#abstract

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  • prathameshmalaikar 1d

    Are we alone?

    Despite being a part of the crowd, there isn't a single soul who recognises us from within. We are as good as our utility. If I'm of some use to you only then I build some kind of relationship with you. My just being isn't of any worth. Are human relations just an extension of materialism? Is our purpose of existence limited to our resourcefulness? Aren't we allowed to explore and have ownership of our actions and subsequently the byproducts? Do we truly live in a society? Or are we alone?

  • devilfish 3d

    Learning To Love

    Trying like a newborn baby to supply
    To take to learn to go and get it
    I'm not ashamed of my own face
    I'm ashamed of what it becomes if I poison myself with shame blame
    And a name that is not kind
    I had to learn the hard way
    And I won't complain but time haunts it's empty space
    And if you don't value your worth
    It will snatch away your name
    And your face
    You think it hurts, until you can't scream
    You can't embrace love with a tongue
    Locked in it's place
    Dramatic as they dawn like red curtains
    At the end of a number
    Except instead of everyone clapping
    Everyone was bloody and screaming in pain
    Disappointment from the expectations going under driving everyone mad
    No longer are we sane
    The audience is there whether you're looking
    Or side eyeing what you're viewing
    Different lens but the image is the same
    It's perspective that we must learn to understand it's constant limitless change
    The only thing more constant than the absolution of our very name
    It's not our thoughts that we must give the place to fear it
    Throwing bombs at an enemy with no face you're never nearer than you are to your own flame of your existence
    If you choose to shift energy from yourself
    In a false exchange
    The hubris will set the stage for chaos
    As falsity is put as proxy
    And it will lay claim to truth as you can never be nearer to the heat of your flame
    As you are yourself
    You will raise Hell
    And fire will breed it's sinful smell
    Trying to find relief in a dream that you cannot rest from
    Everything needs to cycle
    As it's vital when you dream
    You have to sleep
    When you wake up
    Truth will rain down in sheets
    And wash your blood down sidewalks of side streets

    These alternate scenarios are the only tokens I have to share
    The intention is to demonstrate my insight
    So I can show you how I became aware

    It's our individual voice and action
    Fusing into your purpose
    Thwarted by inaction
    Remember the story of the rabbit
    And the tortoise
    Knowing when to strike as wise as a serpent
    Sink your teeth into your emergence
    And understand the state of shame after the curtain is not certain
    Clean your lens in order to better assess the world tilt it's stage like a magician
    Nothing is healing in excess
    With every action
    There's a process
    Time is truly priceless
    But it's one of few things you must
    I stress that in yourself
    You must invest
    No matter seemingly selfish
    And morals are kept
    And in retrospect looking back
    Expectations only set ne up for failure
    Calendars and maps turned into burdens on my back
    Only veering me off track
    And painting my life black
    I plan
    I listen
    I believe I can
    Even when I see my tears emerge like watery stars catching the iridescent light of truth as it glistens
    I remember I can
    I remember to love myself
    I'm the hardest person for me to understand
    I understand this insight can help familiarize
    What hasn't been popularized
    That we're not all so easily broken down and compartmentalized
    You cannot love a stranger
    Because they are never aware at all times of your every threat on your life
    Imposing danger
    Get to know yourself it takes time
    But you will flourish as a remainder
    Bruises shine and they serve no purpose
    Those are not reminders
    They're unjust
    They're cruel
    Hate and darkness rule the domains
    Of the crusted dirty plate
    Of yesterday's scraps for remains
    Biodegradable waste as long as they seek to validate their own name
    Perversion in the form of violence
    Domesticated terror in suburban highlands
    Everywhere you go evil is there if you can find it
    What's harder is to become instinctively aware of what you can't catch in a glare
    A feeling of unease in tune of what's not seen or heard
    An unspoken word
    Intuition is the verse
    Timing is the first
    Second guessing is the last

    Intake the Dewey drops of morning mist
    Let the water wash away the troubles of the day


    As daylight breaks and the leaves uncomfortably shake
    Just remember that the wind will break
    And love will tenderly float like a feather
    Into your heart
    Let my words be the food to your brain
    As a plate and if I may
    Say that I cannot take away your pain
    But I offer you my thoughts
    My love
    And I encourage you
    You're well deserving
    So find what you need
    And please, do fill that space
    ©devilfish

