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Under duress
Some souls dissolve
Just like a lollipop under a child’s liking tongue.
The once pliability to decode life’s nuances
Becomes solid, sour
Hidden meanings remain untold
Stay dark.
Of light is made the soul who can rise above the sorrow
Trials, tribulations and many losesses
Shape the noble into kindness, generosity and beauty
Guided by the ability to forgive,
Those who try, can find
The meaning, the light , the fragility and malleability of our many qualities
To dream, to dare
It’s not for the weak.
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I, a poem
You, a poem
Together we write the living eulogy of what’s left
We believe in caring for each other
The eulogy of living dreams
Dreamt and lived
Alongside our disappointment , our broken hearts.
This is a simple statement
That we owe to each other,
We outta say it out loud
Those who are not yet completely dead
Inside
Totally killed by outside indifference
Negligence
Not negligent to each other
We can still, yell it , subscribe to it
Write our names here:I, believe in!
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A long night
Insomniac thoughts
And some distance from the world.
I walk this threaded line
In solitude but with detachment .
The ‘me’ I know learnt such ways,
That dreams and days are the nights of the soul
That souls are rested in death.
Constituted by moments of true insight
Nights are the moments of deep reflection,
Gaps are not filled by noise,
The calm air that surrounds our void
Unperturbed by the usual human clutter
Finding refuge in knowing, feeling, being
Truly!
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A profession of deceit
That’s what we sign up for
The thick air of fake promises
Washes away our humanity
And we chase and we chase
In the hope to never find
Chimeras of our own fabrications becomes the only tangible flesh we hold on to for a while
Because we forgot to be decent
To be humane
To care for the substance of our own soul
For others who we blindly ran into
Into their tears, their despair
We read nothing of ourselves
We continue to hunt and hunt
Blind little creatures
Hiding in corners, yelling out our fears
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I don’t know how to describe magic to the un-prepared interlocutors.
That moment you least expect but you prepared for years
Surprising for sure!
Yet, aligned with the right moment
When you, willing, well equipped
Embrace what’s out of your control.
Forever miraculous and with no explanation
With low likelihood of ever happening,
Magic is an irreplaceable instance
When you, accepting and peaceful
Learnt how to savour your human expansion
Enhanced by embracing
Significant and powerful .
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How many times a “ good bye” will echo?
As long as memory is intact
A possible answer!
Because those who fade aren’t really
Gone
Less visible, yes!
But alive and vivid for the days we spent
For the memories we formed
Letting go it’s an illusion!
They are warm, and sweet to our remembering
As they were to our lives.
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I hang like a question mark
To the eternal questions only time can answer.
Pure reflection never got us any closer
To dilemmas that never fall asleep at night
Closed eyes, searching souls,
We busy ourselves in space
Inside,
Restless insomniac of our own existence
Pitied with inability and sorrow
We shiver like the words of an untalented poet
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The more of myself I commission to the world
The least happy I get.
My getting deep into the layers of who I am
Not easy,
Not simple,
But is mission I signed up for.
Time, people, they become subsidies
Not because ‘me’ is so worth knowing
But I’m curious about the process of discovering
Hieroglyphics of my lonely heart
If remained untranslated, I’d be a stranger to my own language
So I verbalise, I use signs, visuals
I create maps so if ‘ me’ remains a stranger to others,
Lost in misinterpretations
At least I know ‘me’
I stand alone but I’m not a stranger
My remains are my own
They feel close and familiar.
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Sadness doesn’t have a name
Nor yours, nor mine
It lurks in the shadows
And it sings a lullaby
A song that doesn’t sleep.
We are not young, we are apart
We have little to rejoice over
Because the sadness
Engraved on our minds
The memory of our short existence
Inexplicable and ...
Doom
Homeless
Hungry
Consuming our every step
Lost for meaning
Aimless and pointless
A perfect mirror for our existence.
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In my heart,
The dead are not dead
The living haven’t stopped hunting me either.
Their expectations
Still hurting
Demands, written, expressed
Or silent.
They hang more painfully then the worst hangover
Between the lines or
Phrased,
As a final verdict.
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The line they drew for me
I crossed it so many times
I lost the path!
The compass to the main road.
The direction, the intention to ever go back
Adrift, the imprints of my steps
Have invented a new way of walking
Not sleep walking.
But a way in which I feel more
See more
Hurt more.
Alone, but alive.
Sad but not broken
But not blind.
Not pretending either.
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The unconscious flicks its light on us
From time to time, we glimpse
A smell that turns into a memory
A vision of who we were
Perhaps another ‘me’ that never became
We turn around and it’s gone.
Elusive , hieroglyphical , surfaced for a moment
Returns to be the mystery that guides us from the shadow.
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Anatomically lost,
Each piece of the whole
Carries the inner sorry of belonging.
Of once having been
In a place
A space.
Though gone today
Its existence,
Identity, remains.
Because each piece of
Each whole
It’s in itself the whole story
Anyway.