reaching-verity
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The Young Man
Baseless arguements;
How motorcars don't work on engines.
Priceless explanations,
On how Jesus is secretly Satan.
He talks of things he doesn't know.
He thinks he has grown up.
He spits 4 cusses in a row,
Yet he thinks he's respectable.
Talks of ancient literature,
2 words he cannot spell.
Jokes of 'pride' and womanhood,
2 words he is born to repel.
He is so brave; he is the victim.
He is right, he's always right.
He tries hard but cannot understand,
This world of a woman's plight.
-from my pen
Reaching Verity
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Just cannot get over this..... the way you use your words is spectacular..
I dined on life
No need for shadows, I sold them away
In return, I feasted on bread, come what may
No need for a name, so I gave it away
In return, I devoured bread with cheese, in the fray
For shadows are but illusions, cast by the light,
A name is a label, fading in the night
In simplicity found, in a loaf and a puddle,
I dined on life, in this transient huddle
~ Nihil Novi
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Twenty-fifth day
As another day wanes, shadows cast
Faces of my life, in joy so vast
Happy and free, a blissful sight
Yet they can't see me, lost in the night
For a moment, one gaze aligned,
Locked in eyes, a connection confined
They knew I lingered, a specter's breath,
Wishing me suffering, even in death
~ One Hundred Days of Purgatory
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I am mastering the art to be silent even though there's a lot to be said.
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Beautiful.... ma'am 💓💓
How many times do I have to knock, before you remove the door between us?
- From House Of Stars And Flowers On Mars, Sakshi Narula
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The florist has sad eyes
and the flower shop smells of pain.
Every lover in a book of poetry heartbroken,
every bystander__ a murmur of grief.
What is the color of your sorrow?
Mine is called Living Coral on the Pantone.
Can I buy you flowers in that color?
Can I make love to you
__and stop you from breaking?
-Excerpt from the poem Flowers On Mars from the book House Of Stars And Flowers On Mars, Sakshi Narula
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Violet bloom
You're like that violet bloom
Crushed upon the road's gloom
In shades of purple, black, and gold,
Your favorite hues, or so I'm told
No one notices your fragile frame
"Just a lost flower," they exclaim,
But you thought it'd be another way
Believed your colors would forever sway
They think you're gone, no longer here
Yet you still see, and you still hear
No helping hand extended your way
You must pretend, sweet violet, each day
Until the world's end draws nigh,
Underneath the endless sky,
You'll keep your act, with grace and flair,
The brave violet, strong and rare
~ Midnight Sun
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Something in me wants more. I can't rest.
— Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.”
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the intimacy of having your efforts reciprocated in the same intensity and with the same tenderness
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Casual Lover!
Casual Lover!
You were mine
The second I met
Your eyes.
That grin you assumed
you pulled off,
Wasn't very wise.
I see beauty in you;
Just
the beauty
Of your embodiment.
I forgot the name
You mentioned,
Though our acquaintance was recent.
You are special,
You Truly are..
Like your better side
So I've saved a room for you,
Empty
In my mind
~Reaching Verity
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“The cost of not following your heart is spending the rest of your life wishing you had.”
— Unknown
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People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.
~ Nikita Gill
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इस हृदय के पार यदि तुम, तो जगत के पार क्या है?
Thank you so much @madhulikaaa for sharing this work of art with us!
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This makes me wanna write poetry
Magical Spot on the River
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Alchemy : The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed. - Carl Jung Art by Orphné Achéron
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