thus, his vanity made me more attracted to him by the magnet of his charm,
A charming pride fed prince,
The kind of pride that overshadows the ugly ego hidden beneath.
The exact opposite shades of nightfall to sunrise,
He befalls as shadows of darkness upon my moonless soul
But what made me fall knee-deep on his desert?
Not isolated from him
Nor did closely entwined either...
He just exists as shadows of the crest that befalls on my sundial
Depicting daylights.
Ephemeral but a constant metamorphosis.
How on earth I was pulled back to indulge into something that I never guessed being obsessed for?
It was a matter of dislike
An avoidance disguised hatred
But there isn't any gust of wind in his breath that heralds the arrival of hurricanes of hope.
They are just still eye-catchers that trap my heart...
Yet I can't get myself locked in his prison.
Guilt perhaps frees me whenever I tried to embrace the depth of his perfidious eyes without shame.
Though, he's not all truth,
Trust him not by heart,
The brain said.
Let me feel his breath, just his breath for a second,
The heart exclaimed...
What can I say...
Listen to the heart with the terms and conditions of the brain?
By the time I m reading this after a lustrum,
He will only exist in my memory just as the dust of the stardust that dims his memory as time goes...
©pingu_pennameofmine
A Fictional Reality...
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I wrote this nine months ago.
Since then, I haven't been writing much and afraid I might lose the touch.
So, if you guys identify any grammatical errors, please do mention them in the comment below.
I will be glad to correct them.
Thank you...
@writersnetwork @mirakee #love #friendship #life #poetry #thoughts.
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pingu_pennameofmine
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pingu_pennameofmine
150w
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The sun still rises
No matter how dark the night gets,
she doesn't care
With no second thought,
With the will of a relentless lion
Whose roar up turns the entire foliage to
drown in chaos ,
She will rise;
To spread her wildfire across the
horizon of heaven,
Overshadowing the defeated darkness
beneath the veils of her valour..
©Pingu_pennameofmine
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pingu_pennameofmine
152w
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There are souls within us,
Not ours but of those whom we love;
Though physically we are far
from each other,
The heart always hears the words
of the other soul,
I hope you could hear me.. -
pingu_pennameofmine
158w
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It's been a long battle,
But not entirely sure with
whom I'm battling;
The dusty wind of forlorn dusk
reminds me that
I'm battling alone,
with myself
and not with anyone else;
How you can say so?, i asked.
And it says,
"It's because
you are neither being a rose to fit in a
garden of daintiness nor a wildflower who
belongs to the garth of wildness;
You are just a dandelion,
with unscented gossamers and
with no beauty nor grace but surrenders
readily to the
essence of nature as time flies ... "
©pingu_pennameofmine
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POET SERIES 5
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On the rainy day,
The poet rotates his magical wand
He touches the raindrops
Poetry falls down from his hands
©monikakapur -
What would be the unforgettable moments at the end of this year?
Yes..There might be a lot many but i would like to spell out a few of them and i’m sure about something here.
These moments would be definitely about love and you only.
Do you want to know what they are?
Your looks and my silence.
Your expression and my obsession.
Your smile and my feel.
Your stare and my scare.
Your tears and my pain.
Your heart and my love.
Unfortunately these moments would stay unforgettable till the end of my life also.
Why is it unfortunate then?
It is because these moments are not destined to reappear in my life again.
You want to know something more interesting?
See..You gave these beautiful moments but you can’t take them from my life at any point of time in this birth.
That is why they say..True love is still alive somewhere in the world out there. Isn’t it?
©deepak_pt -
psychosammyr
137w
Read MoreSometimes we don't really understand where our path takes us. It's the bridge that can take us to either the hell to be burned forever or forever burning us, or it may let us walk into the paradise, serving us peace and happiness on a gold platter.
Pulsirat - the bridge to either heaven or hell.
But is light a sham or real? Is darkness sinister or pure? Who knows? We just have to walk into it with a faith that will be undeterred, unperturbed and without wavering away. That faith and hope for something better will take one through the hardships to that destination one fights for to reach.
All is needed is a little Ray of hope with a faith which is ironclad. Only then one enters through any pathway, through the walk of life and then finds their own way to that place where one wants to reach.
All it takes is patience, tenacity, perseverance, hope with strong faith.
#281219 #hope #faith #pulsirat #imagecredit #collected #mixedthoughts #unsorted.
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odysseus
137w
Read MoreLimerick poem
The Mismatched Shoes
There was a race Tom didn't want to lose
He stole an expensive pair of sports shoes
But he almost broke his crown
as he ran fast and fell down
The right shoe was good, the left, a bit loose!
Tom rose and ran again but lost his place
Joe, who owned the shoes, was watching the race
Mismatched, and not fit for use,
he had dumped his brand new shoes
And hard he laughed as he looked at Tom's face!
Image credit : Rightful owner
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#limerick #life©odysseus
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I lost my mind.
I lost my thoughts.
I lost my way.
I lost my heart.
Yes..I’m ready to accept that i lost everything in life but not love.
You want to know why?
Because i lost every one of these to you only.
Isn’t that something interesting?
You know what?
I think..That is what true love is.
I lost my mind on the day i felt an unbreakable vibe between us.
I lost my thoughts on the day i absorbed your beautiful smile.
I lost my way on the day you took hold of my lonely soul.
I lost my heart on the day i fell in love with your everlasting charm.
Did you notice something here?
Even if i lost everything, I found you.
So what does all of this mean?
Even if i go blind, I will drag myself to the land of lost love because that is where i can find you.
And that is where my heart will go blind for the last time in this birth..
©deepak_pt -
sharmishtavarma
137w
The real talent is when
you can portray your
imperfections perfectly
-Sharmishta -
infectiouswordspoetry
137w
Read MoreYou hold it
And you realise
That all night ,
You're starved to get.
For a moment at least
You feel positivity
Of truth and honestly
your brain subdue,
The crime you were to commit.
A gallons of mistakes,
vanishes under the layer of goodness
That you felt, had never occurred.
It's like a perpetual game of good & bad days
Wherein it embraces all your disgustful times
And showers you an acquaintance called dreams
That stay with you for times ever after.
In any case of love deprive
When your poetries turn yellow
It takes you into a deep slumber
Where only hope is there,
That gives you strength
to deal with emotional upthrust
It holds you aback in addiction,
of committing no more sinful love
It teaches a life lesson,
That deal with hopes & smiles
for it knows it's a phase,
it will passby
People call it happiness
Which meant you to stay alive.
©anandarupa_chakrabarti
@writersnetwork @mirakeeGood things never vanish,
Finds your home,
In which a small part
Belongs to happiness.
©anandarupa_chakrabarti -
sharmishtavarma
137w
Bury the sadness in your backyard.
Let happiness take over your garden
-Sharmishta -
zazacelestial
137w
Read MoreTill Bone's
Till the Bone's
Of you
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I'll remain
Faithful
And True
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Walking through
Hell
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Or Dancing on
The moon
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My soul will
Be loving You
©zsa_zsa_celestial_
Fleur Mercier DonVari©Till Bone's
My soul will
Be loving You
©zsa_zsa_celestial_
Fleur Mercier DonVari©
