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Beauty defined by the words,
Meanings derived by the the men,
Honor divided between the legs,
Respect given by the people who least deserve it,
Sleepless nights and no directions,
Situations reaching out to me,
like I’m reaching out for you.

Goodnight

There had to be a thing about the nights,
while we sobbed all night,
the moon came down to tell me it’s alright,
but the night still wrapped me in the sadness and took it away,
while we danced with the remorse all night,
the stars shone bright,
but suddenly there was no light,
while I missed you tonight,
the memories stayed beside me to tell me we had more time,
but I knew the hate would kill it all,
while the life stood between it’s course,
our breath waited for a while to live a life,
hope stood for the morning light.
There had to be a thing about the nights,
it made me kill myself tonight.

Letters to yourself

While you are constantly trying to battle the world’s set perceptions, while even now when you type the simplest words, forming sentences and forming doubts if it should be talked about or not, if it’s honest enough or not, if it’s strong enough to provoke a thought or not, I hope you’re able to set in the darkness for a while till you find the courage to be who you are, and think like you only you could.
While you are constantly trying to hide, I hope you believe in your light that speaks truth and strength.
While you are consistently pushing yourself to grow, I hope you are also able to detect how you limit yourself and also you cross the boundary in style.
While you are standing at the edge of the circle, I hope you find the reason to tip toe your way to the other side, to the other dimension, where the voice is understood and heard.
While you are running the rat race, I hope you don’t forget to pick up the flowers and swing with laughter that hurts and love that feels so warm.
While you are trying to kill the hatred outside, I hope you are not feeding the wrong side within.
While you are mesmerized by the beauty of the red rose, I hope you are dazzled by the light of the wildflower,
While you are looking for the light all the time, I hope you understand it is to understand the darkness,
While you are finding the inspiration from the materials, I hope you find what moves you,
While you are waiting for the approval, I hope you’ve already made the decision of getting up and taking the walk,
While you are living the life of others, I hope you find out what it means to create a life of own,
While you are constantly trying to battle the world’s set perceptions, I hope that you believe in the radiance of hope.

The slumbering verity

We had our own set of troubles,
we had our own set of lies,
from a distance everything’s alright.

Our wonderful sets of greys,
Tonight I don’t want to care about yours,
I’ve been awake all night to tell you how I hate,
I’ve been awake all night scribbling ink on paper,
I’ve been awake all night just lying,
I’ve been awake all night listening to the dance of the clock,
I’ve been awake all night losing the bones that scream perfection,
I’ve been awake all night touching the existence,
I’ve been awake all night pushing everyone away,
I’ve been awake all night, wanting to pull you a little closer,
I’ve been awake all night, wanting a little more of the extinct,
I’ve been awake all night planning, dissecting, drinking and observing,
I’ve been awake all night to fill the empty room,
I’ve been awake all night emptying the filled room,
I’ve been awake all night trying to correct myself,
I’ve been awake all night lying to myself,
I’ve been awake all night ignoring the real,
I’ve been awake all night running fingers in my mind,
I’ve been awake all night hating myself,
my wonderful sets of grey,
Tonight I don’t care about yours,

I had my own set of troubles,
I had my own set of lies,
from a distance everything’s alright.

The life of Life

The road to create something new always takes a lot of effort, takes a lot of life out of you. What you want is something that has never been seen but everything’s “a copy of a copy” right? Still you want to dive into the risk of swinging on the edge of the world, swinging on the edge of criticism till it kicks you, almost kills you, taking every shred of your existence in the sky till you reach to the point where you have unlearned what you have ever known. You’re no longer a smart person, not even wise but just somebody who is stuck in one dimension of time and simply can not move forward. No motivation (but do you ever need motivation in the first place if it really moves you?) can trigger you to move to the point from where you started, trigger you to the point from where you found your strength, your purpose. PURPOSE, has the pop culture pushed you too much to find one or just make up one, because it’s too cool? Self-actualization. What if the self actualized thought leads you to the point where it makes sense BUT, why are people supposed to do good deeds as they reach the self actualized themselves? Does the society play a role in the determining in how you are supposed to be? Isn’t the society constantly determining “HOW TO BE YOURSELF?”
The road to create something new takes up a whole lot of life while you realize who have just sat at one place and wondered all along as you see the life passing by. Where is it leading to anyway?

The night 

Do you listen to the silence that I narrate?  

While I stroke my hair with my fragile hands, look at my fingers in the dark, the silhouette that covers my colour and bares my soul, while in my head I keep reciting the stories of how we’d meet in the coming days. 

Do you hear the silence? 

The answers that we don’t get 

​A large part of life goes into thinking how it must be, what colours should we call as favourite, till when should we stand under the shadow to free ourselves from the idea of light, how to join the alphabets so that you pay attention to the petty feelings, till when should we contemplate the dreams we have at night, till when should we keep the hope alive, till when should we keep the sun burning, all by its own, till when should we keep the true selves waiting under the fake plastic world, till when do we have to keep that smile?