From cluster of Mankind
Comes the vulnerabilities
And insecurity of every human entity
Their anxieties and nullification.
Every time I look up in the skies
I see ourselves beneath
With the flame in my eyes
I always wish I had no
Of the things which have
Running from the responsibilities
Of the knots made up in our minds
I can never offer my complete
Dedication for something
That’s of no existence.
To act or to pretend
Requires no bullshit reason
Sedating from fantasies
Have no explanation.
We are all Humane
Pursuing a dream which
Was never ours.
I hope someday when
We do realize
What’s our purpose for living
We thrive as a wholesome
To achieve the impossible.
I fight against this pain
I fight against this anger
I fight against this agony
I’m going against myself.
I fight against my nightmares
I fight against these people
I fight against the world
I’m going against myself.
I fight against the truth
I fight against the lies
I fight against reality
I fight against these vigorous thoughts
I’m fighting myself.
To be concise, and clear
I trust no one
You didn’t break me
You never will.
You can’t win a war
In which I refused to fight.
I’m using all of my
might to fight this fight
to prove what’s right
living in the dark
running from the light
with a troubled soul
and captious mind.
Your pretentious verbosity
and suppresses clarity
I could keep ignoring the facts
Disregard, every red flag you
drift in front of my face
Only to pretend things are alright
until I go off the edge
But doesn’t that seem obnoxious
So I’d rather keep myself
In solitary with some peace.
Rant and rave
Scream and shout
You don’t know what you’re talking about
Screech and yell
Wail and cry
Their flaws are blind to your eye
These people you worship
are no saints
This obsession you have
makes you the one to blame.
the point is
there is no point
It’s just the riddance
and that’s all
from my side.
Being apart and lonely is like rain
It climbs towards evening on the long beaches
from the grounds, rolling and remote
it climbs to the heaven
which is its old endure.
Only when leaving heaven drops upon the city
to the places where I used to roam
with the spiritual vibes
part out of longing, part daring myself
part to see that widening of the world
part to find the broken soul.
Closing in one with the disheartened flowers
Like the migrant birds in the showers
Shining high up in the skies
And all the movement of the natural hours
Turning into a melodious rhyme.
My eyes paved a rusted river
Spilling upon the mirror
And I drew another dream chasing
breath and realised
Only the wind knows the way
Along the pavement today.
Yet only my death will reveal the last
Thing wandering within the words I say.
all I can do is toss the anchor
but maybe I’m not strong enough to tow it back in
and the universe hasn’t the time to wait.
For that, I am so sorry.
P.S- I’m in love with writing poetries these days.
Two decades of silent and grieving pours
Sadly no islands to explore
Only snow mountains in my dreams
That are vastly full of lifeless streams
Wailing rains have stopped
But only can I hear was the sound of my echo
This one pour of flood
has caused many terrors and blood.
In such devastating times,
I sleep on shattered glass,
And bleed darkness,
Into the blackened sky,
For hope is lost,
Death has taken everything,
But my steady heartbeat,
And left me to live,
In this Desolation.
“We’re the middle children of the history man,
no purpose or place,
we have no Great war,
no Great depression,
our great war is a spiritual war,
our great depression is our lives,
we’ve been all raised by television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars,
but we won’t and we’re slowly learning that fact.
and we’re very very pissed off.” – Tyler Durden (Fight Club)
I had a trillion words to say
a billion emotions to express
a million burdens to dump
& thousand shackles to unchain
uncountable encounters with pain.
lost in dreams of things. again.
I get so lost in thought of life
that I forget to start living mine.
Rules for this challenge:-
- A quote each day for 3 days
- 3 different nominees each day
- Inform the nominees
My quote –
“This adventure is made possible by generations of searchers strictly adherent to a simple set of rules. Test ideas by experiments and observations. Build on those ideas that pass the test. Reject the ones that fail. Follow the evidence wherever it leads, and question everything. Accept these terms, and the cosmos is yours.” – Neil deGrasse Tyson
The tenacity of life is mind-boggling and there is nothing more intriguing to my life than the Evolution of Life perhaps say ‘The Cosmos’
My nominees –
˄ I’m still a newbie blogger and quite sure you guys might have done this already so no worries if you don’t wanna do it again. Cheers!
Behind every song, there is an untold story.
Well, here I present mine.
This is my world, this is my arena
The TV told me something different I didn’t believe it
I stand here in front of you today all because of an idea
I could be who I wanted if I could see my potential
And I know that one day Imma be him
Put the gloves on, sparring with my ego
Everyone’s greatest obstacle, I beat ’em
Celebrate that achievement
Got some attachments, some baggage I’m actually working on leaving
See, I observed Escher
I love Basquiat
I watched Keith Haring
You see I study art
The greats weren’t great because at birth they could paint
The greats were great cause they paint a lot
I will not be a statistic
Just let me be
No child left behind, that’s the American scheme
I make my living off of words
And do what I love for work
And got around 980 on my SATs
Take that system, what did you expect?
Generation of kids choosing love over a desk
Put those hours in and look at what you get
Nothing that you can hold, but everything that it is
Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
Ten thousand hands, they carry me
Same shit, different day, same struggle
Slow motion as time slips through my knuckles
Nothing beautiful about it, no light at the tunnel
For the people that put the passion before them being comfortable
Raw, unmedicated heart no substitute
Banging on table tops, no substitute
I’m feeling better than ever man, what is up with you?
Scraping my knuckles, I’m battling with some drug abuse
I lost another friend, got another call from a sister
And I speak for the people that share that struggle too
Like they got something bruised
My only rehabilitation was the sweat, tears and blood when up in the booth…
These lyrics have been stuck in my mind ever since it I heard them.
I couldn’t resist sharing this masterpiece, at least in my honest opinion.