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  • jeelpatel 2d

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    Pancakes

    Pancakes, half-dribbled in brown sugar; healthy
    As, bitter pain roll off your tongues, like billy-o
    Groups and wooden tables; secrets, whispers
    Flooded café counters; with orders, long bills
    You, in a nook, solitude breather, thought eater

    Solar panels, we've fitted; inside our every cell
    Exchanging lights, with strangers; in blind city
    Doves on power lines, grey; outside low house
    Witnessing, hue of sun; tanned skin in context to
    If you try, you'll find; stairs to climb, verse to relay

    On axis, the world rotates; so our perseverance
    Lashes of wishes, hovered away in hurricanes
    Scissors run on frilled dresses, how to dance
    For, life- untamed music, you- untrained dancer
    With time tricks, you'll learn to catch bits, steps

    Chlorinated pool of thoughts; you divin' deeper
    Switchblades cut off your consciousness badly
    Tangled breaths, misplaced keys; no escape
    Let chirping sparrows not go unheard, of heart
    For, still you've got beats to construct bold living

    Peppermint toothpaste, to shake your monotony
    Ignite furnace, of passion over predicaments
    Signature on check isn't you, but smile on other lips
    Life, livin' days to end up dissolvin' in satisfaction
    Frames you fill, karma you do will give you rebirth

    ©jeelpatel

  • jeelpatel 4d

    Coup de grâce - a final blow or shot given to kill a wounded person or animal.

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    Coup de grâce

    Ghost town, of non believer, in basement of heart
    Missile stroke in very beat, vicious blood ooze
    You, can't be graveyard, for others' sins, anymore
    Abandoned criminals, aconite garden you've got
    Still, you be kind, take rebirth out of eldritch horror

    Observatory, this life; like fogged up car Windows
    Number of highway gets blurred, so directions
    Miles leave suburbs, halfway; pedestrians too
    Tie shoes tight, obstacles must marble dreams
    For, it's an adventure; survival through vagueness

    For awhile, stop perennial battles in skull box
    Circumstances in neighbourhood, you've got time
    But, time tests every house, like raid of ruby lies
    Moments can change days, or life; solid impacts
    So be ready; hone your self-acknowledgement

    Life's bold addiction - suffering; won't leave you
    Pain will progress, like pennies to heavy dollars
    You, on rotating stage of crisis, of celebration
    No audience, to clap, to help; just silent roars
    You, hold on; as at the end, shadows get virtue

    Coup de grâce; to already bullet-kissed- butterfly
    Calendars just move, you just own brick breaths
    Melted enthusiasm, body finds tactics to escape
    Nothing to fight for, no reasons of persistence
    Still, a mystery, of human potential for not givin' up

    ©jeelpatel

  • jeelpatel 1w

    Tough belly

    Devastated days, grow inside your tough belly
    Moles gettin' darker; so stories behind genesis
    Void stirred city cross you, in a most cruel way
    Nights confine you, as untamed time in cold case
    You, accept blunt senses, brave self sabotage

    Beer bottles, cigarettes; momentarily euphoria
    Be aware, self made habits haunt;hair triggered
    Compile you to live a mirage, half alive, half dead
    Paint peace with black oil paint, no hole to see light
    You, lose yourself, gradually; terribly, helplessly

    Muddied sneakers; walking past bald gardens
    Under the old pine, tossing own fate, reckless
    Gettin' tired, without destination and motivation
    Learning, what's real life in realm of harsh reality
    Finding clue, losing right crossroad; still persistent

    Eyes, two coal shovels; dreams in fire-flames
    Far off you see, to make your vision clearer
    Sometimes, smokescreen is all what you find
    Be patient, real reflection won't let you wait longer
    For, world has mirrors, in woods, in subtle blues

    Wet fabric on dead cells; there's summer storms
    Hair clips uncage, bold backlash of your hairs
    Fighting back, has been an inborn trait for you
    Reinforce bamboos of your shack of survival
    With every passing day, grow little bit differently

    ©jeelpatel

  • jeelpatel 1w

    #homosapiens_j

    This is tricky topic. Just got in my mind. It's just my perception or thoughts regarding it. Everyone can have different one. You are free to share or discuss.

