unearthly_fool

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  • unearthly_fool 17w

    Cracks

    That was not my home, not my town
    Some shabby metropolis waiting to drown
    Every monsoon
    But mum and dad said
    Stay here with these nice strangers
    Behave, accommodate
    It'll all be over soon
    When you've learnt enough
    To adult with elegance
    So keep up the pretence
    Grind till you make some name
    For poverty is tough
    And you're just a girl
    A not-so-pretty girl
    You'll have the good life, the riches
    Sit tight with that list of your wishes
    Talent and hardwork and sacrifices
    Will lead you to the golden path
    Of success, probably happiness.

    I found my faith in their good intentions
    Held on to my undefined aspirations
    That I'll bloom with grace
    Deluded myself into thinking
    I wasn't another rat in the race
    Till I was walking for miles
    Like a dutiful bird
    Pacing the busy alleys, fighting exhaustion
    With dreams of comfort
    As I cracked eggs on the shabby streets
    Gulfed them down to beat the starvation
    You'd get two for five bucks
    The cosy calories in the little snack
    To get you through the grind
    Insulate you on bleak winters
    All memories I left behind
    Once I discovered I had wings.

    And so I flew away to the wilderness
    Sacrificed my corrupt list of wishes
    To make a nest of sparkling emptiness
    Feelings of dread that I cannot suppress
    As I cut my losses, pay the price
    For honouring my powerlessness
    And giving up on the ride
    Love or money, accolades or tyranny
    Nothing motivates me anymore
    To step out of my bubble
    It's neither happiness, nor trouble
    Only my blank soul rotting away in this filthy rubble.
    ©unearthly_fool

  • unearthly_fool 56w

    Fires dim, hues remain
    Crisp winds greet golden harvest
    Withering with grace.


    ©unearthly_fool

  • unearthly_fool 56w

    #writers #wod

    Sir Philip Sidney's Sonnet 1 from 'Astrophil and Stella' is my inspiration for today's piece (in a broad sense).

    On the surface, this particular sonnet seems like a run-of-the-mill piece on one-sided love, but it low-key talks about writer's block. The narrator is frustrated over not finding the right words to express his feelings to his beloved. He is overwhelmed and weary. He turns to other authors for inspiration, but they are all strangers to him. He is perhaps also scared of being slighted by the high and the mighty for being a poor creator - all familiar feelings for writers who put their heart and soul into their work. You can check out this sonnet here:
    https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45152/astrophil-and-stella-1-loving-in-truth-and-fain-in-verse-my-love-to-show

    But eventually, it is originality that makes every writer stand out. We are all here making sense of everything, and everyone has a unique imprint that is one hundred percent singular to them. I am grateful to everyone who shares what they write. ����

    Thank you for reading! ��

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    Truant Pen

    My exploding heart
    Simultaneously fluttering, soaring, and falling apart
    Seeking release in words
    For feelings and sensations so diverse
    Intangible resources I squandered
    In crafting the perfect synthesis
    To bare my sparkling soul, my infinite mind
    But genius I am not; and I fail to find
    The right alliance of lines and design
    To justify the pleasure and pain of my kind
    But all I do is get lost in haunting rhymes.
    I look up to my peers with starry-eyed wonder
    Indulge in their dazzling embellished metaphors
    Fitting creations for every color and flavor,
    Won't it be futile to add my version uncensored?
    My cunning cryptic stanzas best left undeciphered,
    My wretched frustrations, meaningless blunders.
    And yet, ironically, I crave to write
    Without an ounce of acknowledgement, I ignite
    Squeeze my guts as I hunt for insights
    Like a madman materializing fanciful flights
    I latch on to words like a deceitful parasite.
    But why are these vast pages so empty?
    My self esteem, like my promises, just as flimsy
    Crippled by the fear of my cynical self-enmity
    Victimizing myself with misguided bigotry
    Sinking in hesitations as I wait till eternity
    To write something of consequence, not self-pity.
    Once again, I turn to words for comfort
    Odd familiar musings of strangers on the internet
    Selflessly sharing love through dancing alphabets
    We are all but a dreamy bunch of space cadets!
    Giving shape and form to vague mental silhouettes.
    So my truant pen - write something, will you?
    Get inspired, and stop obsessing over the value!
    Replicate your own uniqueness and breakthroughs
    Talk about the inflexible snake skin you outgrew
    For only you have walked in your own two shoes!
    How long will you internalize these woes?
    There's enough space for every win and fiasco
    Blocks disappear when you have intuition to follow
    Go grasp epiphanies before they fade like the rainbow
    There's purity in documenting your raw ebb and flow
    No judgement here, when we are all blossoming heroes.
    Authenticity is a safe space and everyone is a maestro!

