#soulsearching

177 posts
  • modernjunkie94 28w

    What's your favourite quote?
    ©modernjunkie94

  • anu_kum 29w

    Artistic Pairings

    Poems are mosaics
    Made of broken pieces of heart
    Each crack
    Telling a different tale
    Of being hammered
    By situations
    Unprecedented
    Till they are shaped
    To match expectations
    Solace emerging only
    As each piece finds
    Its perfect match
    To make a brilliant whole
    ©anu_kum

  • uroboros 30w

    Lost souls staring at the sky
    Looking for directions.
    They all had questions.
    How what and why.

    ©Anita_Blake

  • mrspectacular 31w

    STING OPERATION(1)

    ___________________
    Collins Drite strolls into the Ministry Of Finance to see his friend, Stephen Franz on a rather casual visit. They have been friends for years and share virtually everything except Franz's involvement with a major black deal worth over six billion dollars.
    He stumbles upon a file while sitting in wait for Franz in his office as they had earlier planned to have a meeting in his office on some official matters. Sitting quietly, studying the file, he notices some irregularities in the numbers in the file. Franz walks in suddenly, laughing heartily at a joke a colleague of his just told him. Dropping the file hastily, Drite screams,
    'Finally you are here'
    'Yes...I am. Is everything okay?', he asks rather suspiciously. 'You seem tensed'.
    'Of course everything is fine... Everything is fine', Drite says quickly. 'You just startled me. That's all'.
    'Hmm...How did this get out?', he rhetorically questions, scrutinizing it for any tamperings. The atmosphere suddenly becomes rather awkward for Drite as he suddenly becomes very uncomfortable in the chair he sits in. He takes a look at his watch as if he is late for an event. He would usually pulled that stunt whenever he wanted to get out of an unfavorable situation but no one ever sees through it as indeed he is a hard-working man.
    'I have to take my leave now. I have a lot to do today in my office. We are very busy this week. I just thought I should drop in and say hello before getting to my office.' Drite says trying to discharge himself.
    'Alright,' Franz replies. He stretches out his hand and gives Drite a handshake, a bright smile that suggests 'Thank you for visiting, friend. I really appreciate it' stretches from cheek to cheek.
    Drite fakes a smile. 'It's a pleasure and I am quite sorry I could not stay so long. It's just I have a whole lot to do today in my office'. Franz offers to see Drite out but Drite turns him down causing Franz to return to his chair behind his desk while Drite finds his way out of the office still very tensed and shocked that Franz could be involved in such an impure deal. He wishes he could do more than just sit around and watch Franz and his cohorts milk the ministry and indeed the entire government of billions of dollars.
    Later at night, he returns from work, quickly has his shower, has his dinner with his family of six before climbing into bed for some rest. Despite trying so hard to catch some sleep, the thought of his bosom friend's involvement in the mega-fraud deal would not let him have the peace of mind that is required for sleep to take place.
    'Do you know it is very wrong to see something like this and keep quiet about it. Posterity would judge you for it and you know it always comes down heavy in this case......Young man, you do not know the full story so keep out of it; you have no business there', he banters with himself inside tossing and turning on the bed like a fish outside water. 'Something must be done and fast.' He turns again and shuts his eyes to force himself on sleep.
    The next morning, he wakes up looking very disgruntled as though he has just fought with someone right there in his bed. Taking a look in the bathroom mirror,
    'You are the one to shut this down. They cannot continue to make a mockery of hardwork...'
    He is still talking to himself when his wife, Theresa Drite walks into the bathroom. 'Is everything okay, Love?'
    Theresa works with an Intelligence Agency. There is something about Drite's disposition since the previous night that seems off.
    'Yes honey. I'm fine. It's just that....', he reneges on ratting his friend out. 'Never mind'
    Theresa has a way of working the information out of Collins. It was part of the reason he had married her in the first place, that ability to see through a person's deception and detect a hidden truth. 'Come on, you know you can talk to me', Theresa pauses and stares straight into Drite's eyes as if the information she searches for is hidden somewhere in there.
    'Alright, Alright', he breaks into a smile. 'You caught me. It is my friend'
    'Collins...You know you have a lot of friends, right? Some of which I do not even know', she says with a playful smile and a kiss to his forehead. 'So you may have to be pretty more specific than this.'
    'Well, I guess after this episode, I may be one short'
    'What do you mean?' She asks really concerned. 'Is any of them ill or dying?'
    'None of that, dear.' He wishes he did not have to tell on Stephen Franz but with the circumstances, his hands appear tied. 'It's Franz'
    'Okay.... Franz I know but I am not sure why you are so worried about a man as successful as he is. I mean he seems to be doing pretty well for himself the same way you are, so pardon m if I don't see the problem'
    'He is not who you think he is. There is more to him than meets the eye', Drite says.
    'Hmm...Now this is interesting. More like what?', Theresa Drite asks as she sets aside her brush and leads Collins out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
    'So I am not quite sure', Collins begins. 'I think Franz is involved in a big fraud situation'.
    'How do you know this?' Theresa prods further in order to attain information enough to get Franz and his cohorts arrested for Fraud.
    'Well, I visited his office today and while waiting for him, I stumbled on a file that had some really suspicious content in it'.
    'Like what?'
    'Bank transactions running into billions which seem unaccounted for.'
    'Ok, we are talking about a senior staff in the Ministry Of Finance here you know. Those transactions you saw, for all we know, could have been authorized for a government project'
    'Listen, baby', Collins begins softly. 'I am no Forensic Accountant but something did not feel right in those files so I beg you to use your good office in the CIA to investigate the matter for the sake of this nation's economy'
    'Fine', Theresa backs down with a smile. 'We will look into it. I have to get ready and run'.
    Collins Drite while in his office received a call from the CIA summoning him for questioning at the Headquarters. The voice over the phone sounds rather authoritative as though they have concluded he is one of the criminal involved in the fraud. He follows the instructions and reports at the CIA headquarters for questioning. He has never been to the CIA headquarters regardless of the fact that his wife is a senior staff there but it turns out to be exactly how he imagined it would be. He is welcomed by agents in all black that he begins to imagine the CIA did probably lose someone the previous day or something, as he is escorted to a room, he mutters the word 'sorry' to virtually every agent he comes by, imagining they have taken the 'death of the personnel(s)' too personally that virtually the entire office is dressed in black.
    ___________
    ©mrspectacular

