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  • redrube 33w

    the umbrella shade
    the snow cascade
    the pretty daisies
    still, the longing stays
    when the tears fell
    did you make a key
    for the walls you have made?

    the creased shirt
    the accumulated hurt
    the blue air
    look, how you inhale
    when the door opened
    did you make a run outside
    or stay back cuddling the rut?

    the blurry lights
    the changed sights
    the altered soul
    see, that's how you grow
    when the love began
    did you promise yourself
    that you're worth the fight?

    ***

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    the umbrella shade
    the snow cascade
    the pretty daisies
    still, the longing stays
    when the tears fell
    did you make a key
    for the walls you have made?

    ©redrube

  • redrube 37w

    a coffee mug standing still
    the warmth dying down, the essence fading away
    lights dim, soft music blaring
    how does it feel to get stranded in that beautiful mind
    like a child you're so frustrated with
    for it cannot take its messy grip off the stubbornness?

    you dance slowly, laugh heartily
    and your friends know this party ain't over without you
    but look at you, only one less validation
    and see how you overthink into sleepless nights
    your eyes shine in the dim red light, your eyes search for some light
    and your friends know not
    what paths you draw in your head,
    and if you really know where they lead to.

    you got twenty one things on your mind
    vague, unfixed, looming, except one
    the one you don't want, the one you can't get out
    the one you love, the one that hurts
    how did you reach here
    while you only followed the scent of the roses
    and walked with slippers made out of dandelion fluff?
    did you get too comfortable?

    you are holding onto a rope
    and you are tempted by the ends, so you climb to them
    but honey, aren't the ends the extremes?
    the extremes which are nothing but the remains?
    the remains, fragile, lost, and lifeless.

    when they say there's a light at the end of the tunnel
    do they tell you it's a hall of mirrors?
    and when you get out of it,
    there are twelve doors infront of you
    and only one leads to that beguiling shine?

    what do you do for your draining thoughts never leave?
    what do you do for you also crave peace?
    what do you do for this to become easy?
    put in the work, maybe?
    climb out of the comfort, maybe?
    maybe, find your answers in the greys.
    maybe, be patient while you're stranded.

    ***

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    how did you reach here
    while you only followed the scent of the roses
    and walked with slippers made out of dandelion fluff?
    did you get too comfortable?

    ©redrube

  • redrube 49w

    how do you love, i wonder
    planting tender kisses, deciphering moist eyes
    and teasing with gentle touches, maybe
    do you lay in your bed
    shuffling all your thoughts,
    embellishing them with the shine
    you saw in your orbs
    when you were thinking about them?

    have we ever been in love, i wonder
    with h alf-filled cracks of a broken glass soul
    with all the cravings of a firm hand
    weighing down on your waist
    while you sleep into the night

    are we just so desperate, i wonder
    for someone just to be there
    sometimes to not hold, listen, or say
    but just be there, share the same air that we breathe
    sometimes it's just the space that matters
    the space that we demand so shamelessly,
    quite rebelliously

    why has this feeling become so complicated, i wonder
    how did these lines blur away?
    did we become too lazy to label it?
    perhaps we became too reckless,
    labelled everything it

    look at us, in quest of love in the lamest of things
    in a text reply with vague words
    in one casual comment amongst twenty others
    in one look that lingered on you just a bit longer
    or in a mistaken touch, too sedative

    in an expectant mind lies countless misunderstandings
    in an expectant heart lies lavish hurt

    what is this love that we crave for?
    where is this love that we crave for?

    have we waited here too long for it to appear?
    maybe, it never lurked in here, you remember?
    .
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    how did these lines blur away?
    did we become too lazy to label it?
    perhaps we became too reckless,
    labelled everything it.