    This is long. A lot. Thank you for your read ��

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    Homo sapiens - 22.0

    (Blurred perception of being different)

    According to idiosyncratic concepts, every single homo sapien is different even though they are having similar, ordinary blood hues inside their veins. Administration of this concept makes us able to recognize we are more than these not-fully-round and over ripen-red-tomato like faces, more than black painted nails and dilated neck veins, more than penny-progressed-prosperity in linen pockets and  eyes-evolved-illusions. But we just recognize that everyone is different, and unique or individual. In this era, humans are stretching their boundaries of being their own self so hard, like all are racing on the back of horses and just want to win this race and prove themselves unique or superior rather than the rest mass of humanity. The moment you stop the overstimulation of thoughts inside your skull box, those orthodox yet repeated modern manuscripts and feel the direction in which your body gets cold, you would realize this isn't being different than others. Like that since birth we have been different or unique with our inborn functioning websites within, and then  compartmentalized processes of getting launched by circumstantial companies by going through life. That makes every single one of us different. There is something magnetic about being unique in this human lifetime, that at one or another point your pole of existentialism attracts it; contextually there can be different reasons for different homo sapiens. May be some feel Passionate about these human lives and want to make their virtues imprinted on the square of their rights they have got to put their feet upon, may be some gets fed up of monotonous months and daily struggles and want to satisfy their questions regarding to this endeavour, may be among billions of similar social creatures who go through similar life stages with different graphs of triggered hormones, or under the different body mopping of similar shades of puberty, adolescence, graying they want to undress their experiences and want to make something different out of it. From trivial or senseless to thought provoking or sense shaking reasons there can be to carve own different self.


    But what's the meaning of different homo sapien or unique homo sapien in real manners ? What's the real meaning of nonconformists ? What was there in people who dared to say they could change this world, individually or alone, and they did it bravely. They did change the dynamics and equations of this puzzled seem life. And still precious homo sapiens have been doing so what's there, that in reality they are different and unique that they don't have to put distant torches on their name plates nor they have to shout out for the intense individualism they have created to look upon. What we do is chase to grab this medal of superiority, uniqueness or rare precious persona. Like it's needed to be unique no matter what it takes, no matter what it makes you do, no matter you stop being your own self in it, but it's needed as a psychological need or for social status. So when you stand up in crowds, gravity till a few feet around creates bold pressure against everyone's chest and you feel like a controller of your confined little world inside your perception, and can celebrate your never-gonna-make-sense-uniqueness. But we homo sapiens need one hard smack on our neurophysiology, that we have been lackadaisical in knowing the real meaning of different existentialism. It's like screwing round pegs in square holes; we have misconstrued the whole concept of being different. Some industrial success or failures, some evolved slogans to paint on walls, or honey kissed wise words, short lived out-of-doors actions won't differ you from other homo sapiens nor it will drive your life prospective. You won't be able to mend river clay inside your body to guide you nigh to the ultimate purpose of your life. It's human psychology or nature to expect that this blue world hear the screams of your survival through self murderous thoughts, they sing warmth and Caresse spring damp roses just-now-bloomed after desert cactus killed your heart, they appreciate the person you have become and what you have achieved, they feel exactly same frequency you've felt in your darkest dateless days, cause that's why you differ yourself different or unique or you feel only you go through all of these. Isn't it baseless ? Cause we should appriciate and motivate people but don't wait or expect for it to progress further. Every single person is challenging their own potential, everyone is into their own turmoils, escaping or hiding from their own self and that's what you do, nothing new, just different situations, different tactics of life to test all of us.


    It's like licking your own elbow to find this answer. But life is like a night clock stained with alarm, the whole night you feel unconscious or subconscious, or deep in sleep but just one stroke for a keen person and it can be their call of life, to realise who they are, for what they are here . And for a few humans it's like fighting with alarming signs on a lazy morning, and they're gonna miss the exact time to shake their mindfulness. Predicaments, unimagined earthquakes everyone face, but in those few moments how you toss your bones and what you create out of half broken pieces will define you; Karma you do, and love, warmth, care you give selflessly will pour self love in return; the way you choose to deal with life's tragedies and upcoming bullets will make you different, over the time how you have nourished your own self with which kind of products will make you different, how you have been through self understanding and how you can control your senses in the time of tremendous pressure life has thrown upon you will make you different, always dormantly seasons will be changing quickly but it will end up making you wide awake in that struggle to adapt the changed weather and that's what will make you different if you will become adaptive with ever changing life, how you keep yourself antidoted even though you have been surrounded by inevitable toxicity will make you different. The moment we will be able to understand that to be unique isn't necessary in context to the materialistic world, it isn't about showing off your worth, it's not even to feel that yes we are different or unique. It's all about how similar lifetime has left impact on you, and more than that how you have made your life to have urge to giggle you with more smiles and cries because life will have faith inside you that you are that different soul who can go through it, not only go through it as Everyone does but you will make your own self stronger and will help people around you, this "one you" will heal hundreds of hearts and will be mediator to let them develop themselves nicely, will motivate and get them out of pits and falls. And maybe that's how those crazy scientists, well known poets, aesthetic artists, burning patriots dared to say they can change the world to some extent, alone, individually. That's how evolution occurs, that's how the world grows together. 


