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  • _transient 1d

    Let's call it integrity.

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    Ulterior

    Behold the thought
    that neverminds an eye roll.
    Unlike dreams it never asks of you
    an illicit desperation
    or a snap back with a drum roll.

    It just sits cross-legged
    giving base to blatant standpoints
    when the questions fail to ask
    revenant misfortunes
    why they hold you a mirror.

    Mindlessly self-effacing
    this relaxed portrayal
    of a columnist who creates a section
    and fills it in ink
    of neutral tone.

    ©_transient

  • _transient 2w

    Halftone

    When I looked in the eyes of a night, it glared back at me. For a moment I was dazzled too. Thinking is inevitable even to benumbed devices, so I make no attempts to premeditate about my choices.

    There's an unclaimed silence. Even the dead are asleep. I blink two times for every single breath. A nightbird hoots at a distance to break this chain of stillness but who wants to unleash their fears and face the noise.

    You hold my hands and ask if I fear all the darkness and I don't know because much of it feels my own. I know I can light up with an elusive smile that would survive for a while. Instead, I blink once this time and you assume diffidence.

    I relish this moment where nothing connects yet a picture is complete. It's like a halftone.

    ©_transient

  • _transient 2w

    @miraquill - Thanks for EC ��

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    Cause troubles had no gateway
    Cause sense had no takers
    Cause colors had no light on its own
    We abandoned the makers

    If it all comes down to individuals
    why the coexistence paradigms.
    Where do we spill
    And what do we gather

    I have questions
    and I don't look forward to answers
    that are citations
    of just the benchmarks.

    Telling the truth alone
    is not acceptable anymore
    for it can't be substantiated
    with our dual visions.

    ©_transient

  • _transient 2w

    Glossed

    Fluorescent sheets
    Dabbed icy smiles
    Chaffered verse
    Black or white
    Skin and water

    Water you say is colourless
    Skin, just a shade.
    Irrelevant!
    The story confounded
    in loud fonts.

    Yet again,
    Chasing tipsy flies,
    Perching on overdone bars,
    Counting syllables,
    Serenading sweet lies.

    ©_transient

  • _transient 3w

    #travel

    @writersnetwork - Thanks for the repost��

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    Under the mask of pseudonyms,
    I once was a derivative traveler
    who had been to lands abound
    yet failed to see the worth
    of a true ground.

    Colors blocked my vision
    with an obtuse viewpoint.
    Oceans that I crossed,
    salt that my skin soaked
    made me bloated with opinions.

    I still am
    a rehash of my own binary
    looking for solidarity
    while traveling
    by my unprejudiced self.

    It is tricky
    as the light's a bit too reflective
    for my briskly polished shoes
    and the glass I look through
    sometimes lacks a prelude.

    ©_transient

  • _transient 3w

    और भी ग़म हैं ज़माने में मोहब्बत के सिवा
    राहतें और भी हैं वस्ल की राहत के सिवा

    ~ Faiz Ahmed Faiz

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    An offset of love

    Shades of black lying low in red
    Ivory tears in her vastly azure gaze
    Night was the proof of white
    Seven was the split of time

    She talked of silver bling in her rusted nose pin
    and of the muddy eyes that couldn't shine.
    Dreams colored her thoughts midst dull sunrises
    when dawn was typical of golden beginnings.

    She was driven by resonant faith in turmoils
    over a faded reality of bartered affection
    where love was calibrated metaphors
    of desires, bookmarked as poems.

    She was an offset of love.

    ©_transient

  • _transient 5w

    @miraquill - Thanks for EC ��

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    And if one day
    you decide to choose oblivion,
    they'd declare you fast asleep.
    Who knows,
    you'd be dreaming
    with eyes wide open,
    chasing catastrophes
    or relishing a holocaust.

    Your alter ego won't refute
    and life won't be an act
    of redemption.
    You would not be timed
    and your footprints unmarked.
    No questions or answers
    will be around
    because of the lack of gravity.

    Maybe, that's what it's about,
    escaping the escapes.
    Calling dibs on your soul
    before you lose it
    to diseases or coveted age.
    Till then you may rest
    in your shell
    with the many insights.

    ©_transient

  • _transient 7w

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    Left the house, a native.
    On the journey, counted milestones,
    kept track of the steps
    but never reached.
    Was not a quitter, they say.
    Left with a purpose that day.
    Outwitted by the high road,
    kept walking, this clod.

    There's a note from the past
    that life took turn,
    pain suddenly vanished
    when mirage became real.
    Perception got to be a failure.
    If nothing makes it to the end
    Why call it so
    and why not just amend.

    If I have no choice
    and you still think I don't choose
    let's wait for the time
    when there's no muse,
    only punctuated words,
    fancy ink,
    desecrated wrapper,
    and rues.

    ©_transient

  • _transient 8w

    Three points

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    The villagers believe
    that the scarecrow
    has a role to play
    in their cloaked comical lives
    while there's no escaping
    the pointless.

    Yes, an innate lover
    still writes to me
    on the same lines
    where I lost track
    of time,
    back in the day.

    For every latent hardship,
    that I acknowledge
    and move on in my mind,
    I feel deceived
    coz the reasons derail
    and intuitions jump the gun.

    ©_transient

  • _transient 10w

    @miraquill - Thankyou for EC��

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    I used to fear a what if.
    What if I am done
    before it actually happens.
    There was an element of uncertainty
    that I counted on.
    But now, more than ever
    I have been looking
    at the blemishing sky
    and have made a pact with it
    that I'd continue to belong
    with the unknowns
    and let the knowns
    surprise my wit.

    On an otherwise perfect day
    when dry emotions pile up,
    I will discount
    haphazard litters of regret
    and overcompensate stoicity
    from the unkempt life
    of closed doors
    and still ceilings.
    I'll let the deliberations
    of the lifeless breaths
    out of the four walls.

    The sunset would
    still resemble every pair of eyes
    I had ever seen
    and the orangish sky
    will still prelude an insipid ink.
    It might be dark
    but l think
    I won't have forgotten that touch
    when I wished the night was longer
    and I never wanted a sun.

    ©_transient