    ©redrube

  • redrube 56w

    do you think insanity starts
    with the vanity in one's sanity?

    you've got eyes to see
    and yet look how blind you are
    to emotions, to your heart, to yourself
    you've got voice to scream
    and yet look how you whisper
    to an empty brain box, to the air around, to the void within
    you've got fingers to caress
    and yet look how you hold a blade
    to play, to scare, to cut

    too sane, ain't you?

    you've got beautiful words to say
    you've got soft hands to hold
    you've got feelings to care
    and there you go,
    breakin' hearts,
    smokin' away,
    drinkin' down
    all your misery
    there you go,
    running long
    because you've got steady legs to run
    and see how you do
    and see how they do what they are meant to
    you've got steady legs that run
    and yet look how sometimes you just can't.

    too insane, ain't you?

    ***

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    too insane, ain't you?

    ©redrubie

  • redrube 61w

    here lies a blank white paper
    little specs of black ink
    decorating the dead layer
    like the scars on a tormented body
    beautiful, underrated, triumphant

    here lies a blank white paper
    all its edges razor-sharp
    so when you graze it casually
    make sure you have steel fingers
    for a form made of unsaid words
    and concealed emotions,
    pocketed hurt and unshared joy
    so make sure when you see blood
    on your hands, you don't falter
    but use it as an extra colour to your palatte

    here lies a blank white paper
    its corners giving away its age
    the dirt on it telling you
    the number of times its been touched
    exploited and ruined
    seizing away its aesthetics
    like a ring without its diamonds
    would it still look as pretty?
    would you not discard it?

    here lies a white paper
    now with the black specs connected
    randomly, for sure
    with a light hand but a heavy heart
    see, you make gorgeous art
    with the rebellious edges and
    what seem as stained corners
    for what you possess
    is a shiny mix of everything yours
    true, pure, and unapologetic

    so when they ask you
    what you'd do for all that
    cuts and scars on that smooth skin
    tell them you'd connect them all
    like the colours kissing
    the dead layer
    of the blank white paper

    ***

    Almost like rising from dead, hahaha
    Hey!

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    see, you make gorgeous art
    with the rebellious edges and
    what seem as stained corners
    for what you possess
    is a shiny mix of everything yours
    true, pure, and unapologetic

    ©redrubie

  • redrube 71w

    when you decide to draw a line
    do you also decide how bright
    it would be?
    when you draw a line
    do you realise one smudge
    can make an irrevocable change?

    between all the love and hate
    do you see the silver?
    one light blow to it
    and do you see how it makes
    both the sides shimmer?

    hypocrisy highlights the truth
    and deceives the conceit
    so when you recognize it,
    between the applause and annoyance
    do you draw the line?
    maybe a little bit of one in other
    blends perfectly like bourbon
    and a splash of water.

    have you noticed
    hints of different shades
    make some of the most
    beautiful fine art?
    how blue skies with pink strokes
    and fifty shades of grey
    become overwhelmingly enchanting?

    it all starts with a line
    noticeably thick or
    ignorably thin
    but it does
    and when you know
    how far you should smudge it
    it is all what makes the difference.

    so trust me
    when i say let's draw a line and
    when i say let's draw a line
    let's.

    ***
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    between the applause and annoyance
    do you draw the line?

    ©redrubie

  • redrube 80w

    it's comforting, the colour blue
    when it spreads wide
    with hints of dovish whites
    when it finds its truce
    with the kingly turquoise
    .
    when you look at someone
    .
    blue suffices the soul
    blue is its ultimacy
    when it's healing,
    when it's at the right place
    when it's at peace with itself
    .
    blue is the soul music
    .
    a loner's chance at love
    a dying man's last wish
    a woman's honour
    a man's emotions
    all different shades of blue
    waiting for a nod
    .
    untouched and unexplored
    .
    blue is all things good
    blue is all things brave
    blue is the unborn feelings
    not yet acknowledged
    and in the strokes of this
    comforting colour
    my favourite one
    exists in your eyes

    ***
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    blue suffices the soul
    blue is its ultimacy

    ©redrubie

  • redrube 83w

    at ten in the morning while i was having my breakfast
    on my bed while i scrolled through memes
    and forwarded it to my friends
    what were you thinking?
    while i was laughing uncontrollably
    were you contemplating the meaning of life?
    were you thinking that the laughs don't make
    any more sense to you now
    or were you standing in your balcony
    wondering that the birds chirping didn't sound so good
    and that the curtain of superficiality doesnt appeal you anymore?

