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  • theuglyink 15w

    A Lucid Day

    Somewhere on Highlands Boulevard
    We brewed a subtle conversation
    Of how good or bad people are. You always remember
    Some of my bad poems and
    Urge me to write many more. Then I’d laugh it off
    Somewhere between thinking of
    Yet another bad one,
    At least that is what I thought of my squeezed letters
    On myriad fragmented lines.

    I said people were inherently good,
    You said otherwise.
    I thought being in the neuroscience stream
    allowed you think such
    And maybe your point mirrors our present world.
    Still, I thought people’s environment moulded them
    And, are to some extent, forced to become bad.
    I thought good was the original version of people,
    That it was where they felt their best self and felt more human.
    And we carried this conversation
    Along with your dark green shopping bag,
    While we crossed streets, swiped our bank cards, stood patiently by the bus
    We slowly became adults exchanging our inner thoughts
    We are nineteen on the edge of becoming real ourselves
    And that may be just why you thought this day was more lucid
    As the skies were surreal
    Like our conversation on Highland Boulevard.


    -theuglyink

  • theuglyink 22w

    Schadenfreude

    There will always be
    Better sunsets
    And rain in
    Our
    Lives.

    But atimes you'll wish sunsets have certain hues and hit certain
    Strings in your heart. Maybe one for excruciating sadness
    On days you feel awful or even one to feel soulless
    So you can long for what you think you can't
    Feel all because you believe you need
    More and more feels right.


    -theuglyink

  • theuglyink 22w

    For a friend.

    #gogyohka

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    The sizzling

    Method of the

    Sun looms her

    Sight in redness

    And fatigue—mercilessly.


    -theuglyink

  • theuglyink 22w

    You see that woman
    Sitting with her cup
    Of coffee dressed in
    Paper bag brown and
    Perusing a section in a
    Newspaper leaflet
    She is neither old
    Nor young, she enjoys
    Company of politics
    As she gulps bitter truth
    She sometimes turns
    To the barista to request
    A sachet of sugar and a pint
    Of milk, but they all mask
    The reality outside the cafe
    She now saves the glances
    And forcefully drinks
    To her surprise the last
    Gulp of coffee has her
    Looking down at the floor
    Of the cup and coffee stains
    Now she only knows that
    They are all witnesses
    To this bitter truth.


    -theuglyink

  • theuglyink 23w

    As long as you keep
    Tugging at imaginations
    And more
    You keep your ink alive


    -theuglyink

  • theuglyink 23w

    The Wildfires

    She was caged
    Unaware of our dispositions
    And masked by viscous ash
    Nowhere to be found

    She vanished
    Leaving mourning yellow stains
    Creating golden showers here and there
    And the day fell silent
    Of the azure above

    No different from darkness
    And masked with gold
    I could feel a weeping phenomenon
    Behind my transparent curtains

    I could only pray for
    Our grounds to revitalize—
    Seedlings and oxygen fiddling
    With our atmosphere--
    So, soon, the distressed skies
    Will ride with the sun,
    Stars and moon.
    Complete.




    -theuglyink

  • theuglyink 24w

    Tell me why
    I always have to
    Look so intensely
    At the sun
    And then towards you
    To unearth your cold words.



    -theuglyink

  • theuglyink 25w

    The travelling dress

    And just like the traveling rear-part
    Of my year-old long party dress
    I figured that you don't always know
    Where along the way
    Your problems manifest;

    They crawl and hide to not be seen,
    You may make a quick self check
    Along some stairway

    Where you lift your dress
    And your garment--your careful choices
    Which may now all be in your own hands

    You may feel a faint pull
    Of one piece you failed to lift
    Since you were rest assured
    That everything from behind
    Will pave uniformly like
    The others at the front

    The rear pieces
    May pave righteously
    Until you dismount

    And;
    With all unfoldings comes a staunch realization.



    -theuglyink

  • theuglyink 25w

    Sound asleep

    The pillows underneath my despair
    Tightly squeezed my ears
    I only heard the breeze inside the stars
    Dripping cold twinkles
    Then the queen-duvet far away from my despair
    Whispered a spell to the stars,
    Whispers so faint to my ears
    My pillow grew closer till it completely
    Shut my ear openings
    Stars glowingly surrounded my eyes
    And towards a dark alley
    My eyes quickly collapsed.




    -theuglyink

  • theuglyink 25w

    Paper dishes secrecy
    Inside its fatal sharp edges
    Ink sails unannounced,
    bridges trays and aromatic discomfort
    The belly groans and tastes
    It either splatters more aromatic discomfort
    Or places a decorative full spot.



    -theuglyink