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  • umorok 1d

    Cheers to writing!

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    Writing

    The enticing sweetness swirled slowly in a glass of whiskey residing in the heart of sad poems,
    The ache of longing neatly gift wrapped in saliency of tender yearning found in lovers poems,
    The bursts of bubbly happiness floating around with every clap in the rhyme of children's poems,
    The concrete truth of bricks of politically correct words set in relevant time's contemporary poems,
    The sharp edges of glistening fear trapped in the blood bleeding eyes staring out of horror poems,
    The precariously hidden tumultuousness in every twisted conformance of abstract poems,
    The courageous words saluting the bravery in sacrificing veins of every patriot's poems,
    The belief emanating in the soul of prayers with every chant of a true believer's poems,
    The saccharine tinkle in the chime of lips kissing words uttered with everyday such poems,
    Infinite one liner, rhymic-unrhymic myriad of compositions emanates from the ardent soul-seat of a poet,
    Never to run dry, never to abandon, the words' waterfall is forever abound to the envisioning heart of a poet.

    ©umorok

  • umorok 1d

    Abstract Void

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    Void

    In today's wide sky, I found yesterday's slumber comfortably entwined with tomorrow's dreams.
    I was only a pause in time before consciousness took upon itself and nudged me to walk forward with time.
    My so-called vast 'knowing' of things shrunk infinitesimally as I learn more of things that I actually don't know about.
    Words halted mid-sentence as exclamations in my mind carried me to a whole new dimension forcing me to cast off the fetters of these words, so definitive and concrete.
    Fading away to anonymity entices me with a giddiness as time and again I learn that I came from nothing and I know nothing.
    From void I set off, holding void within, to void I travel.
    This moment of truth makes no sense with words, never will. Just being present in it, witnessing it in it's momentary infinite glory is the only subtle truth.
    Feel the presence of you in time, here and now.

    ©umorok

  • umorok 3d

    Fractal World

    My fractal world,
    dotted with hiccups and sudden brakes,
    stymied by invisible nose crushing walls
    and high threshold of pain,
    coloured with foolish bruises
    tattooed with ink from bursts of bravado,
    fine tuned with fictional optimism
    and sporadic snorted laughter from within,
    zoom in only to find myself
    drowning happily
    in myriad of kaleidoscopic mirror
    reflecting happy-sad theatrics
    of a(my) face, very unfamiliar.

    Zoom out
    only to scrunch my face in utter confusion
    and that thus completes the comic relief,
    as within so without.

    ©umorok

  • umorok 5d

    ...and there are days like this...

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    Burnt my tongue at the first sip
    Nevertheless,undeterred and rather exalted
    I drained the liquid gold down my throat
    Carried on through the day on a high note
    When lunch hour alarm rang through my growling stomach
    Anticipation salivated at the sight of gastronomic display
    Rushed through the dishes with high expectations
    Just to find everything tasted just weird and prickly
    That's when realisation dawned on me quickly
    Oh, I burnt my tongue at the first sip!

    ©umorok

  • umorok 1w

    How are you today?
    No, how really are you today?

    Have you found the courage
    to look into the eyes of the person
    staring back at you in the mirror
    without passing a judgement?

    ©umorok

  • umorok 1w

    That Little Blue Bird

    Bukowski kept the little bluebird in his heart yet he shared the bluebird's frenzied melancholy with us,in the passing.

    Will he ever know?, that some of us who discover that familiar little blue bird within our heart, embrace it's melancholy and dive deep within our monochromatic hearts to curl up like a foetus, to be in one eternal sleep.

    ©umorok

  • umorok 3w

    This is not the end, right?

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    The End?

    I see no way forward, I'm suffering from 'lack of better words'.
    I stumble upon the flow of my thoughts,
    I just sit and stare at the blank page in front of me.
    I search for a point to start somewhere,
    I 'will' myself to write something, nothing, anything.
    Every turn I take, I bump into a wall.
    A hurricane of words churning in my mind as I look upon the night sky but still unable to construct a proper meaningful heart touching sentence.
    This feels like the end of the world to me.

    ©umorok

  • umorok 4w

    Existence

    Damn this feeling of abandonment and disheartened mess.
    Damn the theory of 'yes,but you still have to carry on'.
    Damn this knowledge that has left me insecure in the end.
    Damn this habit of spiralling down the tabooed path.
    Damn this poem that chops the head and tail of rhyme.
    Damn this existence,which doesn't let me breathe in peace.
    Damn this life,which keeps on existing without clarity.
    Damn! Cheers to that!

    ©umorok

  • umorok 4w

    Purpose?

    My journey to silence,
    now when I'm this close to it,
    all of a sudden
    I find asking myself,
    The purpose?
    And what I find around me
    are only bits and pieces of answers
    haunted by broken moonlight
    of a lonely lonely night.

    ©umorok

  • umorok 4w

    Rumble

    "Achoo" I'm sorry,said the sun and
    sniff-whiffed on a crinkled cloud tissue.
    "Bless you" whispered the sunflower and
    nodded with the wind's whiz and swoosh.
    Bees buzzed it's rotund ring of yellow & black
    to match the nod of the sunflower's head.
    Looking at the whirr-whop,fizz-fuzz, zip-zap-zoom around,
    the sky tittered and toppled and tumbled,a series of laughter unbound.
    It rolled and rumbled and clapped and cackled,
    chortling in spat of boom and bam and lightning babel.

    ©umorok