sundarcvc

Your Love Makes Me Strong Your Hate Makes Me Unstoppable

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  • sundarcvc 5d

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    P.S - The last 2 lines are from my friend !!

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    YOU

    You!!
    Hey You!! Yeah You!!
    Stop!!
    The one you're Bullying And Torturing,
    Is My Friend,
    Yeah,you hardly know me as a person,
    But together I believe we can stop,
    From committing this treason.
    I don't know your challenges,
    But I do know you're strong enough,
    To crush them and earn your victory badges.
    If you fall flat,don't you worry,
    Cause I've got your back through all stages.
    So stop bullying and Torturing yourself,
    Cause the one you're doing it to,
    Is my very good friend.

    ©sundarcvc

  • sundarcvc 2w

    MUDDY

    With my one leg and my compass pointing north towards and into the turbulent waters of the unknown and the other in the sticky muddy shore saying to postpone.
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    FLING

    A casual fling,an adventurous feeling and an urge to cling,regardless of it's painful sting but one slight ping,sends the hormones fluttering as your heart sings and goes on to take another swing.
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  • sundarcvc 2w

    LUST

    Love!! Hmmmm!! Interesting!!
    Definitely not the one that is glamorized,
    In the romance novel's page,
    Or not even the one's that are captured,
    In the 70mm screen image,
    All it is that it's a bio chemical change,
    For someone attractive within our range.
    No,not at all trying to be a noble sage.
    All I am saying is,
    Lust is the passage to love,
    By lust I don't mean the process,
    That makes her squeal,
    But anything that has it's appeal.
    That interesting and invigorating feel,
    Turning into guilt,
    If not approached to unravel what's concealed.
    Dreaming of that person as our ideal,
    Taking a step towards that person with zeal,
    And to know if they truly are a real deal.
    But it's their character that seals the deal.
    Yes,I said Lust,
    But that very lust told me
    Approaching that person is a must.
    And in the process of knowing that one,
    I knew she's the one.
    For it was not for lust,
    Would have kept waiting for miss perfect,
    Untill I formed rust.
    ©sundarcvc

  • sundarcvc 3w

    SILENCE

    Something more powerful than all words combined.
    Something more painful than all the battle scars.
    Something that says so much even when nothing is said.
    Favorite food fed to the imagination which devours one alive.

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  • sundarcvc 3w

    WANDERER

    Someone who's will to get lost,
    Is more than to freeze in fears frost.
    Moving forward at all cost,
    Going back is not even a last resort.
    Doesn't matter if the stay is a hut or resort,
    Always manages to build a good Rapport,
    Delving deep into the human expressions,
    With it's locals support.
    Experiencing their days and nights,
    Sometimes shedding light,
    To our darkness within with useful insights.
    Paving way for others into the uncharted,
    Which is more bright and more sorted.
    Proving humanity is still not thwarted.

    ©sundarcvc

  • sundarcvc 3w

    UNNOTICED

    I was busy watering our blooming relationship within,unnoticed that out of habit I've been watering the wounds instead left by the thorns of your betrayal,where now weeds of expectations took a deep root.

    In the midst of solving their problems,we act unnoticed of ours.So when the time comes to face ours,they act unnoticed and point towards the stars.

    I was busy looking for the perfect solution,unnoticed of the fact that she only wants me to listen and in the end kiss her on the forehead and cuddle.

    Violently fighting my thoughts,unnoticed, that's what's making it worse and causing stress of all sorts.

    I blamed others for not being loving enough,unnoticed that I was spreading hate in search of love.
    ©sundarcvc

  • sundarcvc 3w

    TWO THINGS

    Two things are eating my soul,
    The ideas that are being sold,
    And trying to fit in every shiny mould.
    What if we try to be bold?
    Will be viewed as an outcast low and behold,
    Listen to others for they are more wise,
    Again and Again grilled in and told,
    Only to realize there is no fit all one size.
    And yet,we all want to get that ultimate prize.
    The prize of struggle free life.
    Within which all these ideas,
    Neatly packed,
    And inside our head they are cleverly,
    Discreetly stacked.
    So when the time comes to act,
    We have unknowingly,
    Already signed a pact.
    All these shiny mould of life changing hacks,
    Are just a large scale experiment,
    To see how we conduct and react,
    The result,results in the creation,
    Of the other shiny fascinations,
    Carrying on in the name of the nation,
    Their intellectual assassinations.
    Keeping us running is there vocation.
    For if we don't proceed with caution,
    They'll make us run till exhaustion.
    For if you stop to take a breath,
    You're immediately said you lack passion.
    For passion is the current market fashion,
    The market for human emotion,
    Selling them life's shiny promotion,
    Hiding behind it is all the dark motivation.
    Can't blame them totally,
    As they are all our very own creation.
    ©sundarcvc

  • sundarcvc 3w

    FLOAT

    Assumptions and opinions thrown around,
    In a continous spree,
    The ideas and beliefs which always,
    Never ever comes for free.
    But without a doubt we take a bite,
    Of the wretched fruits from the society's tree.
    Under it's shade we feel safe,
    Expecting to take a refuge,
    Funnily yet obviously we are totally refused.
    As a society aren't we together and fused?
    But their sarcastic smile said it all,
    It was I who had it totally confused.
    Floating in my own dream land of Utopia,
    Untill I fell hard in the land of dystopia.
    Each having their own trees,
    And their own fruits to eat.
    Shades are safe and fruits delicious,
    At the expense of their thoughts and beliefs,
    We are doomed to repeat.
    Planting your own tree in the society's soil,
    Will be nothing less than a humungous toil.
    For taking a stand makes their blood boil,
    The scorching heat from the community,
    Sometimes a sharp thrust into our dignity,
    But even freedom is not free,
    Gotta float in the perineal river,
    Of society's anger and envy.
    Until our seed becomes a tree in the river banks,
    And we can finally enjoy the fruits of serinity,
    Sharing it with others,but unlike others,
    We share it through with responsibility.
    ©sundarcvc

  • sundarcvc 4w

    ASHES

    Passion for you fires up and burns me alive,
    Rising from the ashes for together we thrive.
    Highest divinity from Lowest Conciousness,
    Taking me in as a whole that bonds our soul.


    ©sundarcvc