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    Sanguine

    A work done perfunctorily
    will emanate sanguine results.
    Hang in there,
    for that is all one can do
    when the winds blow
    and the night is upon us,
    waiting for the dawn to break.

    ©the_speccy_outsider

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    Peace and tranquility seem like a dream to me. So ironical though, as dreams are the reason for my misery. These dreams, they don't allow me to shut my eyes as they fear their existence would never become a reality. They fear they'll be another forgotten chapter. Hence, they pound on my imagination to carve their place.

    I'm tired now! Tired of dreaming. Tired of telling myself that the silver lining is just around the corner. Tired of reminding myself that the gazebo of darkness will lead me to my home, to my sunshine. Tired of pacifying myself that this too shall pass. Tired of consoling myself, for this is just a phase.

    My heart wants to take control but my head won't leave the throne. I guess I gave too much power to it as now it possesses more than me. Forcing me to relinquish control over my very own body.

    As a kid, dreams fascinated me. For how our imagination could construct a world of itself. Where everything goes according to our desire. Nothing to worry about at all. And in this procedure of faking a world, I lost control on the real one.

    I have no idea what I want anymore. Do I want to put a smile and believe everything will be fine, or do I want to stay betwixt the cobwebs of the dark attic where I'm a prisoner currently? For I've lost track of everything. Discombobulated to the core.

    ©the_speccy_outsider

    #rhetoric

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    Discombobulated

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    What else would you call an Obituary to Love
    A stygian abyss of lies
    As it is to be carried out with limitations
    Love Is Love they manifest
    But silenced are those who try to preach it

    ©the_speccy_outsider

    #obituary #stygianc

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    Obituary
    To
    Love

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    He's a fervent believer in fiction,
    For it polishes his ability to escape reality.
    Whenever situations emanate claustrophobia,
    He opens the door to a yonder land.

    There reside myriad of stories augmenting faith,
    In what seems but a mere beguiling illusion.
    Where cantankerous fallacies dance,
    Overriding logic and sense.

    That is what Art does, and he being passionate,
    Avidly allows it to induce cyclical timelines.
    Thus painting a humongous fresco that makes,
    Pragmatism seem like a forgotten dream.

    Fiction is deceitful and sometimes diabolical,
    Eradicating our grasp on what was once real.
    But the irony isn't lost here for He,
    Is fed-up of choosing reality, for perpetuity.

    ©the_speccy_outsider

    #fresco #imemyselfc

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    Fiction

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    She is resilient
    She possesses power
    She captures the essence of life
    She epitomizes emotions
    She loves beyond boundaries
    She has a heart full of compassion
    She cavorts with avidity
    She expresses herself through exposition
    She has a rich legacy to offer

    She can't be suppressed now
    She has found a voice
    She has been through a lot
    She endured it all
    She managed to survive
    She fought back ferociously
    She is a lead contributor to the world
    She meticulously promoted Art
    She cajoled the Devil

    She is beauty
    She is bold
    She is free
    She is the future
    She made scars of the past burn

    For She is what we call, Valour

    ©the_speccy_outsider

    #free #burnc

    Here's wishing all the beautiful women a very Happy Women's Day!

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    Valour

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    The frame on the wall speaks to me, in a language lost in memories of her. It was as though looking into a mirror, except that there wasn't one. She loathed them for they highlighted her flaws. She felt that the mirrors laughed at her, calling her a chimerical creature. Hence, she loved midnight when everything was dark and pointing out one' flaws was a difficult task.

    It was madness though, for the flakes of winter were announcing their arrival. It was the end of November. The chilly weather worked like a seed for our soulful proximity. It wasn't physical, just plain platonic.

    Never in my wildest dreams I thought that the most romantic thing in this world would be walking down the road under moonlight with cold winds covering us like a cosy blanket. A subtle yet dignified way of expressing admiration. Although, it is nothing but pure madness that makes one do certain things that seem frivolous at first but start to make sense once a revelatory realisation occurs. Of nothing but a feeling, a deep and pure feeling.

    Love is always depicted as a flight of stairs. One goes upwards when a certain chronology is followed. That is how they do it these days, a pre-planned chronological procedure. Gone are those days when one could feel the heat from a distance. When actual fireworks used to take place, bestowing one with the feeling of satisfaction which can be mirrored when November descends into December. Transcending into a world that is astray whilst in the company of tranquility.

