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Streets
Dust and trees, cleaning workers and junk; an implication of parallel existence of positive and negative. It also stealthily implies the dire requirement of both the elements to make us feel alive.
June 25th, 2015 a scorching humid day as I strolled through the crowded streets to look at the undefined diversity I saw a dog. The beautiful creature maintaining itself through its daily endeavours sought for a mount of sand again, the bed necessary under any temperature. I looked at it curled up bringing its tail to almost touch its small black nose. I felt roses and tulips grow in my chest, the sight so endearing so independent that I learned a new meaning of self love at the age of 15.
Singers singing for morsels, traders desperate to sell and then a violent conflict silences every other sound. An enticing image to watch yet not for involvement. A daily day in the sun and heat of desperation the chaos for hunger starts again. A distant clang is heard in the singer’s tin box. Wrinkles around his eyes, protruding baby pink cheekbones and his wide smile would confuse one that the sad song is actually jolly. The trader sells a trinket. He assures himself with a rub on his own head and loudly claps gearing himself for the next possible big sell.
Streets an interesting maze of emotions. A cat sat on the windowsill licking itself. Aware of my stare it elegantly turned its head towards me, the green eyes intimidating yet comforting asked me something. It took me a while to draw words to the stare as it sat like a royal ready to clean itself once the question is answered. At 15 I said to the cat that I shall not hurry but be patient and slowly figure out something and it nodded in reply telling me to be understanding of myself.
Streets an elegant embroidered cloth of realisation.
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have
almost we have traveled to the den of february, and the heater does not come on; she who is not cold controls the weather
; i – grotesque, ancient – want to fuck you: believing yourself repulsive, perhaps assuming there is no longer in taking for you
i see the lack of fuck giving, the empty faking of empathy in a burning planet, and yes i cry; yes, i am, if you prefer, a worm and not a man
are we metaphor?
fate is half-illusion and desire a trickster; ever how, i cannot escape the unthoughful wish of our coupling
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ive been thinking and honest to god: i think i would actually join a girl gang if the offer came. like a legitimate, hierarchical, “let’s carry knives under our skirts and beat up men” gang. fuck college
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WTF
I am a new adult
Face towards the sun
Like a sunflower
Yellow petals
Black heart
Well That’s Fantastic
I’m an angry bird
Flanking the castle down
I know I am
I am acting like
A 15 yr old
With an opposing subconscious
What The Fuck?
I am an artist
Abstract pictures
And new uniform
Painted pair of converse
Pictures of the sea
Blue mind
Shit it’s on roaming
WTF!
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Let’s live a lie
It’d be suffocating and ugly
But at least we’d be
Alive and beautiful
Let’s hide the redness in our eyes
Save ourselves from the pain
Of being honest
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FRIEND
Where are you
How are you
Friend
I miss you
Longing to look at the night sky
With us laying on our backs
The moonless and the starless sky
Craving to stare at it as blankly
As it itself appears to be
In silence
My friend
The words itself engulfs
Two phrases;
My only
The best
My loveliest
My friend
I imagine the morning
We wake up to after staring
At the night sky
The sun’s glazing brightness
We experience through our closed eyes
Including the seconds of darkness
As the wind gushes the leaves
My friend
As the new day arrives we might end
Up hating each other for the new year
To come
But the chance of loving each other
Respecting each other holds a higher stand
As we separate paths
Probably not opposites
But still far without a meeting point
I would like to tell you than
Thank you
Sorry
I love you
I wish you the best
Don’t assume them to be words
Of farewell but
Words of our continued companionship
I’ll wait for the days when you visit me
When I visit you
The days when we spend long hours
In deep thoughts without putting
Any kind of attention to the words we speak
I’ll wait when you again stay for tea
After the entire day
I’ll be happy again as I serve you the tea
My friend
Where are you
How are you
I miss you
Friend
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Call you
Should I
Could I
Would I
Someday
Call you
Reach out
And stretch my arms long enough
To barely touch your shoulder
For a millisecond
Call you
The me that seems ahead
Of thousands of me
The personalities I made
The merger that occurred
The changes that never seem to stop
The conversation with an ulterior transaction
A non existent interpersonal relationship
Crumbled up like someone
Smashed and balled up a fine sheet
With folds and edges
Like stars they’re uncountable
Call you
Like stars you’re that far away
The me that I was one day
Call you
Come back is a request
A request I’m not allowed to even think of
Call you
And say bye
Call you
Or say thanks
Call you
Called you
Will call you
As you’re far
As you’re still visible
As you still smile at me today
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Good morning!
