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  • igautamji 14h

    I have no fancy words today
    To express how I feel
    Just this inexplicable feeling
    I call feeling low

    Maybe I'm just too slow.
    Or maybe the world's too fast
    Within me I just know
    At this pace I shan't last

    But yet I've got so much to do
    That I simply can't stop

    I used to put on a smile and trudge on
    Laugh in the face of my troubles
    and simply carry on
    But today I feel just a tad too tired

    ©igautamji

  • igautamji 3w

    My love life

    With love from Pinky
    and her four sisters too
    Every man's fantasy
    In a minute comes true

    ©igautamji

  • igautamji 3w

    #anonymous

    In response to a challenge. Written in 5 minutes.

    Might delete soon ��

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    Cog

    One among the countless many
    A nameless cog in this giant machine
    I may be anonymous to one and all
    But they'll know my name if I fail and fall.

    The machine will come to a grinding halt
    And they'll label it a technical fault

    Replacing me with yet another spare.
    I have many spares you see.
    All labelled the same as me.

    I may have a name, and an identity.
    But still I'm as anonymous as can be.

    Easily replaced by so many.
    My defects are my individuality.

    ©igautamji

  • igautamji 4w

    New Cot

    Naively I sought to borrow
    A small respite
    from the worries of tomorrow
    Already quite overwhelmed
    by the wrong turns of my past
    I once again wondered
    if this journey I'd be able to last
    Last long enough in this life
    Rife with senseless struggle and strife
    Long enough to finally see
    The light at the end and finally be free

    Or maybe this arduous path
    Will too come to a sudden end
    Right after a dangerous bend
    rending my flesh and freeing my soul
    To assume a new life, a brand new role

    This path would then end
    and so will the worries of tomorrow
    but the journey does not, and neither will the sorrow.

    Even as the old body begins to rot.
    A new one takes its place in a brand new cot.

    ©igautamji

  • igautamji 5w

    I often miss
    those innocent carefree days,
    When I didn't have to be strong,
    despite feeling so wrong.
    And carry on fighting,
    even when in a complete daze.

    I wish I could cry like that once more
    Like I used to when I was young
    Letting go of all the sadness and stress
    releasing the pent up emotions I have in store.

    But it seems my tears have all dried up
    And I've lost the key to the store
    Now even with the door bursting at the seams
    I can't afford to cry no more.

    Life's hardships taught me many lessons
    And I grew up a little more with each.
    Trying to look at the bright side of life
    While learning the lessons it had to teach.

    They say when life gives you lemons
    You gotta make some lemonade
    So I squeezed lemon after lemon
    Until my very fingerprints started to fade.

    Under the ever growing burden
    of duty and responsibility
    I'm afraid I may have lost
    A large chunk of my individuality

    One day.
    I say and repeat to my self
    One day.

    One day I'll set out on a quest
    One day when I'll finally be free
    One day I'll finally find my self
    and find my missing individuality

    Until then I shall hold the fort.
    Taking on whatever life has in store.
    Because one thing for sure I know
    I can't afford to cry no more

    #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #life

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    I wish I could cry like that once more
    Like I used to when I was young
    Letting go of all the sadness and stress
    releasing the pent up emotions I have in store.

    But it seems my tears have all dried up
    And I've lost the key to the store
    Now even with the door bursting at the seams
    I can't afford to cry no more.

    ©igautamji

  • igautamji 6w

    This reality I see
    an ephemeral dream
    Now here. Soon gone

    In the void of the dark
    an ephemeral light shined
    for four days, casting shadows
    and now all that is left
    is a black devoid of life

    Those shadows may have been as ephemeral as the light.
    Yet they left a mark, that's still quite stark
    Even now when all that's left is the dark.
    ©igautamji

  • igautamji 6w

    Said the king to the king to be

    Never should you wake
    the sleeping masses
    Or we shan't be
    the ruling classes

    Let them dream of song and dance.
    Of a cotton candy like romance,
    slipping away, it dissolves,
    Dissolving in water on first wash.
    Nothing but sweet unkept promises.

    If they ever realize what's at stake,
    It will be the costliest mistake.

    ©igautamji

  • igautamji 6w

    The thread of love
    If broken with a snap.
    Whiplash
    hurts both ends.

    Instead
    leave it be.
    Neglected
    where no one can see

    Not quick and not rash
    No hurt and no whiplash

    Twenty message a day
    Become one in twenty
    Dwindling down slowly
    Until thin and frayed lays the thread.
    Left for dead.
    Frayed and rotten
    Forever forgotten

    ©igautamji

  • igautamji 25w

    A tautogram to the extreme ��

    This is a grammatically correct sentence in English, often presented as an example of how homonyms and homophones can be used to create complicated linguistic constructs through lexical ambiguity. It has been discussed in literature in various forms since 1967

    #wod #tautogram #interesting

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  • igautamji 25w

    Thinking tainted taboo thoughts,
    The tale teller tells tall tales,

    Tempting the thoroughly taken
    tongue tied tramp.

    Teasing, titillating
    through tantalizing tales.

    ©igautamji