Tag: Poetry
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Cartographer of the Unnamed Sky
What gives you direction in life? This poem maps a surreal dialogue between the self, the reader, and Direction—who wears many masks, never stays still, and refuses to be defined. Spinning through anatomical maps, laundromats, and desert cacti, this piece dances through confusion, illusion, and unexpected clarity.
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Ephemeral People in the Subway of the Mind
Sometimes, all it takes is a single moment — a glance, a line of Neruda, a napkin prophecy — for someone to etch themselves into your soul forever. In this poem, fleeting strangers become eternal companions in the mind’s subway.
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In the Stillness Between Us
In the quiet between breath and heartbeat, we build a world without masks — a space where laughter, vulnerability, and trust thread through the stillness. No games. No demands. Just two beings choosing each other, over and over, in freedom and raw, luminous truth.
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The Wind That Remembers My Name — in reply to a question never fully answered
Do you have a quote you live your life by? Yes. It begins when you ask me that question, and ends when you stop waiting for it to rhyme.
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Ashes
“You held out your hands like a bowl of frost. I curled into the pocket of your coat.” — from Ashes
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Not the Snow, But the Hollow Space Between Bells
A poetic dive into the emotional undercurrents of New Year’s Eve—exploring time, loneliness, illusions of fresh beginnings, and the strange intimacy of asking someone else: “What is your favorite holiday?”
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City Without Doors: A Hymn for the Invisibly Awake
sometimes I asked the sky— where do the truly free go when the pavement won’t let go of their feet? do they float above traffic jams and Tinder dates, or do they smuggle themselves into basements and bookshelves? and how many of them survive the crush of expectations served with bitter masala tea at the…
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Zero-Gravity Love Letters: Postmarked Nowhere
“Zero-Gravity Love Letters: Postmarked Nowhere” is a raw and evocative exploration of love and loss, captured in fractured fragments and surreal metaphors. Each piece bleeds into the next, creating a disjointed, but intimate narrative of moments and memories — moments we never quite knew how to hold. From quiet goodbyes whispered in the spaces between…
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Blueprints of Breath: When I Feel Most Productive
Productivity smells like forgotten libraries and sounds like paper tearing in all the right wrong places. Creation happens not when I plan it—but when chaos holds my hand and shouts, ‘Run!’ You ask when I feel most productive? When doubt cracks my ribs like wishbones, and I still move. Sometimes just staying alive is my…
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X-Files of Unrealized Guilt and Unfound Love (a symphony in misplaced keys)
An unposted letter. A shipwreck never rescued. A symphony played on broken strings. In the haunted courtrooms of memory, guilt and unfound love dance in shadows we no longer dare to name. This is not a confession — it’s an afterlife.
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What Are My Favorite Emojis?
“What are your favorite emojis?” you ask, and the world unravels. Red hearts leak into question marks. Ghosts float between sighs and suns. Somewhere between the fire and the anchor, we become fragments — not lost, not found — just… translated into silent pixels pressing back.
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What Topics Do You Like to Discuss? (An Exploration in Monologue)
A surreal, whimsical journey through the ordinary and the overlooked — this poetic monologue invites you to explore everything from staplers and socks to dreams and dust, all through an irreverently introspective lens.
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Veins of the Unseen Leap: Volcanoes Don’t Ask Permission Before They Erupt
I didn’t leap. I dissolved. I bled into the moment where fear could no longer hold form, and the world, instead of answering, became a question back— louder, stranger, wider than any map could hold. What does risk look like when it isn’t an act but a becoming? A poetic descent into the chaos and…
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Vessel of the Vanquished
A crimson bloom, ripped raw, a brutal tear, its lifeblood staining a landscape stark and sere… A tapestry woven with threads of strife, a somber, dark design— a masterpiece of discord, draining the color of life, a tragic, twisted twine.
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Undone: A Chorus Across Time
A poetic symphony that weaves different perspectives through memory, imagination, and timeless echoes of past. “Undone: A Chorus Across Time” dances through forgotten futures and remembered silences, folding time into rhythm and breath.
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“Harmony on the Rooftop”– after Leonard Cohen, in chorus with Neruda, Angelou, Whitman, Eliot, Dickinson, and others
On a rooftop under an open sky, strangers gather with instruments and lines from beloved poets to create a symphony of collective memory, voice, and hope.
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I Ate the Lightning: The Risk I Took That Set Me Free (A Meditation on Risk, Regret, and Becoming)
In a world that demands obedience, the most radical risk is unbecoming the version of yourself built for approval. This poem is a fierce, introspective odyssey into choosing truth over comfort, fire over silence, and liberation over belonging. A testimony for anyone standing at the edge of their own becoming.
