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  • gautam12__ 30w

    You can't blame yourself if you unintentionally hurt others without you realising it. Just like walking and moving around, you can't blame yourself for stepping on ants and plants.
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  • gautam12__ 30w

    Broken glasses, swinging frame and a stitched bowl .
    The lights flickers and windows jam against themselves.
    Mouth tries to draw water from the tap which has stopped running;
    Hope needs faith in the displacement.
    A child cries for her mother's hold in the room.
    Father sits on the stair with a whip in hand,
    Mother looks at her swollen face in a cracked mirror.
    A gun in hand and about to end her life.
    The noise and silence creates a symphony of hate.
    Pain claps to the curtain fall of the theatrical opera.
    Life watches in awe how the hermatia played out -
    A defiance from the script written.
    She embraces the gun powder; he adores his own strength.
    Heroes of hate, victims of love.
    Misfits on the lead of a journey
    Who try to draw the shape of water.
    Pow! It sounds.
    Blood splatter and contents pour out.
    What a way to erase the handwriting of violence!
    And now, her voice speaks loudest in the auditorium of the dead.
    ~G
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  • gautam12__ 30w

    ʜᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴜs

    We both saw the rainbow,
    But am I the only one who saw the colours,
    Instead of black and white of the clouds and sky?
    Thus, I promised a Neverland for you to come by,
    A place free from mishaps,
    May here, you'll see colours again,
    And together we watch the rainbow again.
    ©gautam12__

  • gautam12__ 30w

    Colours ��

    Too dark to see
    Too deafening to hear
    It's a stormy cloud
    Which can never be clear

    Too far to reach
    Too steep to go up
    It's a huge mountain
    Which can never be climbed to the top

    Too big to aspire
    Too fanatic to hope
    It's just an illusion
    That we can never let go

    Too tiring to water
    Too displeasing to walk in
    It's just a garden
    Which can never be green

    So you said
    But left a lot unsaid
    So let me remind you about
    The shooting stars
    & the wise old moon at night

    About the warmth of sun in the morning & the beautiful dusk in the evening
    Also the beautiful rainbow in the sky
    After a long long rainy day

    You see
    Life has also her beauty
    She has her own colours
    & we have our own brushes
    So its up to us
    To paint the all the canvasses...
    ~G
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    #rainbow #wod

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  • gautam12__ 30w

    Nᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs Wɪɴᴅᴏᴡ

    Nature that I knew didn't hold grudges,
    Nature that I knew didn't have ugly emotions with bad soil
    I don't wanna get old with the nature I know of today,
    Yesterday's thoughts are what I write up on these pages
    Because today was already in the minds of yesterday,
    Nature don't know a day with the same patterns of fires startling and starting,
    I want to know the Sphere cuts and global problems,
    and solve Gender stares and rational fairs,
    humans are like spinning air with
    tilted brains
    Just with the millions of problems that only existed in present state,
    With no point in observing without capturing,
    Like a sea sick fish crawling in a small diseased pond
    Wandering to survive,
    And Survive is to just exist.
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    #elements #wod

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    Natures window
    ©gautam12__

  • gautam12__ 31w

    I hate being put on the spot,
    Forced into a box, to live or to rot.
    I dream of being free,
    To have wings to fly with the gentle breeze.
    To break these shackles pulling me down,
    To escape this sea of self doubt before I drown.
    Hiding the tears and putting up a smile,
    Before judging, try on my shoes for a mile.
    Society's norms and high expectations,
    They're a huge burden to my aviation.
    To roam as a bird carelessly in the clouds,
    Liberated, with a chance to sing aloud.
    Is such a vision even possible?
    My demons laugh saying its highly improbable.
    They lurk in the shadows but their voice is crisp in my head,
    They haunt me daily and fill my heart with dread.
    I feel my wings being cut off,
    I feel myself being pushed down,
    I feel like I'm being swallowed,
    In a pit filled with darkness all around.
    Is this what they call life?
    Or is this what they call death?
    For me it's an aimless existence,
    A walking corpse, out of breath.

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    #expectation #wod

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    Wings instead of shackles?
    ©gautam12__

  • gautam12__ 31w

    I feel myself standing on an empty road,
    The path ahead is unclear, fogged by an unknown,
    Isn't it scary to think about the future,
    As if anything could happen beyond my expectation.
    Just like a long term dream where I've to stay in,
    But I think it's the best to let life and time guide me,
    Through a long tunnel of highway path and possibly end up somewhere beautiful.
    ©gautam12__

  • gautam12__ 31w

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  • gautam12__ 31w

    In Silence

    Don't u think
    I have spoken long enough
    Despite of ur brink
    I have said well enough
    Now let be silent
    Through the abandment

    Reaper is what u called me when i speak up
    As fool you saw me when i open up

    You aint take a time to undestand
    Instead offered me a challenge
    A challenge to a broken heart
    A challenge to a defeated soul
    How ruthless you could be?

    Till you shift your eyes from the crowded to the quiet one
    Where the beams of my love shine dazzling than the sun
    My lips captive of the unspoken
    A heart fractured & broken
    Will you take the pieces as a token
    A sacrifice for a sentiment
    And am sentenced with embezzlement
    Forgot myself to flourish you
    But negligence is all you do
    I shall remaim in silence
    May be you'll value my existence

    But Still i kept holding on
    Hoping on and hanging on
    And I will keep sharing my embrace so tight
    I still see our future so bright
    But only in silence.
    ©gautam12__

    #silence #wod
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  • gautam12__ 31w

    I had the past 2 weeks, all to me. And as usual, I spent it doing what I do best: overthinking. That's 360 hours straight. But no, I'm not insane. Of course, I didn't spend 360 hours overthinking at a stretch, but let's say, i did make the most of it.

    If you're beginning to wonder how does this beautiful picture goes with what I'm writing, it's a near depiction of my mind. My thoughts; scattered. So, as pretty as it looks to someone else, it definitely is nothing but ugly to me.

    I've been thinking of how certain things like... let's say, death don't hit me as much as it should but breaking my favorite FRIENDS mug shatters me? I near about had a breakdown. I've been constantly analyzing if my friends have now forgotten me, whether or not they think of me when they see memes or if my brother is now fed up of me completely because I'm so triggered all the time.

    I've been thinking whether or not should I google more games to play or finish watching the sixth season of Friends again. I've been thinking if I should flirt back with this cute girl in my DMs because I'm bored out of my mind or should I leave his messages unread like the 122 unread chats on my WhatsApp.

    I've been thinking about why am I crying over another broken friendship? Is it the pain of losing another friend or because I'm failing at un-loving them.The pain of losing a friend isn't new but am I normal if I'm used to heartbreaks because I've found temporary love.

    I've been thinking if I should call this old friend I completely lost touch with and apologize or if I should accept the apology from this friend who's been trying to get back in touch for a while now. I've been thinking a lot about this, but I know myself.
    Apologizing is hard, but accepting an apology I don't believe in, is killing me.

    I'm trying not to overthink, I swear. So, I sit down and build an imaginary world. I am normal there. Friends don't become strangers there, thinking is not exhausting and breathing doesn't wear me out. In that world, I'm living and not just existing and happiness comes easy to me.

    So,I hope that someday in this world, I won't be the only person who thinks about all these things and feels so awful.
    ©gautam12__

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