  • arkknight73 33w

    We catch our self staring ..staring in to black mirrors..staring search for beautiful self views..looking at others who also are searching for beauty in a mirror.
    When the mirror wont reply..we follow up with more tries. We keep shooting for snap shots of that right fleshy reply.
    I ask "when did the mirror ever have a voice?"..did the mirror ever tell a truth. What makes you sure that it even works. Imagine if it was all in ones mind..that the view really began there . So we really never get a real view of who we are. Some day it might all make sense. When the mirror dont work at all ..nothing seen on the reflection ..for maybe we see whats beyond our flesh.
    ©arkknight73

  • iamtruth018 37w

    Prelude

    It's in the tiniest acts ever done, is the greatest of love ever found.
    It's in the constant hate that we elude the love.
    The science don't seem real,
    It all don't seem to connect,
    You were mine to protect,
    Bhuh all i did was resist,
    Do i stand a chance to protest!!!
    Or do i have to just contest??
    I never meant to exit...
    I was jhus not sure of how we could exist!!!
    Am now so much drawn into making you my closest,
    Without opening whats buried in the casket,
    Jhus put me to test,
    I know we all aint perfect,
    Bhuh i promise to be your sweet gent.
    And for this i wont stop to persist,
    Till you my Miss Present!!!
    ©iamtruth018

  • hopless_anonymous_writer 37w

    The Smile (Random thoughts)

    The reminiscent memoirs of the past,
    Tantalizing tantrum of emotions cast,
    Unyeilding batterings of thoughts aghast.

    Yet the serene smile in the photo puts the turmoil at rest.
    For without an escape rout this soul wandered for years and alas it has found sanctity ?

    Forever in the memoirs that beholdth a mind,
    The smile still stays to put the turmoils of him to rest.

    ©hopless_anonymous_writer

  • poukii 37w

    Soul searching in the broken mirror

    Dear,
    Your heart is becoming emptier day by day,
    Your smile is fading day by day,
    Your skin is becoming paler day by day,
    Your lethargy is increasing day by day.

    My child,
    Are you searching for solutions among the branches?
    Are you searching for solutions amongst the masses?
    Are you searching for solutions in the midst of this chaotic world?
    Are you searching for something in illusion?

    Slow down my child,
    The branches that you see around are jesting you!
    The people that you see around are playing a trick on
    you !
    The world that you see around is distorted!
    The contemporary culture that you see around is
    a hoax!.

    Yes my darling,
    You are being mislead by this society.
    You are soul searching in the broken mirror.
    You are being suppressed, repressed and oppressed.
    You are being governed by the capitalist of this world.

    My child,
    Search for your soul among the roots.
    Search for your soul within yourself.
    Search for your soul in tranquility.
    Search for your soul in sunshine.

    Yes my darling,
    I am stating this once more with utmost grief,
    That you are" soul searching in the broken mirror".
    ©poukii

  • ashkin 39w

    If you think its a loss but feel happy about it, think again.