    Be different, try and explore new ways but be different or unique in real manner, that it will lead to progress not only for your own self but for the number of other people who you are gonna meet, or people who will come in contact with you through any ways. Dogwood petals can bloom anytime and you can have rebirths in this similar lifetime with learnings, you can understand life closely, and can join all scattered dots of it to have precise ideas regarding it, one cannon call from it and you can live thousands of meaningful moments in one moment which you have been striving for since always, and just in one bold beat of heart you can face the reality, it's ugliness and beauty and can decide how to move further. Answers of some questions are like blurred pictures, you can see outlines and patterns but don't know exactly what it is. But may be through confusions, and little bit hints keep us further, keep us excited for this homo sapiens' lifetime.


    ©jeelpatel

  • jeelpatel 2w

    #homosapiens_j

    It doesn't make so much sense this time I guess. I ain't sure. I was confused with what to write even though having lot of things inside my mind.

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    Homo sapiens - 21.0

    (Judgments, criticism, acceptance)

    Homo Sapiens, ain't just here by happenstance, at the same time apparently going through this lifetime at one point we feel there is no purpose to this life too. We don't know whether we should practise "premeditatio melorum" (the premeditation of evils. Thinking about what can go wrong with us and prepare ourselves for an upcoming, unimagined terrible turn of life) or we should overlap ourselves in augmented optimism which would be helpful to thrive through one more dry Storm. In spite of having same homo sapien virtue we choose differently, one human might fit forest woods into his body and drilled 'em tightly with large headed bolts to neutralise electric bursts into next wolf-triggered-wild-rain, one might just clear his smile with travel-sized-toothbrush and with every sip of hot cocoa he will gulp down stirred anxiety and hope for the best as no one has seen future. Just like this, every human has their own individual intrapsychic to reciprocate to the external stimulus. May be that's why, even after reading literary ecosphere, satirical dramas which hold up humans vices and follies to ridicule or scorn we just don't follow those philosophers and escape from the predicament or self constructed mistakes, which had been already done by thousands of humans before you have made it, you have warned yourself about it through reading 'em, knowing 'em, listening 'em via colleagues but you haven't understood it as you haven't felt them personally so it's like we have to go through any event by our own selves then according our perceptions we learn from that particular part of process, or make something good or bad out of it. Homo Sapiens lives ain't confined to others' sayings, advice, lessons. For sure, it would be clever to know when there would be solstice and your windowpane would turn out frosted, and how even though your city tower will guide you to pierce through jammed roads when you would be stuck in night shift;  it would be helpful to listen this on the podcast of experienced dishwasher who shares your dinner and solitude, keeps you aware. But we have learnt in this homo sapiens' lives no warnings, anticipations, theories, learnt lessons work at some point. We just have our own self and perception to go through situations.


    Inside our own neurons, emotions, ideas, thoughts we know we are different with our choices and perceptions so others are. That's why everyone is unique. Still, acceptance of discrepancy in context to similar project work or any circumstance doesn't happen easily. Homo sapiens when we born may be we are just like nonentity - without significant quality, without achievement, not much knowing, and over the time may be that's why we feel childhood is the best time period for most of the people, careless cries and half melted mistakes, no mental tall regarding others' opinions or criticism. So, it's so hard to describe whether we humans have opinion making or judgment juggling side inborn within us which holds us back from acceptance of myriad brain functioning, thought processing, emotions marshalling of other homo sapiens. Or we have acquired it throughout our living in this biosphere, external environment, in presence of numberless crimes and punishments, heart-quakes and healings. Homo Sapiens brains tend to create particular short stories, blueprints quickly inside the cortex or neocortex regarding any other human being or their behaviour. Even though we try to evolve in the flames of modernity and say slogans of "no judgement and no opinions". Dormantly, even for microseconds we make opinions or judge other people or in context to their individualism quickly just like barefoot air fill our lungs in easy gulps. In actuality we don't judge or make opinions on people. Maybe we judge the way they reciprocate, the way they choose to deal with any occurance. We ain't able to accept their different perceptions on similar phenomena, we question their choices and ideas. Maybe it doesn't come inborn wholly nor all acquire. It's a combination of intrinsic brain wirings, and knowledge acquiring, knowing about the materialistic world, people and the whole environment.