    when i woke up this morning thinking i have nothing to do today
    but just watch a comedy or a thriller movie,
    what were you thinking?
    did you wake up thinking that this was the last sunrise you wanted to see
    and that there were no days, people, moments you were looking forward to?
    or did you just not sleep the whole night
    contemplating if you really wanted to go away and find your peace?

    last night while i closed the curtains and switched on the air conditioner
    to make my surrounding cozy so that i can sleep well
    what were you thinking?
    did you cry yourself at night
    wetting your pillows and the blanket edges
    or did you let your heart break crack by crack
    wanting to let it happen anyway?
    did you stop hoping from this bright light so much because
    your soul reeked of darkness?
    was there not even a little space where the light could have hidden?
    did we frustrate you so much?
    did we kill you slowly?

    when i was gossiping with my girlfriends in our whatsapp group
    and complaining how unfair the life could be
    what were you thinking?
    were you firm on returning back to where you came from
    or maybe you thought you want to see one more day, the last one, really the last one?
    did you run around your house to find a cloth or a blade
    or just looked at that beautifully decorated balcony with little plants
    to jump out from
    or had you already planned the course of events?

    what were you thinking when that moment had finally arrived?
    did you feel like you are going to miss the train
    as it kept moving, slow, and then fast,
    while you tried to get a hold of that compartment pole
    or did you feel like you were already in that moving train,
    with a breezy window seat
    but now you wanted to get down
    and the train didnt seem to stop
    so you finally just jumped out of it?

    what were you thinking?
    what were you thinking?
    why wouldn't you let us know?

    what was i thinking?
    what was i thinking when all of this happened?
    why wasnt i able to figure out?
    why wasnt i able to know more of you?

    we failed, and as we cry in despair
    we hope that you lay in peace
    in a world you desperately wanted to visit.

    @redrubie

    ***

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    Just wanted to vent out.

  • redrube 84w

    A parachute fuelled with
    Thousand memories
    A playlist of laughs
    And sweet moans
    A collection of last pages
    Red hearts scribbled on
    With our initials in it
    And the flames of our names,
    The air that you just breathed out
    The air that I just breathed in
    It smells the same
    Of love and longing
    Of passion and persistence.
    Love is a drug so tasteful
    A medicine to cure
    A poison to kill
    An armament to war
    And you don't seem to know
    What you want
    What you desire
    To murder
    Or to attain peace
    To gain penance
    Or to end it with
    One swift slit.

    ***

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    Love is a drug so tasteful
    A medicine to cure
    A poison to kill
    An armament to war

    ©redrubie

  • redrube 85w

    you sit there mindlessly scrolling
    through your Instagram feed
    wondering how to deal with the
    why-am-I-never-enough feeling
    struggling to acknowledge your emotions
    struggling to stifle them, sometimes
    and as you wander in the unnamed places

    a dear friend texts:
    "this is so frustrating. i don't know what to do!"
    followed by a series of crying emoticons.
    and like a push button activating
    you exit the Instagram
    and you exit that corner of your mind
    labelled "self"
    and you Genie yourself
    strong, obedient and attentive.

    you ask them what's going on
    you ask them if they are okay.
    and when they say they aren't
    you try to be an uncertified therapist
    preaching them with your know-all knowledge
    giving them options and alternate scenarios
    pointing out the what-ifs and but-thens
    reminding them of their reversed attitude
    and the effortless pain that they faced.

    you act like sand that the water gorges on
    the sand that still is somehow there
    like the rainbow originating from nowhere
    but still leading you to your destination
    You tear their whites from the blacks
    while You forget yours.

    you act like a piece of iron
    you act like an ocean
    and as you do, you try your best
    to put the band-aids on the scars
    of the people, and sometimes rip them off, too
    to let their wounds rest
    to set the fire off
    to heal them

    and while every bruise you nurse
    and every crack that you fill up
    do you ever wonder
    if you help heal others hoping it
    to heal yourself?

    ***

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    do you ever wonder
    if you help heal others hoping it
    to heal yourself?

    ©redrubie