    ©ashkin

  • broken_wordz 43w

    Searching for myself
    In the middle of nowhere
    The path lead me to you

    And I've finally found me
    In YOU


    ©broken_wordz

  • samanthaharper 46w

    Contradictory

    I'm a contradictory, an enigma. I'm both sides of a coin and all the emotions wrapped into one. I'm hard to understand yet easy to understand. I'm overly emotional yet emotionless all at once. I can smile while I'm crying and laugh while I'm angry I'm expressive but don't express myself enough. I bottle everything inside till it erupts. I'm loving but cold as ice a thunderstorm and a sunny day all in one. I get overwhelmed around people but hate being alone. I'm indecisive and decisive all in one. I like talking but get quiet when I'm spoke too. I shut down when things are too much and push others away though I cry out for someone to stay. I'm a lost soul struggling to find her way. And even though I'm told that I'm so strong I'll put on my mask and smile through the pain because even to myself I'm a contradictory.
    ©samanthaharper

  • juhiyverma_ 48w

    Without You.....

    Have you ever wondered what this world would be like, without you?
    Lifeless and dead like you??Or the same as it was before, cold and cruel.With only hatred for people like me.Maybe i am wrong or maybe Not.Maybe i judged it all wrong with my myopic eyes and cluttered mind Or maybe i just could not look enough. Not Looked enough to see whether it was all a perception of my own dismantled thoughts,and my handicapped mentality that unwillingly forced me to frame an all wrong notion about the world i am living in, among the people i m struggling with, towards a future i m not ready to be a part of.What if everything that i have been doing is just a part of something thats never gonna happen.Something that was never in the bigger picture that the world hung upon the walls of my broken heart, only to stain it with my own blood.Maybe it wasnt merely a coincidence that all those wounds werent meant to be transformed into beautiful scars but painful memories to be remembered long after I m gone.Or maybe they were supposed to trigger the ache this world inflicted upon me , time and again which my dead and soul less body could no longer feel anymore.But sadly i was numb and oblivious to everything around, owing to my already non existent life.The world would always be the same, no matter you exist or not. Its gonna be there like it was , unperturbed by my death or yours or anyones'. It hardly makes any difference to the world whether u r alive or dead or in a totally third dimension.But for your own satisfaction, u can believe what you want. Whether the world would stop existing for a while or time would cease to mourn over your death. Its all upto you.You can believe in anything and everything that pleases you.Be it the sweetest lies or the ugliest truth. You are already dead so that just means nothing.You are investing in the wrong place, for the wrong people, all for the wrong reasons. Those eyes hiding behind the prettiest faces and honey coated words are myths you could never unravel.Though death might be the eternal truth,your family would be the only one devastated by your loss nevertheless sooner or later they too would learn to live without you.The birds would still chirp every morning and the dawn would still bring beautiful sunshine to your bedroom window, even in your absence. Your words may echoe in the house where you grew up but there wont be anyone to be yelled at now.And Teatime would be the only time , you would be missed But everyone would get used to this new life.Isn't it??


    ©juhiyverma_

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    Without You.....

    Have you ever wondered what this world would be like, without you?

    Lifeless and dead like you??Or the same as it was before, cold and cruel.With only hatred for people like me??Maybe I'm wrong or maybe I'm Not.Maybe I judged it all wrong with my myopic eyes and cluttered mind or maybe I just could not look enough.Not enough to see whether it was all a perception of my own dismantled thoughts,and my handicapped mentality that unwillingly forced me to frame an all wrong notion about the world I'm living in, among the people I'm struggling with, towards a future I'm not ready to be a part of.

    ©juhiyverma_

  • numerous_shades_of_poetry 49w

    26.12.2020
    I am dead in a lively body !
    Who knows i will ever be alive again
    Or will be killed thousand of times
    Like this again and again;
    Shall i talk to you furthur or
    You really felt what i mean
    What i try to say , what i need to talk
    Instead what i do is to keep things sum up in my little heart that's been shattered in various ways
    Okay , this time i let you have a benefit of doubt .
    I never opened up my thoughts ,my illness ,
    The way i should or
    The way i need to ?
    I need an escape
    Escape from what ?
    From the lethal life or
    The thoughts boggled in my mind
    The sad little me with so many dreams that wanted to fly .
    Sad but the truth is , I am dead
    I die daily with so many dreams that i held in my eyes ,
    each single time i am enjoined not to do the things that make me feel good
    Am i the culprit of my own decisions or
    I end up as the loser people see in me
    I am tired of surrendering myself to the universe
    I need to meet him(almighty god)
    Want to tell him ,
    Please hug me untill i get peace .
    The happiness i want ,
    The only thing i want is you and your shelter
    Please i beg you .
    I can't live sobbing all day and keeping my face in smiles that hides all my sufferings !
    I let you, to hold me ,please .
    An escape from this lathal life !

