When I grew up,
Things were simple.
Shining eyes and
We all had a dimple.
We were so many,
Almost like a jingle.
When we talked,
Our eyes twinkled.
No comments on The Good Old Days.
Category: experience
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In between bustling crowds
Undercover of faith’s shrouds
Beneath cunningness of touts
In the sadness of smiling clowns
I come across a familiar face
In dim poverty stricken eyes
Through my beloved‘s lies
In the echoes of faint cries
Upon the starry night skies
I come across a familiar face
In dark corners and alleys
In deep gorges and valleys
In harangues of political rallies
Between the lines of dailies
I come across a familiar face
In jungles and mountains
In ever flowing fountains
In sunlight and in rains
In a dying fire’s flames
I come across a familiar face.
- Sahar
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I’ll tell you when it all began
Just then we had skipped
From the post to the wire
From slow to fast
Communications
Over distances vast
Belligerent emotions
Expressed without
Delay, overlay
Cockamamie
Bullshit !
The destruction of language …
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On a Tuesday.
experience, expressions, Language, life, pen, poems, poetry, Truth, tuesday, Uncategorized, words, writingCollege was too much fun
Learning, Ah! that we did none.
Smoked the days away
Made the nights stay
And now nights shall fly
And the days shall be dry
I look up, I see a cloudy blue sky
The hint of the rains is nearby.
— Sahar
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When you are all alone
And once in a while,
A candid thought or
A nostalgic feeling
Curves your lips up
That’s the best smile
And
When you are happy
Amidst a crackling laugh
Little pearls roll down the eye
You do both, laugh and cry
Trust me in all this madness
That’s the best form of sadness
- Sahar
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I am the sweetest heart
Kindest and warmest soul
Living in the devil’s skin
I am all pure intentions
Acting out of morale
I am only positive, pure
Until I sleep devils lure
A fire burns still inside
So it is the devil I hide
While my soul rots away
The skin must always shine.
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There is no stopping time
No turning back or
Jumping ahead the needles
There is no stocking
No transferring of it.
It is yours if you
simply relate to it
Else it simply adds
To the wistful moments
We called life
Tick-tock as the clock
Unleashes end in
Every beginning of
This new moment.
To feel time again
Rising from death
Embrace dark space
And time is real again
- sahar
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We are mean machines
Captured consciousness
Chaotic, disrupted presences
Vying for belonging
Living on in hopelessness
In a familiar strangeness
Above all, Death is relentless
And dying is not lifelessness.We are measured extremes,
trying so hard to balance
our lives in weightlessness,
scrounging by on emotions
breaking our meditation,
trusting in faithlessness.
Universe is indefiniteness
boundaries are absurdness.We are poised river streams,
flowing in chosen directions,
Living and dying to meet
oceans and then fall as rain.
Meandering by, a tamelessness
an epitome of abstractness.
We live as she lives by
a journey of ambitiousness.We are forgotten dreams
in an eye of imagitiveness
it is discovering nuances
with a look of ancientness.
It is only right to wake up
experience anonymousness
remembering the dreams
live moments of breathlessness.– sahar
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Poetic Chaos
experience, friendship, Language, life, love, ode, poems, Truth, Uncategorized, Wild, words, writingOften, in my lone wanderings
As an observer of crude life
I found myself without bearings
Crossroads on the road to strifeI was buried deeper by society
Partaking in social events
I donned new faces and acts
Shuffling roles between pretendsFed slowly the poison of taste
Gulped down by the wine divine
I summoned the satan in a haste
Told him ‘the pleasures are thine’I grew by the fire and read
Myself in the shifting flames
Earning me, myself, a bread
While a while engaging in games.In my lone wanderings
I often did realize
Speak and hear of it no more
To live and write shall be wise. -
The shackles of society
Bind me,weigh me down
To the depths of dark dungeons
Laughing at me like a clown
Rendering me incapable of love
Forcing me to retreat
From my chosen path
Tendering on me an unwanted wrathI’m not a believer in its lies
Neither am I a pacifier to its cries
I am only a simple man
To repel this society, I’ve got no planDisappointed in its fake morals
I tried to set a few of my own
But there is always this voice
Keeps warning me about crossing the lineWhich lines? What borders?
Which morals? Whose orders?
I am a sinner in society’s eyes
And would happily remain so.Reminded each moment, I’ll never fit in
Ha! I never tried so, i’ll never give in.
I reject it, it rejects me.
My heart knows the man I want to be.But still, when I try to be myself
A dark, deadly monster wakes up inside
It picks up its pointy tools from the shelf
Ideals, morals, vanity fight by its sideWhich society prohibits love?
Or burns in disgust at happiness of others.
Who are these people?
Trying to control me, my life
Who are these ignorant fools?
Demanding me to dress, act, look
Or behave in a certain way.
Making me judge myself always.I hope I never fit in to this
Board game of control and manipulation
Where pieces move other pieces
Thinking for others against their wishesA forest has a better society
Or even a herd of wild animals.
Unlike ours where evils are legitimised
Innocent minds are hypnotisedI wish i was never a part of it.
I wish i was a plant or an animal
For now being a human
Feels like being in a box enclosed by barbed wiresAny direction i now choose
These wires puncture my soul
But the oozing crimson blood reminds me .
I’m made for love and I bleed love.It will be my constant struggle
To never let go of myself
Because when I look at this society
I just witness sheeps and wolvesI desire to be neither
I fly with my own feather
I simply wish to be a lonely dove
And Keep spreading the message of love– sahar
Whispers of Immortality 