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When we are still, at stasis, stagnant, are we really human then? Things happen to us, situations, people, they extricate human behavior from us. But at rest are we human…? All alone. When the tree falls in the forest does it fall at all. What makes us humans? The general consensus is: feelings. Feelings make...
13.7.2024 11:00Stasishe swept me off my feet like a wave. i fell hard, but i immediately got up laughing. it extinguished the forest fire in my life, after a long time, i felt like hoping. he showed me atlantis, never thought it would be momentary. he destroyed all my sandcastles in one night, i forgot that...
12.7.2024 20:16sand castlesmy heart is for yours to keep, my mind, body and soul too apparently, you took up everything and refused to leave, then what do i have left for me? i sold away everything i had to keep you, never thought i’d have to sell myself too, i thought you’d at least buy me to...
12.7.2024 18:46the auctioni go from one emotion to the next like i’m playing hopscotch i jump from one guy to the next like skipping stones i hardly ever have trouble moving on, then why do you make me hurt to my bones? i have been living in the grey for so long, i became the definition of...
12.7.2024 18:32disappearWhat joy has swept over my poetic groves, And with his spiral pleasure a rolling senseSprints through the course of my limbsHailing a strange yearning from the depths of heart, A strange misty mourning how finely infused With each of his jocund breaths. I fear this joy, Who with his deceiving masks and slender necks,...
8.7.2024 09:52What Joy Has Swept Over My Poetic Groveslove is strong, love is hard.you have to fight for it, to make it last.but what if there was no love in the first place?what if it was just a connection forcefully made?i know it’s not the movies, you don’t fall in love overnight.i guess you grow in love, flow with the rhythm that just...
6.5.2024 15:11raini’m allergic to pollen. i love flowers nonetheless. i buy them, care for them, they make my nose runny and my eyes puffy and wet. i go to the market to buy some more the next day. i’m allergic to pollen. i love flowers nonetheless. it’s probably because there’s a high in the pain they...
30.4.2024 08:11springMy little DaisyYou’re still the prettiest flower I’ve ever seenYou’re the heart of the gardenHeart of me. Did not pick you upBecause I was afraidOf how it’ll beWithout you, the garden will be empty. My little DaisyYou’ll always be the most important piece of meLike the heart to the starWithout you there’s no me. The...
26.2.2024 18:00To my DaisyI saw the gracious moon Slowly getting veiled, By the glorious light of morrow;And a tear dropped below, And smeared the stream with my sorrow.
26.2.2024 13:20A Momenti’m sick of uncertainty.i’m sick of people not being sure.i’m sick of wanting things i can’t have.i’m sick of not being able to find my heartbreak’s cure. i’m sick of incomplete love.i’m sick of the stars taking it upon themselves to misguide me.i’m sick of the universe giving me signs,and then forgetting to do what...
11.2.2024 07:18signsBlue birds wash off their colours, And the pink flowersSpring out from their graves. It drizzles. The frogs find shelter in deep, Dark hollows of their mother’s womb;And all the ‘sects sit straight on stones:To sing along the song of rain.
7.2.2024 18:51The Enchanting Drizzlei’ll always be at least a little in love with the guy I didn’t get, i’ll always think the better path is the one i didn’t follow, i’ll always want the things i can’t have, for me, there can never be a better tomorrow. the smallest of things make me happy, yet i can’t have...
22.1.2024 12:17moreUpon a fertile heath, Amid the vibrant flowersBeneath the blazing blue sky, Blowing breeze in the early hours;Here would I sleep. A large tree would shed me, And sweet tiny birdsWho have their feathers just showing up:Extravagantly colourful and cheering, Would sit on a brown boughAnd sing to the shrill. The sun would never be...
16.1.2024 03:29The Last WishStupid slipping through my tongueWhich made the stupid u slip from my handsI’m sorry.
15.1.2024 18:44mistake?Oh you know exactly what I wantYou give me thatYou come to meAsk me how I am doingI have loved you beforeI might love you againYou will win my heart and get my back againYou will win my heart and I’ll be on your strings againI won’t let it happen, not this timeI don’t want...
