Mirakee
Sometimes just before making the greatest breakthrough might feel like touching the face of death...
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An abstract visionary weaving poetry with her dreams, visions and reflections...
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Pins and Needles
And let it settle in
the unsaid and
the lingering silences
that were echoing
in your bones,
it is so much
of piling baggage
you were carrying
like a badge
you couldn't unpin,
you befriend the weight
a loyal friend,
the despondency only
seems to grow on you
like a child savouring
his favourite lollipop
bitter sweet it
harms and heals,
a piercing pleasure
in the pain,
you are no lover,
if you have never greeted
the pain...
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Ownership
You are bound still
slavery is a choice,
when you fail to
distinguish who
was the one enslaved,
and who was
the entity
that mastered
your mind...
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There will only be space for growth when you release the grief...
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When you encounter hurdles in your way don't change direction, embrace the friction...
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We are stuck to the glue of our conditioning and the cocoon of ignorance only grows in size yet incapable of even accommodating a fly...
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If you believe that your way knows where your footprints are destined, then every route will converge with your purpose...
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"The biggest reassurance you can gift yourself is the realisation of always having yourself..."
-Nitya BhatiaThe Constant
I know in the end
we will only
have ourselves
to fall back on,
and gather the remains
of what is left of us,
but isn't it a
blessing,
almost a boon,
to greet the
expansive realisation,
that we will
be held,
always by ourselves,
even when the
fall seems fatal...
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And we feel that the reality we percieve is the only reality to ever exist...
-nitya bhatia
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You see that
in the other,
with a tainted glass
strokes of shades,
your vision painted,
your perceptions
determine the reality
you frame,
your doing,
does to you,
your mind
and every
scenic view,
in the end,
is only a reflection
of what lies
inside of you...
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Astray
And maybe we were
too caught up
trying to reach,
immeasurable heights,
that we lost our way,
chasing the face of victory...
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To Be A Writer
Sometimes it is a tragedy to be a writer, but mostly it is just a way of bringing yourself back from the grave. It is jumping off a cliff and yet escaping unhurt.
That is how you live, that is how you love. It will be short, it will be sweet and your words will burn with a fury long after your footprints leave the earth.
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Read MoreA slightly dystopic fictional piece with a semi-positive ending.
WOEBEGONE
by Carolyn Glackin
'Twas in the ebbing twilight
Of my sordid woeful years
When I reached out past the folly
Of my neverending tears
My mind, a cluttered wasteland
Wherein, my train of thought derailed
My resolve was lying dormant
Like a ship that never sailed
Maligned by outside forces
Whose names I never knew
Their spurious conjecture
'Twas a thing I did eschew
And woe betide the bedrock
On which this town was built
'Tis now reduced to rubble
A harbinger of guilt
A future deigned uncertain
A past that's blocked by pills
The present moment squandered
By seekers of cheap thrills
Yet we must resolve this madness
Let's not forego it one more season
The results could be quite dreadful
I bespeak the truth of reason
Oh the lexicon of youth
Shall lead us all astray
Straight down the rabbit's hole
Where poor Alice went to play
Enticed by new surroundings
Blinded by distractions
Yet soon we understand
Neither bring us satisfaction
And to undo what we have done
Will require a change in thinking
I pray it happens soon
For the ship's already sinking
Although my armaments are words
And oft verbose are my munitions
I'll not wage a verbal war
At the risk of my perdition
Yet all the while my faith is strong
Ever present through the years
Ergo, with hope and love and trust
One day we'll rise above our tears.
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Read MoreAutumns draped in maples,
Summers baked in pain,
Winters caped in purples,
Monsoons taped in lullaby of rain.
All of them repeat gaining nothin'
To just change someone's day.
- thesunshineloves
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We cannot change anything until we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses.
- Carl Jung