    However, ironically we homo sapiens are resistant to inconvenience, we ain't able to deal with even healthy criticism, we can't digest to be salutatorian in the process of success. It's so important to learn that inconvenience will happen; failures, criticism are like the right side of your bed. We have to learn how to pacify ourselves with it, how to take it in a helpful manner and when to ignore it when it comes from a mephistophelian manner, as sometimes to ruminate about people's opinions regarding the way you are, the way you live just to break your confidence, or to make you feel embarrassed for it, it's totally worthless to look into it and judge our own selves, question our own selves because of that. We should be able to differentiate what will be fertile and helpful to cultivate your growth and what would throw you on the floor just like empty cider cans. We homo Sapiens are complete yet incomplete in some aspects and getting filled by ever learning, by challenging ourselves, by being patient in doing work we don't fond of, by tracking the mountains which small stones always pulls you back, so it's necessary to understand different human natures, to see the strength of acceptance; no matter whether it's natural disasters' ruins or other people's deeds. When you start understanding your own self first here it isn't about just knowing your own self but understanding; you see how judgments, opinions, inconvenience, criticism or any emotions work for you, you start trying to put yourself into others' shoes, you try to console their problems and pains, you become a better person in yourself who knows how to respect others' ideas and emotions and not to hurt them.


    Zeitgeist of every century will come with different characteristics and homo sapiens will evolve with it. There would be different intellectual, moral, cultural eras. And the best way of self expansion, progressive thinking, healthy evolution is growing in diversity, accepting a number of heartbeats which convey different emotions, giving knock on multiple tough skull boxes inside which intelligence, skills are prisoned. Homo sapiens lives ain't subterranean that we have to dig to understand, this human life is like days-dies-in-beautiful-disasters which is meant to be explored by living through it. Living it, not in its finest form, but living it by pouring your fullest will inside it, slowly moment by moment. There is beauty when your lioness face turns into ashes and a phoenix inside you rises from ashes. Mercilessly life shows shades sometimes and bravely you go through it.

    ©jeelpatel

  • jeelpatel 2w

    #beauty

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    There's beauty

    Tongue twisters, juggle emotions in the words,
    Shout promises, do loud declaration of "forever"
    Then comes burning May, they spit cherry pins
    On delicacy of your kindness, on trembling trust

    //There's beauty, in forgiving betrayals,
    Still embracing pure heart after gettin' hurt//

    Ash stained doe eyes, cactus kissed bedsheet
    Jars, cages; for dormant dreamers, to brood
    Dawn, sun-play from well architectured window
    Once again, new adventures, same city market

    //There's beauty, in being persistence,
    Beating sleepless night, quest for new miles//

    Wasted fantasies, in real life, shake all illusion
    Let it pierce your rose freckled heart, mercilessly
    Put an oil in jammed door, of tough acceptance
    For, smoke will fade away, not now then morrow

    //There's beauty, in an acceptance,
    Pacify own inconvenience, you'll be patient//

    Broken shoulders, construct bridges, barefoot
    Cold hands write manuscript of optimistic novel
    He and she; exchanging mails of pain, of laughs
    In this lifetime, they are lost, they're lost together

    //There's beauty, in being human,
    Sharing eachother's blameless brokenness//

    ©jeelpatel

  • jeelpatel 3w

    Cargo Pants

    Dense beards, rollercoaster earnings; street 31
    Newspaper cones of peanuts, sunburn stories
    Lampposts, night haunting oblivion underneath
    No hand in hand, no crowds; but radiant silence
    For, delicate truth, strikes hard when you dare to face

    You fall, bruised elbows, no spikenard ointment
    It's clash, at well-danger-warned crossroad
    Now, every morning, hot bubble bath will sting
    Intensity of pain to know, mistakes to learn from
    Keep blood taste in mouth, blue stars in eyes