15.1.2024 18:26The cycle of lovingWhat does it mean to get betterDoes it mean no more hurting from the past?Does it mean no more fear of using my tongue to speak my mind?Does it mean to not feel this void inside me?Does it mean to not hate and hurt anymore?Does it just mean to be better than today?What if I...
15.1.2024 18:22Healing.Sleeping in serenity, O the summer noon, Like a sweet lizard bound the wizard’s spell Beneath the old bough;Blazing blue, lofty green, yellow dazzlingTouches the heart as a pious child sleeping. I see, I think, I wander in my own realm.Slowly the black raiders approach, The sun hidesScintillating the yellow ball loses its lustre. Then...
14.1.2024 05:57O the Summer NoonThou art sweet for thine indulging in cessation, In prime glory, thou cloud thy sun with tears, And in love’s velvety blanket, thou tend to eachFlower shooting from swaths, lying next to the large ditch. But then thou suddenly shield thy face with such mist, I sail on, on and on, No port could I...
12.1.2024 04:25Lost?The farther I go from Calcutta, the stronger I yearn for home. Funny, isn’t it? There’s nothing left in Calcutta. Nothing left for someone in my generation to make two ends meet. It has transformed into the world’s largest old-age home. The sons and the daughters have gone. Bangalore to Boston. And the parents remain....
5.1.2024 17:27a thousand miles away from homeSylvia Plath once said, “What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.”This fear, it lives in us all. This fear of being nothing, of being so insignificant in the greater scheme of the entire goddamn cosmos, of fading into a static kind...
5.1.2024 09:50We Are…?don’t let them hear, don’t let them see. ignore or scream at them long enough, they’ll let you be. go to your room, choose your shade of blue, because that is what pretty little big girls do. pretend it’s okay, pretend it’s alright. put your headphones on and pretend like you’re about to catch a...
14.12.2023 13:34pretty little big girlsdelilah doesn’t wish for anything, mostly because she doesn’t know what to wish for. delilah doesn’t know how to dream. she doesn’t know what dreams are made of. she swallows her tears, tries not to cry. but what’s the use? suppressed feelings don’t just die.
6.12.2023 19:04delilahI hear my mom switch on the mixer at 6:20 every morning. She thinks, someday I’ll grow up and do the same for someone else too.But she doesn’t know that I’m only human because they want me to be,I’ve no interest in being stuck in this body for long. Long before I turned 17,I had...
5.12.2023 20:37Hit you where,it hits you hardIt was the first day we met after it. The after, I’ll leave unexplained. I was scared, I was scared and terrified to love again, to feel the touch of another human again, but that resplendent smile on your face after you saw me made my heart beat faster, I felt more confident, safe and...
5.12.2023 20:33unexplainedWhat is love I often ask Is it something felt at first sight? Or is it the same, felt for the hundredth time? Is it as lucid as water? Or is it as strong as will? Is it present in the air? Or etched in our very being? Does it take two to fall in...
10.10.2023 19:30What is Love?The cold winds whistled past my grey coat. I felt the weight of the heavy garment on my shoulders, encumbered by the large black umbrella that shielded my head from the downpour. As I stood on the bricklaid pavement, beside the bus-stop sign failing to beckon any bus towards it, my eyes behind the half-framed...
22.9.2023 18:22GodlikeSome evenings spent in silence.Some words left unsaid.Some stories incomplete.Some songs mere words on a yellowing page.Promises forgotten in silent whispers.Laughter ebbed away like car horns.Not a creak. Not a thud.Just the sound of the clock ticking away.And the growl of the winds outside.
16.9.2023 14:16the birds don’t sing anymoreIn the depths of despair, my heart is shattered so,A fragile vessel broken, where love no longer flows.Words left unspoken, emotions left untold,A heart once vibrant, now consumed by sorrow’s hold. Silent tears fall gracefully, like rain upon my soul,Memories dance like whispers, reminding me of the whole.A love once cherished, now lost in the...
13.8.2023 03:01Depths of despairI have a lot to say, a lot to write, But let me start, hoping it doesn’t cause a fight. So could you tell me where it starts? And could you tell me how long it’s meant to last? I’ve stopped with expectations high enough to kill, There’s a void in my heart that is...
