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.
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 soullessSo you can long for what you think you can't Feel all because you believe you need More and more feels right.-theuglyink
For a friend.#gogyohka
The sizzling Method of theSun looms herSight in rednessAnd fatigue—mercilessly. -theuglyink
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You see that woman Sitting with her cupOf coffee dressed in Paper bag brown andPerusing a section in aNewspaper leafletShe is neither oldNor young, she enjoysCompany of politicsAs she gulps bitter truthShe sometimes turns To the barista to requestA sachet of sugar and a pintOf milk, but they all mask The reality outside the cafeShe now saves the glances And forcefully drinks To her surprise the lastGulp of coffee has herLooking down at the floorOf the cup and coffee stainsNow she only knows thatThey are all witnesses To this bitter truth.-theuglyink
As long as you keep Tugging at imaginations And more You keep your ink alive -theuglyink
She was caged
Unaware of our dispositions
And masked by viscous ashNowhere to be found
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 skiesWill ride with the sun, Stars and moon.Complete.
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Tell me why I always have to Look so intensely At the sunAnd then towards you To unearth your cold words. -theuglyink
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The travelling dress
And just like the traveling rear-partOf 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 dressAnd your garment--your careful choicesWhich may now all be in your own handsYou may feel a faint pull Of one piece you failed to lift Since you were rest assured That everything from behind Will pave uniformly likeThe others at the frontThe rear pieces May pave righteouslyUntil you dismountAnd;With all unfoldings comes a staunch realization. -theuglyink
The pillows underneath my despair Tightly squeezed my earsI 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 earsMy pillow grew closer till it completely Shut my ear openingsStars glowingly surrounded my eyes And towards a dark alley My eyes quickly collapsed. -theuglyink
Paper dishes secrecy Inside its fatal sharp edgesInk sails unannounced,bridges trays and aromatic discomfortThe belly groans and tastes It either splatters more aromatic discomfortOr places a decorative full spot. -theuglyink
Like the rainAnd the landWhenever we meet The flowers grow outAnd the nature's dance like a mad©ink__and_fable
#recipe #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersnetwarkThank you so so much @writersnetwork for the like and repost...2 days in running..Thanks for making the day glorious...and all you lovely people for the like and repost.
R- Rinse all emotions in sparkling water of hope,E- emulsify faith and doubt to make a new sauceC- chop juliennes of metaphors, similies and alliterations thenI- immerse them in the sauce with aesthetics overnight,P- pan fry the mixture till the pain softens and anE- exquisite new poem gets created to be served with a pure heart.©antarraal
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The last letter: A war cry
Flower meadows have painted themselves in dead colours of barren,greenery is mourning in gray atrates.Crimson blood has evaporated and condensed into pitiful clouds that are crying the post cataclysmic poisonous rain.Sun refuses to show upto this world that is stripped offfrom its humanity and kindness.The blue sky is wearing thecloak of dirty haze, so vague.And the last letter is wilting and dying,breathing this toxic air thatthe morosis war left behind.©adamantquill
(Ps_ thespian(n)- refers to an actor)
A weary thespian
Can you erase yourself from me ?I can't sleep in nights with the left aroma of your elflocks.Let me free from your musings ; now I'm tired of acting like a poet.~bidya
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I believe that; I have been carrying parts of youcause even before we metI could feel you in my heartbeats. ©Asma Khan
The last leafClinging to the lean treePromised to returnWhen autumn will bid adieuWhen spring will hold the key©monikakapur
#gogyohka #wod #podThanku So much @writersnetwork for reposting❤️
Chirping birdsRising sunA new hopeFor the discouraged heart,For the stray mind©alveeranaaz
#gogyohka #wod #pod@miraquill @writersnetwork @shrutitripathi @_the_disguised_scribbler_And love love //Just a try =_=
I taste the poisonYou give meAt least the intoxicationFinally helps me To escape. _Fatty.
Surrounded by hazy fog of confusion,I would rather be the light in your darkness like the stars in the night. ~your light.©shadowofthoughts_
Nightthoughts #wod #goghoyka (maybe) @writersnetwork @miraquill #letitgoc
Let it go ~the parchedpromises of painfulpast plucks peacefrom paramour'splast©_astitva_