    //Like a native shelter it protects us with appease of bewitchingly dignified intimacy//

    ©the_speccy_outsider

    #nomirrors #subtle #shelter #talkingframes #stairs #seed #flowerhaiku #winds #eulogyc #flakesc #midnightc #chimericalc #madnessc #picturec

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    Platonic

    Like the blooming of
    Yellow rose that signifies
    The Platonic Love

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    If I were a tree. A tree that signified promises of perfection. Bearing the fruits of idealism and the buds of purity. What if this universe had thousands of perfect trees with apt arborescent qualities. There'd be no broken bulbs contaminating the sacred environment.

    During the days of yore, trees were worshipped as a symbol of virtue. Although, it is a bit subfusc now. As the definition of perfection has taken a drastic change.

    For quite a while, not showing one's weakness, being blasphemous, being obnoxious, speaking ill, bullying, indulging in partisanship and chauvinism, formed the core rainbow of discrepant perfection, as poems for the same were proudly recited.

    Etching a deep wound on those who were outcasts, like those trees that were unable to bear fruits or flowers, being left forlorn for eternity. Snatching away the strings of their heartbeat.

    But the fertilization of trees is different these days. As they don't boast of its fruits possessing the same definition of perfection. The days are different now. It is being comprehended that it isn't necessarily a virtue to be crowned with perfection as it is nothing but an overrated myth.

    Hence, a farm or a garden that has imperfect trees or plants is considered vogue. Expressing weaknesses and exposing flaws is considered as audacity. And the same shall prevail.

    //Imperfection is the invisible trance with echos of obscured cacophony//

    ©the_speccy_outsider

    #personify #trance #obscure #invisible #universe #oldschooltravel #echo #perfectionc #subfuscc #rainbowc #bulbc #rememberc #bingoc

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    (Im)Perfection

    I remember being Vulnerable
    I remember having Anxiety
    I remember frequently embarrassing myself
    I remember dealing with multiple failures
    I remember still being a brave Imperfectionist

  • the_speccy_outsider 11w

    She knew
    How to spread positivity,
    Even in severe dilemmas.
    For she'd seen it all,
    Struggles, stereotypes, failures
    But her attitude towards Life,
    Was one bewitching thing.
    Perpetually she sent,
    Love, to those who
    Were dear to her.
    When she found a magical land
    She expressed her desires
    To speak her mind with elegance
    Appreciating the beauty that was around.
    She made soulful relations
    Sisters,
    A brother,
    Two lovers, who fought for her admiration,
    A Bearie,
    And a Birdie.
    But she had a duty to fulfill
    And to leave the land was the only option
    Albeit she was nowhere to be seen around
    Betwixt the lexicons of beauty
    Still she was omnipresent
    For the relations she made
    Remembered her
    And still do, to this date
    As that's the kind of person she is
    A Strong Little Girl!

    ©the_speccy_outsider

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    Here's wishing the first friend that I made here. @sunenasharma
    Even though you decided to leave this platform. You still are here. Your words, poetries, comments, banter and most importantly your positivity is carved permanently. And it won't fade, ever.

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    Strong Little Girl

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    Demarcation isn't an attribute to possess
    Earning the strength of a Phoenix is his game
    Encompassing himself with the valiance of a Bear
    Pristine bliss is showered through his words
    Each verdant memory shining like epiphany
    Symphony of poetries is a gift he beholds
    Humbly becoming a connoisseur of lexicons

    Here's wishing you a very Happy Birthday @phoenix_in_ashes Thank you for being an inspiration, and a kind soul. Someone who now I can call a friend. May you get all that you desire!

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    Phoenix above Ashes

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    Goodbye to the past for it showed us what we weren't aware of. This ferocious wave of discrepancies that was going to engulf the entire world.

    Some of us learnt new skills, some polished their existing ones. Some stayed at home in the comforts of being amidst family members, some worked day and night to save a plethora of lives. Some got much addicted to the digital medium, some had to learn the basics of the same from scratch. Some were faced with the dilemma of physical pain, some had to bear the burn of mental ones.

    Some were draped with the rug of warmth from loved ones, some couldn't even see their near and dear ones. Some broke rules to go out just for the sake of it, some had to walk miles to reach their respective houses. Some were adamant on spreading venom and pessimism, some taught us to stay positive and to hope, for a merrier morning. Some earned huge amounts, some lost everything they ever had.

    Some found ways to stay fit, some fell down deep in the abyss of indolence. Some welcomed their little ones into this world, some bid sorrowful goodbyes to their family members or acquaintances. Some got along with the new normal, some were exasperated with their caged life.

    But the common thought that each and every individual in this world had, was to see a new year. A year of hope, of a better start. Where all the wrongs will be converted into rights. All sorrows into happiness. All tears into glee. And ironically, all the Positives into the Negatives. And that too, forever.

    ©the_speccy_outsider

    #farewell

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    A Year Less Ordinary