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Coexist

 

jkj

 

What lives beyond the screens?

The long-neglected infatuation swallowed by mist.

Fixated on every single creature that exists,

Learn to coexist.

 

Reminisce in those magical mines,

Getting high on pungent wines,

Blandishing headlines, Annihilated deadlines,

The long-neglected infatuation swallowed by mist,

Fixated on every single creature that exists,

Learn to coexist.

 

Those screens right in front of you,

Perforate your world view,

Sabotaging the inner you,

Adieu.

 

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Nothingness

Nothingness

 

If I could savour every moment right,

If I could justify my doomed plight,

If I could explain my sister,

I feel alright.

It’s just nothingness that went into my mind.

If at all I could.

 

I hate the word ‘If’ coz people always bluff around it.

Out of nowhere some gaps arise,

take away my morning sunrise.

And now I’m committing the same crime people did,

Using the ‘If’ word, as I like it.

 

It’s funny how transitions happen,

While domesticating yourself to the new environment.

Heredity doesn’t accept you,

You don’t accept you,

And expect people to accept you.

It’s funny how you make transitions happen.

 

My plight is as crestfallen as yours is.

If you see me in a smiling photograph,

Don’t be jealous, there’s a whole lot of history behind it.

 

We’re always taught that time passed will never come back,

Never taught that time wasted, will hit you hard on your back.

 

Words can be moulded, heart can be scolded,

But your brain SADLY can never be blindfolded.

 

Being in regiment always felt like a crime,

Being a loner, akin to a shrine.

It’s just nothingness that went into my mind.

 

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Obituary: The Departed Identity

 

pray
@salOriginals

 

 

Recently I’ve been acting a lot like an imposter,

There is an identity which I’m slogging to bring out faster.

My support system being that invisible masquerader,

Riding on the dark horse, infatuated with emancipators.

 

Where do I bury my bona fide soul?

The lifeless creature, pampered and tampered from its very core.

Which coffin should I place it inside?

My mind or my journals,” The unclassified.”

 

Vexed at this innocence, perturbed by my own reticence

Being a victim of cognitive dissonance,

I shudder and I crave for omnipotence.

With no intention of subjugating the world,

This supremacy is just a one-sided love.

 

Let the world remember this identity’s legacy,

the resplendence it showed.

There was a day when this identity was known,

Cry not today, embers the departed soul.

 

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