How can you survive
When you have nothing to lose, but one?
How can you not survive,
When you have nothing to lose but one?
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Words? Play with silence.
Brooklyn road to an attic
They say a poet’s journey is through exploration- of self and the being, searching for the scoundrel head leaving unto beauty. A good poet in achieving high degree of finesse must learn to make his demons clash within himself, and destroy, yet seek power. Of all biblical fortunes, most are to be broken and cursed.
A jeering effort to exemplify all repetition and all new, yet to repeat again, yet again. In a quest for incompleteness, nothingness only to make it complete and whole by securing insufficiently the other half of what we all know. It’s all ego, all escape- to run away from laughter and give insanity a conscious chance to go to metamorphic metaphorical smiles.
An enigmatic process that involves freedom from prison utopia, to end up at a point instead of larger circles or zigzags and of the color of zebras and snow leopards. The aim is to sting beauty with touch, and leave it an honest virgin. The aim is to kiss beauty on the lips and involve no tongue. The aim is to lend a hand to the dying and give it a glimpse of hope right before extinction. The aim is to be born and see white light, and creep into a black hole and let it merge to grey.
Artist for an audience
Whenever he and the clouds met, they got lost in thunder. Were it meant to be? After all, half- hearted sound clasps and frightening laughter had often flashed their hearts with moments of truth. Or was it two hostile forces struggling to encapsulate harmony? To all those who saw it would cease to exist, their houses burnt, and somewhere a little boy Jimmy told his mother he couldn’t love her anymore. Struggling to travel through time, he thought it wasn’t meant to be. How could it? And it rained.
Carpe Diem
All the odds once foretold, rolled tobacco in crisp of gold
Gatsby in a mirror occulent, reckless truth of a world unsold!
The question is not how far you can see, but if you can see farther.
Agnosticism
If there is one god, I do not fear him; if there are many, it becomes unclear which to fear.
Shadows be Proud
Live each moment. Determine that no one can fiddle with your peace of mind. Do whatever you want to. Live each moment. Don’t do whatever you don’t want to. Forget the past if it petrifies you. Forget just by believing that you MUST not waste the moments, each one. You are a precious soul. You must fly. You must soar.
You must not forfeit. Be happy. Be contended. Fight for peace. Fight for your peace. Find whatever YOU think is right and fight for it. Do whatever no one expects you to but you and your best person do. Do stuff that makes you feel proud in your own mind. You must believe. You must raise the level. You must shape your mind arrogant, high, and blissful; make it a power. Feel free to feel whatever you think is right must be right. Stand firm ground. Heads held high. You must win.
Do something different. Something new, something that matters; electrify, stupefy, lead, prosper, cry, fulfill, desire, dream, love, give in, make believe, play, get high, crack up. You must win.
And together, we shall carve out magicians.
A man’s habits express what the soul wants, a woman’s what it needs.
Water
You MUST listen to everything she has to express
“I’ll tell my father”, she threatened, fighting her tears.
“My father is stronger than your father”, he declared, as a crowd of boys cheered him.
Adi knew he was in trouble but it was too late to turn back. Too many people had seen it and he had a reputation to maintain. Minutes later, he told the boys he was going to the toilet and went to find Ridhi. She sat in the corner of their class, looking down at her lunch. She didn’t notice Adi walk in. He patted her on the shoulder and handed her a half-eaten bar of Dairymilk.
“Sorry. Don’t tell my mother”. He said, as he turned around to leave. “I will definitely tell her”, Ridhi called out behind him. It was Adi’s turn to cry. He turned around and begged. “Please Ridhi, I wont do it again”. Tears streamed down his cheeks. “I’ll…
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