    Alka
    ©numerous_shades_of_poetry

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    AN ESCAPE FROM LETHAL LIFE ?

    Alka
    ©numerous_shades_of_poetry

  • blue_nib 49w

    Soul Searching

    Sitting beside!!!
    The backwaters....
    I observed my reflection....
    .
    .
    I see...
    A tree, upside down...
    The roots were above the earth...
    While the trunk, stem, beaches and leaf....
    Were deeply rooted...
    .
    .
    The ideas, originality and vulnerability...
    In form of roots, seemed faded....
    As,world never appreciate , the RAW & Sublimes....
    .
    .
    On the other hand...
    The deeply rooted ethics, morality and loyalist....
    In form of trunk, stem, branches and leafs...
    Were prospering and restless to become Roots....
    As, world within fed them with love and adrenaline....
    .
    .
    As i was nearing the conclusion...
    And was deeply engrossed with my reflection...
    The meteoroid of outer world struck....
    The clapotis formed...
    The mirage of my reflection drowned...
    .
    .
    But, the question within remain floating....
    Why
    RAW & Sublime are resisted, corned and throttled??
    Why
    TREE of inner- self has to Grow....
    Upside Down and not upright outward....
    .
    .
    Sitting beside!!!
    The backwaters....
    I introspected my Soul ||

    ©माही
    ©blue_nib

  • numerous_shades_of_poetry 52w

    Kiss my soul ,
    let it be unpure for the first time.
    Lick my insecurities,
    the way i never had them before.
    Suck the sadness
    that's been dwelled too long.
    Hold me close,
    In your arms
    The way i felt safe and divine.
    Caress my tears ,
    Falling from years
    Kiss my soul ,
    Let it be unpure !

    Alka
    ©numerous_shades_of_poetry

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    Kiss my soul ,
    let it be unpure for the first time.
    Lick my insecurities,
    the way i never had them before.
    Suck the sadness
    that's been dwelled too long.
    Hold me close,
    In your arms
    The way i felt safe and divine.
    Caress my tears ,
    Falling from years
    Kiss my soul ,
    Let it be unpure !

    ©numerous_shades_of_poetry | Alka

  • numerous_shades_of_poetry 52w

    What if i lose myself ?
    What if again i find myself trembling and scattered ?
    Is this a place ,
    where i need to hide my scars
    or to burry my past trauma
    Where to run, where to seek
    I traumatize everything related to you
    Should i cut myself out and be there right behind the moon so i could see you at the night .
    And let you know my darkling side, that you spilled in my life .
    My voice get choked as from fear
    Fear of what ?
    Getting again into you?
    No ! It's just the painful agitation
    Thats all i know , nothing more nothing less
    Trying to divulge that is
    Enshroud in my soul .

    Alka
    ©numerous_shades_of_poetry

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    What if i lose myself ?
    What if again i find myself,
    trembling and scattered ?
    Is this a place ,
    where i need to hide my scars
    or to burry my past trauma
    Where to run, where to seek
    I traumatize everything related to you
    Should i cut myself out and
    be there right behind the moon,
    so i could see you at the night .
    And let you know my darkling side,
    that you spilled in my life .
    My voice get choked as from fear,
    Fear of what ?
    Getting again into you?
    No ! It's just the painful agitation .
    Thats all i know ,
    nothing more nothing less
    Trying to divulge that is
    Enshrouded in my soul .

    ©numerous_shades_of_poetry | Alka

  • life_and_mind_of_charlie_mike 52w

    I never asked to be who I am
    So,
    Forgive me,
    If I had a choice,
    I’d be perfect

    -Camilo Melgar

  • wordvomit4u 59w

    Searching for simplicity in the cracks of complicity.
    Charging emotions without electricity.
    Their love is selcouth; the feeling's surreal.
    If it isn't organic, could it even be real?
    ©wordvomit4u

  • niranjan976 62w

    Soul searching

    Who am I, everyday I ask myself
    It comes to me slowly, bit by bit
    Page by page as if I m a book unfinished
    Going through these 23 years and
    Yet so little do I really know myself
    That brings me to the thought
    Is my understanding so little
    Or maybe I m growing, evolving
    Time and again
    Surprising others and myself
    Everyday, every moment
    Relentless pursuit towards self scrutiny
    Soul searching and musings!! :))
    ©niranjan976

  • metaurelius 63w

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