10.8.2023 23:45ImmortalizedMonsoon has always been a rather romantic season for Indian poets. Rain pouring outside, the rumbling sound of thunder rolling across the sky, the fragrance of petrichor wafting in the air … But to me, the rainy season has always felt so messy. Maybe it was because I would go to school at 6:30 in...
23.6.2023 18:13Umbrellas by the windowHow God weeps Knowing that even He With his celestial hand Cannot save us anymore. Where even God gives up.
11.6.2023 06:54Where Even God Gives UpThey say, “It happens at this age.” And I guess it’s true. I don’t know how long I will be “this age”. I feel like I’ve been “this age” since I was 10 and lost my heartbeat for the first time. I stopped talking about my bone-deep melancholy since I was 11 and heard that...
6.6.2023 09:56the age of melancholyon my first day of high school, i was late. me and a few of my friends had to walk from a mile so that we could reach in time. we didn’t know the location of the school, hence we were running around like chickens. we had to resort to asking strangers for directions, which...
31.5.2023 12:47little takeways?Re "sometimes ignorance is bliss"... Yes, most of the times it is not. Ignorance of lies and deceptions (=most mainstream news and establishment decrees) is bliss because exposing yourself to that is self-propagandization. Ignorance of truths is not, or only temporarily or rarely, bliss because it is ultimately self-defeating. The FALSE mantra of “ignorance is bliss”, promoted in the latter sense, is a product of a fake sick culture that has indoctrinated its “dumbed down” (therefore TRULY ignorant, therefore easy to control) people with many such manipulative slogans. Eg... ““We’re all in this together” is a tribal maxim. Even there, it’s a con, because the tribal leaders use it to enforce loyalty and submission. ... The unity of compliance.” --- Jon Rappoport, Investigative Journalist You can find the proof that ignorance is hardly ever bliss (and if so only superficial temporary fake bliss), and how you get to buy into this lie (and other self-defeating lies), in the article “The 2 Married Pink Elephants In The Historical Room –The Holocaustal Covid-19 Coronavirus Madness: A Sociological Perspective & Historical Assessment Of The Covid “Phenomenon”” .... www.CovidTruthBeKnown.com (or https://www.rolf-hefti.com/covid-19-coronavirus.html) "Separate what you know from what you THINK you know." --- Unknown “If 'ignorance is bliss' –there should be more happy people.” --- Unknown
28.5.2023 22:27Comment on oil impastos by S.At the break of dawn I stand there, Probably, because it makes me feel better, All the time we once spent together Now weaved transiently in the air You never saw through my eyes The way I always saw it to be For it needs eyes to see how beautiful things are And how beautiful...
28.5.2023 19:14To See Through My EyesWhoever up there amidst wide constellations And solar emissions Gazes down upon me– acknowledge them questions that rise out of growing mind for I’m young, not old still scared, not bold and I know not countless souls to house this weak faith in; yet I house rest in you I have ashes in my mouth...
28.5.2023 00:54faith(1) With salty tears that nest above eyelashes lips that quiver, and fingers that tremble I see magnificent oil impastos framed in abusive galleries and intricately knitted tapestries that resemble me For as I view them oil impastos from seas apart I know I’ve delayed and lost time- when caught up in thresh of my...
28.5.2023 00:47oil impastosWhere did they go? Mother’s red eyes and Father’s rueful glance – under harsh lights, their helpless looks harken broken romance. Life’s dream ebbs like silken webs, gone as if by chance. What is this place? No life or touch, old sets of memories – gossamer echoes of times long past, sweet host of reveries…...
27.5.2023 23:26Memories of HellI laugh at masters And deadlines Navajo white walled Dives and marriage Gibberheads and blockheads Lines, forms, parades Designated occasions Cosmic shell games I double down sideways On preachers and plaintiffs Drenched in hysteria They send me to the floor Lighten up dummy I laugh with you Not at you
27.5.2023 23:22Lighten UpThe pangs of love touched my lips Touched my heart like a gentle breeze It took away all sorrow I had and Threw it up into the vast sky The sky took it unquestioningly and gave us rain Every drop of tear it could drain From the grey clouds that was my heart and Filled...