  • anonymously_onymous 4d

    कस्तूरी

    ख़ुद के स्पर्श से खुदका विस्फोट कैसा होता है?
    मुझे ज्ञात न था।
    सदबुद खोकर अंदर के भारीपन का हल्का होना...
    मुझे एहसास न था।

    सोचता था मैं शायद अलग हूं...
    या फ़िर अजीब।
    आज तुम्हारी नाभि के उपर का जन्म-चिह्न बड़ा मोहित करता है मुझे,
    वो मासूम सा स्वेतचिह्न... करता है मेरे निर्जीव को सजीव।
    क्या तुम मेरी हिरण हो?
    क्या तुम्हारी कस्तूरी को ही मैं टटोलता हूं?
    मुझे नहीं पता।
    पर तुम्हारे ही दृश्य से मैं खुदको खो जाता हूं।
    ज़हन से जाता नही तुम्हारा आकार।
    कोमल, निर्मल, निर्विकार।
    मेरा विस्फोट मुझसे संभाला नही जाता...
    खुदको संभालना मुझे आकर भी नही आता।

    ख़ुद के स्पर्श से खुदका विस्फोट कैसा होता है?
    मुझे ज्ञात हुआ है अब।
    सदबुद खोकर अंदर के भारीपन का हल्का होना...
    मुझे एहसास है अब।

    ©anonymously_onymous

  • anonymously_onymous 1w

    चादर

    वो - रहने दो पुरानी चादरों को... उन्हें बिछाना छोड़ दो।
    मैं - क्यों?
    वो - नई वाली निकालो! देखो कितना खिलखिलाएगा कमरा।
    मैं - ठीक है। पर पुराने वालों का क्या करू?
    वो - फेंक दो। रखकर क्या फायदा?
    मैं - पर पुरानी चादरों में एक कोमलता है... इस में वो बात कहां?
    वो - अरे ये भी कुछ दिनों में कोमल हो जायेगी। थोड़ा वक्त दो।
    मैं - लेकिन पुरानी चादरें मुझसे वक्त का आवेदन नही करती।
    और उनकी महक जानी पहचानी सी है।
    वो - ठीक है। कभी कभार उनकी महक लेने उन्हें भी बिछा लेना।
    मैं - पर तुम्हे कोई आपत्ति नहीं होगी?
    वो - मैं आऊं तो बदल लेना।

    ©anonymously_onymous

  • anonymously_onymous 1w

    গুড়ের সন্ধান

    প্রলাপ শুনবে কে? নিস্তব্দ নিঝুম গটা পাড়া।
    তারই মাঝে বাস করছি... আজ আমি নিদ্রাহারা।

    এই গ্রীষ্মে ভেতরটা কেমন ঠান্ডা
    সব কিছু কেন এমন শুকনো?

    এ কী! শীতের দিনের ভোরের কুয়াশা!
    পেটে নিয়ে খিদে, গলায় নিয়ে পিপাসা
    মনটা শুধু খাই খাই করে।
    কী ভাবে করি মৃমাংসা?

    আসতে পারি কি তোর ঠিকানায়?
    তোর কাছে তোর বিছানায়?

    মনের মরুভূমির তুই যেনো খেজুর।
    তোর গাছের গায়ে ঘেঁষে ঝুলে থাকা আমি কলস।
    টিপ টিপ করে রস-পান করে...
    জ্ঞান হারিয়ে হয়েযায় অবশ।

    ©anonymously_onymous

  • anonymously_onymous 1w

    The Thinker

    I think... I ponder
    Sometimes I wonder
    To wage wars I don't
    But to bring peace I do
    To break a thing I don't
    To fix again I do

    I think... I ponder
    Sometimes I wonder
    The land in which you are ruled
    Your objections are overruled
    They squint at you abhorrently
    As the intonation spreads out
    The silent demand of acquiescence
    And the voices grow loud

    I think... I ponder
    Sometimes I wonder
    My ramblings might seem austere admonitory
    Of a well-known allegory
    I don't want to sound mellifluous
    But over the years it has become dreary

    I think... I ponder
    Sometimes I wonder
    As nature kills the present
    Nurture prepares the future
    They say order comes from chaos
    And turmoil facilitates literature

    I think... I ponder
    Sometimes I wonder

    ©anonymously_onymous

  • anonymously_onymous 2w

    गुलकंद

    मैं स्थिर था... लेटा हुआ।
    मेरे इर्द-गिर्द तुम बह रही थी।
    नदी की तरह... आंखों में कहानी लिए
    नजाने किस दिशा में जा रही थी?

