wordsbykarma

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i am you from another life and time.

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  • wordsbykarma 1w

    I am irrevocably disrupted by this absolute isolation of the human mind. It is beyond painful to not see life through your eyes. There are times when i have glimpsed perhaps a fragment of your entirety, but every other interaction seems to be a failed attempt. I can't help but feel like a punchline to the universe, a cosmic joke of nothingness pretending to be something.
    Is this fair?

    When i look at you -
    I know i am only seeing myself in different shapes,
    The same heart of the universe fragmented into two.
    And yet your silence is like a downhearted revelation
    of an old friend refusing to recognise me.
    Is yearning to be understood an act of rebellion in the eyes of the universe?

    I have no idea what you humans are doing,
    but it doesn't seem very human.
    Of all mysteries of this life, and in world,
    you have forgotten to touch into your own.

    Perhaps the only appropriate answer is a slight smile.
    No other answer is sane.


    ©wordsbykarma

  • wordsbykarma 4w

    Freedom

    I am locked onto a strange paradox.
    A recurring emotion of emptiness - a volatile realisation that my memories aren't really mine. Amidst the circadian smokescreen of all human activity, I see myself as a collector, at most a mere witness.

    I accept the daytime lies of my politicians.
    I welcome the evening news of insurgence against establishments.
    I see past your lies of a hopeful world.
    I even smile at your wicked games of hide and seek.

    No, i am not bitter. I do not feel resentment towards flaws of humanity. I see everyone's reason for doing 'things'.

    In the end - we are all just collectors.
    Witnesseing this world through our eyes on borrowed time.
    Collecting experiences, stockpiling memories; Only for them to be pulled away in a backward trance.

    You and I are both locked onto this paradox. And sooner or later this debt must be paid with memories.


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  • wordsbykarma 7w

    We're all just playing hide and seek






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  • wordsbykarma 18w

    In all honesty, I do not believe I exist.
    Atleast the entity I know to be 'sandeep' doesn't.

    He is a makeshift identity, a collective figment of happenings over the years. A purposeless armour that protects from nothing, and obstructs light.

    I have grown weary of his theatre act-
    his experiences, his responses to those experiences,
    his mock-up imitation game to becoming the ideal man.
    I am exhausted with his constant race of strength
    between what he believes to be right and wrong.

    I find it no longer captivating.

    I am currently struggling between
    play-acting sandeep- my thoughts,
    and becoming myself- the observer of them.
    It has been difficult. I am aware of how unaware I am

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  • wordsbykarma 23w

    and when noone was around,
    i saw you catch a glimpse of your own self.⠀

    You stood by a mirror, staring at your reflection, trying to shatter the illusion that there was something greater to achieve than our own selves.

    I remember you going breathless over volatile ideas that would change the world ;
    and the moment after
    when you would give up into my silence,
    not realising i cluelessly stared into your space, admiring you.⠀

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  • wordsbykarma 23w

    I am both awed and disrupted by the idea of having a 'soulmate' .
    ⁣⁣⁣⁣
    Someone in particular marked for us to share this experience with,
    the idea is truly beautiful. ⁣⁣
    Yet i cannot help but doubt this as some surreal abstraction.

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  • wordsbykarma 23w

    I know you are afraid⁣ of being forgotten,⁣
    of becoming a blurry memory⁣
    lost in oblivion for eternity.⁣

    I see it in your eyes⁣
    how it terrifies you -⁣ picturing death,
    seeing yourself merge into me - nothingness.⁣

    But know this –
    ⁣I have inked ⁣a deeper sense of your being
    onto myself, one that will remain.⁣
    Your story will speak ⁣
    of warmth, bewilderment and chaos.⁣
    And ⁣through me, they will pass on ⁣
    to another reckless heart.⁣

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  • wordsbykarma 23w

    I was astounded at how the Universe
    kept your story so perfectly hidden from mine.⁣⁣
    It seemed as if the light entering your eyes was a gift - destined solely for you and no one else.⁣⁣⁣
    ⁣⁣⁣
    I saw your mind race into
    an entirely different dimension.
    It was meaningless to chase.⁣⁣⁣

    There was no window or aperture
    which would enable me to see , hear and feel
    the world as you do.

    Our stories, in this brief moment of being alive –⁣⁣⁣
    ran beautifully alongside each other like parallel lines.⁣⁣⁣
    There was no need for collisions.⁣⁣⁣
    We were meant to get lost in infinity.


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  • wordsbykarma 23w

    In my earthly maneuvers
    I have fed my ego worthlessly,
    entangling my being
    around a false sense of identity.

    I know i will spend an eternity
    venturing into my own self,
    across many lives
    riddled in different times.

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  • wordsbykarma 23w

    I write this to you
    believing I am writing to myself
    from another lifetime.

    To another witness of another dance -
    Regardless of what seems to be true
    for the future of humanity,
    there is always hope in you.


    ©wordsbykarma