    ©unearthly_fool

  • unearthly_fool 56w

    #impermanence #wod

    Say you invest more than a decade of your life in something that's doomed for failure. Years of blood, sweat and tears amount to nothing. The impermanence of life hits the hardest when you can think of 100 other rosy things you sacrificed only to sit alone on the trash pile of disappointment and lost hopes that'll keep reminding you of an uneventful youth.

    PC Camille Pissarro

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    A Gardener's Tears

    Nurtured seeds
    Eliminated weeds
    Waited an eternity
    For blooms
    But you're a sick fugitive
    With wobbly roots
    Fleeing from healing
    Sponsoring decay
    In cahoots
    With corrupt soil.
    My terminal turmoil.

    ©unearthly_fool

  • unearthly_fool 57w

    #secrets #wod

    A lot of us have this conditioning of appearing at our best selves at all times. We cannot afford to fall from grace and that's deeply toxic. Keeping up appearances suffocates your core, and yet you don't have the strength to reveal the scars you'd rather conceal. You want to cry, but breaking down is a luxury. So you get your stoic face on and cake up in layers of pretend. It's an all-consuming chore and all that you're left with is a tired soul feeling alienated and unseen under the burden of secrets that eat you away.

    I pray everyone has that sacred safe space where they can embrace their truth and unwind without a care in the world.

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    Glass Castle

    Secrets backed by
    One hundred reasons
    Both logical and emotional
    Some guarding pride
    Some a sanctuary to hide
    Another disappointment.
    I'm convinced I'm saving
    The ones I love
    From shackles of torment
    In this glass castle I built
    This foundation of shame and guilt.
    In hypocrisy I gather
    The flowers that wilt
    Put them together
    Paint them bright and nice
    With my champion skills
    To lie and fabricate
    Weave the elaborate web
    To keep up the complex facade.
    Look what I made!
    The most pretentious sham!
    Lost my sanity in this vile trade
    But at least I protected my fam
    Who keep questioning
    In that forever condescending tone
    About why my voice falters
    And why I speak in monotones.
    But there are times I break
    Almost utter the truth
    But indifference saves my grace
    And I'm back to adjusting my face
    With ruthless apathy masked in finesse
    They see you, but never see YOU
    And somehow, that works.
    Go on, mock me
    For there is dread in my pretend
    A lowly grave of deception
    The impending ruin in this burden
    But when your tears dry
    And there's no one to turn to
    When you're scarred by the whip
    And you're the lone navigator
    Of a lost doomed ship
    Drifting in the dark storm
    You put up the imaginary sails
    Pray the wind rolls you home
    Secrets and escapism unite
    In the dream of a shore and a calmer dawn
    Where life is way less derailed
    The sacred you, unburdened by the truth
    Shall shatter this mutilated glass so stained
    And smile and soar again
    Like a free bird, triumphing in innocence.

    ©unearthly_fool

  • unearthly_fool 57w

    Gratitude Heals The Deepest Wounds

    Caged birds, haunted prisoners
    Surrounded by piercing metal bars
    Of insecurities and self-doubt
    Not a day goes without
    Overthinking and sinking
    In a sea of traumas
    Whipping the soul
    Every time it dreams of freedom
    Mocking lofty dreams for committing treason
    Who am I but an entity so hollow
    Worshipping the glitter in this world so shallow
    I speak and I fumble
    Still manipulate to look humble
    My mind deceives me
    With terrifying imagery
    Of my corrupt heart and murky soul
    The loopholes stopping me from feeling whole
    But this is enough now, my dear
    Look how long we've been in this limbo of fear
    Masking scars with sarcasm
    Empty, heartwarming poems
    Won't heal you
    Until you learn to value
    Everything you went through
    That snapped the puppet from its strings
    Made you believe in magical things
    The ecstasy in new beginnings
    Where gratitude melts the rusting iron,
    Sets you free on formidable wings
    Your are your own inspiration
    Of miracles and blessings
    For purity blooms in good intentions
    And aspiring humanity is the one religion
    Bringing colors to creation
    Initiating paradise in paradoxical lands
    From a place of love
    Truth, faith, service
    Altruism
    And unadulterated hope.

    ©unearthly_fool

  • unearthly_fool 57w

    your essence must fade
    in tears I summon heartache
    as I pledge to banish you

    ©unearthly_fool

  • unearthly_fool 57w

    Soiled Roots, Golden Truths

    Reckless, penniless
    Off you go,
    Make a fortune out of your miseries
    The heritage of lost opportunities
    Won't stop you now.
    Mama's endless tears, daddy's hurt pride,
    They were but two kids
    Aching for acceptance in this turbulent ride.
    Not one for glossing over the truth
    But the truth is I see your pain
    I see how terror invaded reason
    A few salvaged stolen smiles are all that remain
    After sowing seeds of intolerance,
    Nurturing them with disdain
    Fear fertilizers, scorching rays of pretend
    Trees of self-doubt sprouting in filth
    Bitter fruits growing from flowers that wilt
    Pulsating with poison, hiding in guilt.