It’s a new day
They say
It’s a new life
And a new strife
Except the same textbook
Caught in the same hook
Like a fish with a new bait
To bite
New fishermen with a motif
Pretty and exotic
An exhibit
Ugly and muddy
A dinner for numbers
So pray a prayer
Thank the lords
For allowing a good night
Ask blessings and guidance
The good morning awaits
Eight hours later
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Such love!♥️😢😢😢
deleted scene from bon voyage s3 ep 5: namjoon wants to be friends with the crab that bit him
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My blog is a private thing that is open to everyone in the world except to the people I know in real life.
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My room
A kid of 5
Once described her room
A room that is big and pink
A masterpiece on the walls
Little hands always filled with ink
Her mom comes and kisses her goodnight
Every time she assures a stranger
That’s the best time, a’ight!
A 19 year old
Struggles to describe her room
It’s not simple as it used to be
Yet the best part is still unchanged
Her room reeks of loneliness
Yet freedom is what one will hear
Inside the four walls
Behind the closed doors
You could sense the floor shaking
In a distance as she dances
Shrieks and laughs and falls
You could sense the goosebumps on her skin
As she reads on a fan fiction
A book way above her understanding
A song that she couldn’t care less about
Artists for whom her cheeks take a pleasant colour
It’s pink,
beautiful like the afternoon sky
She’s entrancing
A sight
But more like a light and sound show
The happiness
The freedom of irresponsibility
Makes you imagine
Her as the 5 year old kid again
A face unseen by the world
A dance unappreciated by the society
As she is outside the room
Drooped shoulders with the backpack
She is different
There are nights
Nights when loneliness overshadows
Freedom
The smell, like someone left their gas outlet open
Nights when the goodnight kiss
Can’t wash it away
You could than hear her
Occasional heart wrenching screams
And the muffles
As she chews on a cloth
In attempt to not wake her
Sweet mother in the next room
It’s her room
And it has a story to tell
A history that was protected
It’s a room
The sound from the lips of both the 5 and 19 years old,
As they address with their flowery voices
Their room ~ “my room”
The heartbeat of the audience
Suffers an immeasurable pulse rate
With a weird feeling in the stomach
As if it was a grassland
And new beutiful
big and small flowers flew from their branches with a gush of wind
And settled down
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The final break after school, before college:-
Things I wanted to do
To be changed in entirety
Adulthood stepping in my social ID card
A mind hilariously filled with teenage anxiety
Scared to the bones in my ribs
The possible lack of knowledge
Taken to be a pretentious naive
The vocabulary a constant concern
A dictionary an ever constant on my table
Never closed
At page 300
Things left out in the wish list
New piercings, tattoos
New lessons to walk in short dresses and stilettos
Acting more girly
Or Gothic
Nothing in between but on the edge
Moving out of dad’s over sized tee
Yet to get addicted to the sticky irritating lipstick
Pink, black or nude shades
A choice to be made
No more ponytails, oiled hair out of compulsion
The fact aside that I rock short hair
Bags so small or none at all
The label of a nerd or a fashion forward
In play again
Books to be a new challenge
New personality; identity crisis
Caught in a painting
With a naked cupid and the world ahead
Weight on the chest
Same as high school
A pop song in my ears
Headphones an old partner
A vintage watch from mom
Sign of newness; new age
A traditional norm,
A kiss on the right cheek from cousins
Wishing the non meant words ‘best of luck’
Wishing myself with a complete heart ‘best of luck’
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Night on the Station
The cold wind down the platform sweeps
Past the hard white glare of the station light
Sends its’ scuttling papers round my feet
Carves sharp edged shadows from a winter’s night
I stand in hunch backed silence, watch the clouds
That race through winter’s cold black skies
And shiver as the distant lights
Of passing cars pass swiftly by
This is a world of moments cast
Like memories on to hidden streams
Where I stand watching silent, waiting for a train
My present lost to distant dreams
Doug
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I was watching friends (a show way before I understood the essence of television) and I realised how unappreciative I am about the shows that I grew up watching especially the cartoons. Lemme list them beautiful shows out::
Mr. Bean ~ animated and non animated versions
Tom and jerry ~ a must for all generations
Peanut
Doraemon
Shinchan
Hagemaru
Kochikame
Pokemon
To my dearest Indian shows —
Little Krishna
Sonpari
Shaka Laka boom boom
Shaktiman
M. A. D
All things Disney; to name a few
Hannah Montana
Sunny
Wizards of waverly place
Princess protection programme
Jonas brothers
Camp rock
I love and appreciate and thank all these beautiful shows!!
Also these channels::
Pogo
Cartoon Network
Hungama
Animax
Disney
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