    हमारे बीच एक परदा था।
    परदा हटाओ तो मखमली वादी।
    क्या मैं तुमसे परिचित हु?
    क्या तुम हो मेरी आदि?

    क्या करू? मैं भ्रमित था।
    ज़ाहिर है तुमसे मोहित था।
    मेरा लीन होना मानो मेरा मंथन था और तुम निश्चित थी।
    मेरे उत्थान का अंजाम क्या तुम जानती थी?

    अप्सरा कौन है?
    जो पर्वत का रस निचोड़ लें...
    जो अपने बहाव में रस को बहा ले।
    क्या तुम अप्सरा हो?

    आंखें खुली तो मैं वादियों के पार था... एक बगान में।
    गुलाब की पंखुड़ियों से खेल रहा था।
    उनकी खुशबू मुझे मधुमक्खी की तरह बुला रही थी।
    और मैं गुलकंद चख रहा था।

    मैं स्थिर था... लेटा हुआ।
    मेरे इर्द-गिर्द तुम बह रही थी।
    नदी की तरह... आंखों में कहानी लिए
    नजाने किस दिशा में जा रही थी?

    ©anonymously_onymous

  • devilfish 2w

    B L A C K

    Behind my back
    You stir lies with your ladle of a tongue
    And your love is a disguise
    It shifts and bends at your will
    Like shadow puppets conspiring on windowsills

    I know you don't feel it
    You never did
    You never will

    But this time I am black
    No turning back
    It's darkness I kiss
    It welcomes me back

    To black
    Back to this
    Back to that
    Back
    To
    Black...
    ©devilfish

  • benny_lambchop 3w

    Bizarre frameworks
    Ever shifting reality
    Maps formed
    Neural pathways
    Scrawled haphazardly
    Plink
    Nail goes in
    Traffic moves faster
    A path corrected
    The goal post moved
    To meet an ever present status quo
    Contradictions live within us
    A shifting black and white
    Ying and yang
    Without one the other lacks
    The brain is garbage
    But sure do I fetishize it
    ©benny_lambchop
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    Brain Garbage

    Bizarre frameworks
    Ever shifting reality
    Maps formed
    Neural pathways
    Scrawled haphazardly
    ©benny_lambchop

  • the8specky 3w

    Wrote it a few nights ago, lying on the floor surrounded by the gentle darkness.

    @mirakee @writersnetwork @readwriteunite #lalawrites #abstract #pod

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    Abstract

    An absinthial speech, met by musing laughs.
    Grins that shot thrones at what had been already decimated of the core,
    by time and fate.

    A little imbecile and a lot more bright minds, needed to shelter themselves,

    From me.


    ©the8specky

  • anonymousquill 3w

    Haiku

    Silver footsteps sound,
    Wind chimes call out a welcome–
    They vanish forthwith.

    ©anonymousquill

  • devilfish 3w

    Crush

    Illusion
    Is a door
    Where behind it
    Are the only ones who have power
    Inside it ears to floor
    Because there's more to movement

    Silence the vibration
    Pulsed through the ether
    Made me into a believer
    And I pushed my way here
    Without any leader

    Not indifferent to others
    Illusion is illusory
    Like a mother
    That seems to make a gesture from love
    But then grabs a pillow and chokes
    (Life)(Love)
    (Us)
    The child
    As it lay smothered
    We become weary of another but
    To lay in blame and call it by a different name
    Claim it's essence to your love
    Won't reclaim your pride you thought
    You had
    What you had
    Was shame
    Before you attempt to integrate false concepts
    That don't relate
    If you want to deflate
    Start with being brave
    And yes,
    People will try to get you to explain
    But their intentions
    Demonstrate the significance that
    Are screaming louder than their name

    What motivates me
    Doesn't indicate my innate human
    Nature
    Because I want to reach your mind
    And bring you water