26.5.2023 17:34To Love Thyselflove. Little four-lettered word. I find myself thinking about it a lot lately. love. No one really knows what it means. When I was a little girl of 4 I did not know this word. Even if I did, I didn’t think about it. But I think this word has always lived in me. I...
26.5.2023 14:36love at fiveI want to be doused in cheese & fried. I want to wander the aisles, my heart’s supermarket stocked high as cholesterol. I want to die wearing a sweatsuit— I want to live forever in a Christmas sweater, a teddy bear nursing off the front. I want to write a check in…
26.5.2023 07:31Ode to the MidwestNight. Or what they have of it at altitude like this, and filtered air, what was in my lungs just an hour ago is now in yours, there’s only so much air to go around. They’re making more people, my father would say,...
26.5.2023 07:08SostenutoIt’s so lonely In my head sometimes I’ll go out for a walk Push against crowds Full of faces I don’t recognize All these faces Blurring into my periphery What does it all mean What is it all for? The great big battle We fight Do the cannons get banned? Does the white dove Really...
25.5.2023 17:29oracleWe keep running. Chasing luxuries. Chasing opulence. Chasing wealth. Power. It’s a rat race. We’re all running as fast as we can. Leaving others behind. Trying to overtake those ahead of us. It’s a world fueled with jealousy. Greed. Envy. Many shades of green. But we never realize we’re just stuck in a colossal hamster...
25.5.2023 07:25Solitude…I’m laying on the bed I look to my side I see the bedside table I see the glass It is half empty I see the water in it Fluid Taking any shape if it is given a shell to live in I think, “what if it swirled? What if it turned? What would the...
24.5.2023 16:18escapism and strange thoughts in a cloud of disassociationTo me, the question isn’t whom I would like to talk to. It is whom I can talk to. In this day and age, when a simple touch on the screen can connect me to anyone and everyone, the dilemma of reaching out isn’t as difficult as it had been in the past. If I...
24.5.2023 06:16mirror, mirror, on the wall~And time was passing like a hand waving from a train, I wanted to be on~The fish in the bowl, the kid next door left me to look after, seems to be as quiet as the kid himself. The thought, that pets resemble their owners comes back.I wish,I too,had a pet growing up, but mostly...
23.5.2023 16:48~And time was passing like a hand waving from a train, I wanted to be on~They say tears are the blood of the soulThey say, we cry when the soul bleedsAre they not the consequences of our own deeds?If the soul bleeds so muchI’ll one day run out of itIf the soul bleeds so muchThere’s not even a band aidThere’s no way I can clog that holeThat’s right in the...
23.5.2023 16:44Glass TearsI never knew where I belong,I still don’t as a matter of fact.I don’t know what I’m good at, what I’m capable of,So why don’t we just leave it at that? But no, I’m not one to just let things go,Even though, believe me, I’ve tried.Actually that’s a lie, I really just don’t want to.Instead,...
23.5.2023 16:40Grey“What has led to all of this? Who am I? What have I become? No, no, no…. this ain’t me. I ain’t myself….” Clutching tufts of my black hair, I looked up to stare at the wall, filled with formula charts and notes pinned to it. My laptop was sleeping, I was gone for so...
23.5.2023 14:34The Dark SideTouches the soul in a gentle few words.
17.5.2023 17:09Comment on Alive by nightshade25In reply to <a href="https://21stromanticists.wordpress.com/2023/03/24/the-junction/comment-page-1/#comment-5">peantedsalnuts</a>. bless you
26.3.2023 14:13Comment on The Junction by nightshade25holy fucking shit dude!
24.3.2023 16:32Comment on The Junction by peantedsalnuts[…] lost and lonely […]
23.3.2023 04:55Comment on lost and lonely by lost and lonelythis is so good!
20.3.2023 21:37Comment on if you ever catch me by the window seat… by peantedsalnutshey Nice read Beautifully written! The comparison between the love and the moon is particularly poignant. Cheers! Scott Dubois Civic Edge Lifestyle https://www.clkmg.com/civicedgeaffiliate/301kcha2023
7.3.2023 15:43Comment on The Moon will still Shine… by Scott Duboisthis is so good!!
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