    'Don't make the same mistakes I did'
    The melancholic tree directs the fruit -
    'Go flourish into something sweeter.'
    But the fruit seeks validation in its roots
    Purity and innocence despite the disputes
    A sense of purpose in mundane pursuits
    A glimmer of hope to call a truce.
    The fruit would love to decay
    Rebel and wither away
    And still smirk to call it redemption.
    So the tree gracefully bends in wisdom
    Soaked in altruistic love,
    Reveals pathways to multiple destinations.
    'Tread along, be fearless, claim your narrative
    Shaky beginnings don't have to be bad endings.
    This heritage lies in your authenticity
    The past makes you immune to instability
    The strength in your core your true security
    So dear child, do honor our struggles with dignity
    Our battered souls will always gleam
    As the selfless part of everything you do
    As you turn these nightmares into pastel dreams.
    So go cleanse your rare untainted self,
    It's metamorphosis, not compromise
    Rise above these haunting feelings,
    For bitter fruits aren't poison,
    But genesis of healing.'

    ©unearthly_fool

  • unearthly_fool 57w

    #imagery #wod

    SENSITIVE CONTENT WARNING. This can be deeply unsettling/disturbing for readers sensitive to disease imagery.

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    Haunted Healing

    Massive structures, sirens and shiny floors
    Chaos of disease past these bustling doors
    The omnipresent artificial fragrance
    Of triggering antiseptics and disinfectants
    Masking the stench of decay
    Putrid bodily fluids and fecal waste
    Hidden in chambers across hallways
    Get too close and you'll lose all defenses
    The pungent infection invading your senses
    The wicked smell of cells so cancerous,
    Chemo urine wrecking havoc so treacherous.
    Gag at the foul trickery of digested blood
    Failing organs the olfactory reminder of death
    From fervent prayers to losing faith,
    Everything reeks of fear and desolation.
    But take a turn and you'll find life again
    Newborns bringing in hope like spring
    The smiles outside the operation theaters
    Smells like relief of walking away from disasters.
    From black tarry stools to scented diapers
    Sniffing all shades of mortals in this tense atmosphere
    Unnerving, overwhelming, the transitory creation
    Fighting till we drop for a whiff of oxygen.
    The brave ones push through the maddening odors
    No sensory excuses for these uniformed warriors.
    Numbing emotions like a stoic and always hustling,
    For they are the ones burdened to be the saviors,
    In this world so stinking and the humanity dying,
    What are the real horrors that haunt the healers?

    ©unearthly_fool

  • unearthly_fool 57w

    #life #wod

    What if someone comes and tells you that your life holds no promise at all? That you'll always be stuck in mediocrity and you're bound to suffer forever no matter what you do. You'll earn but only this much, you'll settle in the name of love, and there would never be any worthy acknowledgement for anything that you do.

    When we get older, dreams seem more and more absurd, and accepting mediocrity becomes the practical choice.

    This poem is dedicated to everyone who's still trying against all odds. There's nothing disgraceful about being stuck in a bad place as long as you don't let yourself rot. If sweet lotus can get its act together, you can too! Whatever revives you is sacred!

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    Reviving The Silenced

    Life throws you in a disgraceful swamp
    Promises you nothing,
    Submerges you in layers of mud
    Yet wants you to bloom without backing
    Everyone around you is nestled and nurtured
    Sheltered by solid base and robust structures
    And here you are, neglected and unseen
    Feeling like trash in your world so unclean.
    You are never going to be smart or pretty
    Why not let the dirt consume you?
    It's not self-sabotage,
    But submission and surrender
    Why carry on when you're bound to doom?
    No opportunities knocking at your door,
    Fancy dreams don't suit the fallen and the poor.
    Look at you, born with no tangible talent,
    How long will you call this sham 'material detachment'?
    You're either too naive to acknowledge your squalor
    Or shameless enough to live on in the murky water.

    But you don't give up, oh you never did!
    You are placed here for a reason
    And you keep punching the thick stubborn walls
    To break out of your symbolic dormant prison.
    The barriers of stagnancy, death and decay,
    Will bow down as you emerge in perfect symmetry,
    Unfolding new beginnings under the light of truth
    Staying grounded in the authenticity of your roots.
    Your will to live, survive and thrive in unsullied dignity
    The enlightening aura in your hard-earned wisdom
    It's baffling how you manage to sparkle in divine purity
    Rare miracle of life in your renewal and resurrection!
    The weak ones give up when they get stuck,
    But true warriors find sanctuary in the muck,
    Rise up in glory after centuries of retreat
    The unwavering faith to not accept defeat,
    The spirit of the lotus powering your veins unstained,
    So pick yourself up and write your grand eternal legend!

    ©unearthly_fool