    Plunge into silky red sheets
    Feel the same way my heart beats
    I write and I find
    Myself wanting to relate to you
    As for me I wish to peer into your eyes
    Peering into mine
    A leafy brown of autumn
    And the shine of summer
    Cross-pollinate like a Clementine tree
    But just as savory as a Monreal Clementine
    We are able to contemplate is a line
    That divides our ability to indentify
    Between you and I
    Is through our empathetic grace
    A weakness that takes beauty
    And strength
    It must emerge in your veins
    It's waters must rain
    Let them not run dirty polluted
    By hate
    And suicidal bribe
    Or pay the price must you rage
    Like the water trickling down the side
    Of a street
    Under your feet
    A wet carpet but underneath your feet
    Pulses stories that birth into the breath
    That we breathe

    If you are
    Then you
    You must be
    Yourself is what you are
    Myself is referring to me
    The difference is that
    The difference is irrelevant
    Emotion blotched as Logic is looming
    Much too self assuming as its prevelant
    And our assumption are self-evident
    But that evidence is not relevant

    Planting seeds of sentiment
    In the garden of articulated elegance
    Strewn about in the wet sediment
    Blooming with love
    I can't feel love with my intelligence
    But I don't want to pretty
    I want you to know I'm not above you

    But what we feel when we are alive
    Is that love and I don't know who you are
    And I don't need to tell you why
    But my heart aches when I think of you
    I want your tired eyes to never tired of
    Being kind
    We're going to be alright
    You and I


    I try to get to you and the wind pushes me further
    The moon is a nuturer
    It's shining with our secrets
    When we sleep
    But some of us didn't get the warmth we need
    Our mouths questioned our safety
    I'm sorry you had to know war
    Where you are afraid and there's no one
    To tend to the wounds of a soldier
    Of great bravery
    Sensitivity in your expression
    Your creativity
    Your will of a thousand determined trees
    That won't be bothered by the strongest of gales
    The branches of your courage
    Will not be burdened by their hubris

    I'm not going to be an artist without recognizing pain
    It's in my nature to relate

    I know the light is shining during day
    But don't be frightened by the night
    We are enlightened through our ability
    To understand in the way we relate
    The way that we do and don't
    The unexamined
    The unexplained
    The inconceivable
    Let your worries fall with the rain
    And illustrate your rainbow of purity
    And your expression in your irrepressible
    Inspection into the skies of starry nights
    And the dark milky Moody cosmic starlight
    Flesh
    Mesh
    Like vertebrae
    Aligned
    Like our spines
    Intertwined
    L
    I
    K
    E


    Vines

    There's hope

    Your eyes reflect your love

    Your love is not seasoned

    Let our picture albums unfold

    Right now will never fold

    It's your destiny card

    You hold


    To evolve

    We must seek to solve

    The facade of smoke

    Reinvent the meaning

    Of a "God"

    Unfold
    ©devilfish

  • anonymousquill 4w

    Nostalgia

    With four walls,
    And an empty ceiling;

    All comfort cuddled–

    Can I afford to speak of pain?

    Nothing more could I want,
    Yet nothing less could I have;

    Fermenting silently–

    Hypocrisy or normalcy?

    A mellow image weighs in–
    A stale mirage of childhood

    Aching for nostalgia;

    But was all that glittered really gold?

    Nostalgia
    And rosy glasses.

    Remembrance is a lie–

    Were those tales only alive on the grapevine?



    ©anonymousquill

  • realnotreel 4w

    The rain-GOD at last showering mercy

    Bringing forth a deluge spreading joy in hearts of people,

    Barren soil giving way to greenery

    Giving the cattle –livestock fodder ample.



    Droplets of emerald rain shining on foliage

    Presenting a vision of a bedecked new bride,

    The rainbow adorning the blue shy-line

    It’s glorious beauty spread over with sublime pride !

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    #greenery
    #abstract
    #poem
    #beauty
    #joy

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    Deluge

  • _amaan_ 4w

    Here museum is the universe....... picture is your life else u can understand #mirakee #abstract
    @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    Abstract

    In a museum staring at the picture intact,
    It is amusing
    sometimes,
    It is confusing
    Solving the puzzles in this picture,
    Trying to make an impact,
    "Ohhh wait i solved it!!"
    I tried to act.
    Announcement in the museum
    "No you can't buddy, the art is abstract"
    ©_amaan_

  • devilfish 5w

    One Thing I Know

    One thing I know
    Is beauty
    Is forced on it's knees
    For pain to force it's leather boot to
    On her back breaking her from being free
    Of it's existence forced itself upon her essence whipping her when leather writing
    His name as she withers and he tethered to her
    So she couldn't sever him from her
    Inside of her
    And intertwined it's self with a dark
    Venusian|Plutonic that was alive in her
    Energy does not know death
    So she knew that after her first breath
    With no memory prior that moment will haunt herself into energy's immortality
    And she will always be left
    Enduring the pain in the angst that blossom
    Through the holes in God's symmetry
    In her ribcage through her burrowed chest
    A cavity curdled holding humanity in the flesh
    Personification with words to decorate
    The doors of the living and the dead

  • ambivertquki 5w

    //Objectives behind the Art//

    You do art usually, can you explain its meaning?