    Tangled apologies, roars of regret; better far to live
    Robbin eggs, ready to sing war-songs in porch
    Don't let mud lock your soles hard, mysteriously
    Paint wall with flow of river; art of persistence
    Time will toss your greys and reds, it's bold law

    Thunder-stained hearts, ain't fond of calm rain
    Reeds can be swords, if air bursts into tornado
    Bravery cultivates, when you know when to use it
    Patience you'll learn, not-so-favourite occasions
    So, observe life keenly, it reflects in your mirror

    Put passion, in pockets of your black cargo pant
    Hone edges of shins, bridges will be tougher
    To set 'em on fire, or to cross 'em successfully
    But know, not to give up on life is a real satisfaction
    'Cause hurdles remember touch of your brokenness

    ©jeelpatel

  • jeelpatel 3w

    Gorgeously dangerous

    (Verse - 1)

    Put on champagne colored dress on tired bones
    And you throw oil black brush strokes
    Gorgeously dangerous, is today's theme
    As past parties had been littered with bullets
    Waists move softly, shoulders follow sharply,
    Ooh so you're high on forgetting what you feel

    (Pre - chorus)

    'cause you got a chance, for awhile
    In the crowds, under blue lights
    Don't say your name, don't say your name
    Till your pain gets dissolved beautifully
    And dark stories turn into song-laced streets
    For, people to travel and get lessons

    (Chorus)

    Let the high heels ache lower back dimples
    Let eye liner gets smudged, but don't stop
    No ,no, no don't stop
    Whole night celebrate yourself
    For going through this life so bravely

    (Verse - 2)

    Trinkets share everyone's own sufferings umm
    Still see the way sunlight they ooze
    Gifting smiles and burying withered roses
    As this is the way world turns, life goes on
    Circumstances come, you will find survival
    Ooh so you're high on forgetting what you feel

    (Pre - chorus)

    (Chorus)

    ©jeelpatel

  • jeelpatel 3w

    French brew café

    (Verse - 1)

    Storm stirred sleep it's last night, linoleum floor
    Warm chest, cold pillow, shards of bones
    And I tried harder, to escape from nightmares
    But, gravity at 2 am confines me in blastin' brain
    Just few hours left, dawn will rise with dagger
    So, I'm turnin' and twistin' like whiskey in locked bottle

    (Pre - chorus)

    Ripped sneakers, hiding ankle Yin Yang tattoo
    I walk through city malls, beating phobic falls
    Exchanging sights of life in fog blue eyes
    Having little conversations at the bus stops
    Smile and let's go, day is waiting, waiting

    (Chorus)

    I wanna break down, wanna grow up,
    Let me grab Starbucks,in French brew café
    Gonna charging up my stubborn will
    It's high time, lemme accept this solitude
    Ooh ooh, yeah , ooh

    (Post- chorus)

    Life is gonna be dry redwood forests
    Human companions will disappear
    You will be lost in brown woods
    And you won't find old shack for stay
    So don't expect, but keep going on

    (Verse - 2)

    Overbaked emotions and trust, it's a last blow
    Detached heart, hugless hangouts, torn letters
    And I'm crying louder yet silently, midst ribbons
    To show celebration of time will must go on
    Far off lamplight will guide you, river clay will mend
    So, I'm losing and winning like badges in battles

    (Chorus)
    (Post chorus)

    ©jeelpatel

  • jeelpatel 4w

    March melody

    Red gaillardias bloom, wildflowers, in summer
    Burnin' joy on shoulders of sun, mirage on roads
    Water lost bodies, and sweat eaten skin cells
    Cabins, crews; still work through melting days

    Tanned, bomb heaten air; not so oil black skies
    Roof above bamboos, heaven for pedestrians
    Water pots, hung on the wires, for uncap birds
    Silent afternoons, strum of AC strings, march melody

    Wanderlust and hill stations, tourism soaked
    Mint-leaf juice cans, leather knapsacks, adventures
    Cold trees, hug them, listen the way they move
    Stories of seasons, lessons tuck in footnotes

    Linen clothes, baggy ones ride on hot engines
    Dawn and dusk, dropped temperature, a boon
    It's a time, charge up the bodies, in vacations
    For, blistered emotions crave for warmth, peace

    Withered poetries, spray self motivation, often
    Dry gardened hearts, but lioness blood it throbbs
    Let the eyes burn, clear vision you will get later
    Keep curtains close, dark rooms, find the real you

    ©jeelpatel