    Me: The Art to explain?

    Um, Explain the 'art'

    Me: What's difficult in it?

    You know better, Cuz you do it

    Me: Uh, the Art covers darkness into colors, it paints the scars, it lets the underpainting smile over sadness, it fills the gap of doubts to stay quiet, it lets you escape a lot of things through what you want to get rid of,

    Is it a natural pleasure to achieve or not?

    Me: Nope, I did not have if for the ecstasy but to resolve inside mystery

    Hmm, so you pretend to be happy through it?

    Me: I lost a form to show myself originally, but act genuinely whatever I feel at that moment

    What else you learn through the art?

    Me: Prevailed darkness, get into abstract, finding spirit back that what I've lost in the past, hidden meaning of colors and perspectives of life, people and nature, and a deep kinda philosophy of any type that inspire my soul accordingly

    What you devote the most while doing it?

    Me: I work out with all my inside energy through my mind, soul, and heart. Mentally, physically, and spiritually it works beside to the depth accordingly

    ~Ambivert Quki

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  • devilfish 5w

    Taste Test

    A drop of liquor
    And the sound of silence
    Breaking in sound's sonic
    Defiance
    My iris
    Is vibrant
    With Elysian allure
    And this world is so loud
    That silence has patience
    It lives as it endures
    Like a shadow it finds
    Places hides and
    In cabinets
    In your basement
    ©devilfish

  • devilfish 6w

    Flesh Sculpted By Time

    I want to hide from my own reflection
    But I can't hide from myself
    Without seeing inside myself
    My warped reflection
    That I'll never have fully understood
    With my limited perception
    If only I could really see myself
    Without needing to peer into glass
    This image of my past is my profile
    My mind, body, and soul
    Compiled into textiles of a fleshy mass
    Human
    Evolution
    Abstract
    As if I'm clay and I have yet to be compact
    Like dough I sleep into the cracks
    Of the depths of morning's black
    Coffee cup shattering on the cusp of
    What's left of yesterday's feast
    I emerge at last
    Like smoke
    I make
    Myself
    Mold myself
    Into something that will last
    Refusing to be an artwork molded by the hands
    That work against me
    I spite the hands that feeds me
    I change myself into everything
    They told me I couldn't be
    I love
    I love until I'm whole
    I love myself in full
    So I can break glass ceilings
    I am unique
    Different
    Mystique
    Feeling
    Full
    ©devilfish

  • devilfish 3w

    The Snake Stretches Down Spines

    Echoing your lust
    Unwind in every thrust
    Sweating out my trust
    Of April

    I pinpoint the day
    Fall back into May
    I hear my sister's song
    As I drink up wisdom

    I knew it all along
    The drain of living
    Won't be my hands
    Stained with crimson

    I'm livid
    Vivid
    I make an image
    With these words

    My soul takes flight
    A black bird
    As my energy excites
    Each word
    Each twist
    Each turn
    It's night
    My time

    I grow into my prime
    I'm aware of time
    It won't divide me
    It stares at me
    I just glare back
    Black is blinding
    This look will make your bones
    Crack
    Snap
    Chip
    Fracture
    Dissipate to gas
    I'm on a track to leave a trace
    I can't just lack I've got to step
    To make a track
    To make it back
    As I am flesh
    That is that
    I am human
    I am feelings
    I am fine tuning
    My balance
    I'm holding my equilibrium
    As the hill is steeping
    I grow stronger
    I've got to make it longer
    I am healing in my mind
    Body
    And you can see it in my eyes
    I embody water
    I'll rise with the tides



    The Snake is never late
    It coils like steel
    As it unwinds
    The skin peels
    Unaware of the shell
    Left behind


    Desire transforms into a bite
    We devour our last meal
    Self empowered with an appeal

    But fake diamonds still shine
    I must be real
    I made no deal

    My date isn't set
    My fate isn't sealed
    ©devilfishp