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The Ones Who Knew How to Sing (a meditation in birdsong)
In a world cluttered with noise and stories, birds remind us that healing doesn’t need a reason, and song doesn’t ask for silence to begin. A lyrical meditation on grief, hope, and the quiet courage of birdsong.
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Transient Tapestry: The Silence of Might-Have-Been
In the murmurs of half-remembered dreams and silent regrets, a timeless tapestry unfolds—whispering of a day when inaction reigned, only to yield a spark of courage and the promise of transformation.
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Saturation: The Ache That Ate the Sky
A surrealist exploration of obsessive longing, emotional hunger, and phantom intimacy, this poem weaves different perspectives into one trembling tapestry of desire. Saturation isn’t love—it’s the storm before, during, and after.
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What Makes Me Nervous? (A Hovering)
A surreal, tangled poetic journey that shifts between I, you, and they—each person unraveling their nerves, hesitations, and unspoken trembles. This piece dives deep into the psyche, weaving vulnerability, inner monologues, and public masks into a shared landscape of human emotion.
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Resilience Wears Soft Shoes
A river of voices—braided into poetry that stumbles, dances, and rises through the silence. A poetic letter to the weary, the hopeful, and those quietly becoming. Resilience here is not loud—it’s soft, steady, sacred.
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Blue-Lit Abyss: How Do I Use Social Media?
A hauntingly lyrical plunge into the paradox of social media—this poem blends various voices to explore how we curate, connect, and sometimes collapse online. Dwelling between the constructive and the destructive, it ultimately offers an unexpected gesture of raw humanity.
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Quid Pro Quo: A Ballet of Broken Mirrors in Binary Dreams
A poem dissecting the invisible exchanges we make in love, power, memory, and identity. Through surreal scenes and broken metaphors, it unveils the spirals of giving and taking—what we trade, often unknowingly, just to stay whole.
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A Flicker in the Crowd: The Stranger Who Set the Dark on Fire
A random encounter with a sock-wearing, pigeon-speaking stranger blooms into an unforgettable mosaic of hope, mystery, and rippling kindness. The boundaries dissolve—transforming a fleeting moment into a revolution of connection.
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Painful Cultural Revolution of China: A Poetic Monologue in Three Mirrors
A poetic journey blending voices of witness, empathy, and survival—exploring the devastating human cost of China’s Cultural Revolution and the quiet resilience found in memory, letters, and a plate of fusion noodles.
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On the Twentieth Evening When the Clock Forgot to Tick
A moment. A birthday. A decision that split a life. One evening etched in memory — where warmth met hesitation, joy met ruin, and a hand held for just a breath held the weight of an entire future. A hauntingly intimate portrayal of love, regret, and the longing to choose differently.
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A Decision with No Last Name: A Poetic Inquiry into Growth by Choosing Otherwise
A poetic excavation of a single decision that splintered the mundane and cracked open the soul. In this surreal and emotionally rich piece, I (and perhaps you, too) confront the moment of choosing otherwise — and learn that growth is not linear, not kind, not clean… but inevitable.
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Nibbled Edges of Infinity (A Rat’s Elegy for Shelved Time)
A rat visits my kitchen shelf each night—not for food, but for forgotten stories. This poem reflects on the passing of youth, the futility of denial, and the persistence of memory in the guise of a quiet intruder. As we stand on the threshold of a new phase, we ask: can we truly trap the…
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No One Taught the Moon How to Wait, But She Did Anyway
A poetic tapestry exploring the small, quiet acts of love and sacrifice woven by a family member. Told through shifting perspectives—it captures how grace often hides in the simplest gestures, and how those moments echo across time in unexpected ways.
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Metrography of a Flame: A Love Sketched in Suburban Reveries
In the subterranean theatre of metro rides and neon-washed intersections, love stumbles, surges, and flickers like a poem refusing punctuation. Metrography of a Flame is a daring descent into the chaos of longing—where Ravi and Shreya, two drifting planets, collide in a dance of silences, texts, and incandescent glances. This poetic experiment is a tribute…
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A Table Set for All: Ode to the Favorite That Never Was
When asked, “What is your favorite restaurant?” the answer unfolds not as a place, but as a journey — through memory, spice, hunger, and metaphysical menus. This poetic narrative blends an immersive experience that invites you to taste your past and question your cravings.
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Liturgy of Letting: (Letters written to the twilight
A surreal tapestry of emotions unfolds across various abstract realms. This piece dances between detachment and tenderness, chaos and calm — revealing the beauty of not-quite-letting-go.
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Ten Years Hence: An Avant-Garde Odyssey of Becoming
“Don’t ask me for a five-point plan. Ask me for the constellation in my left eye…” This sprawling, unconventional poem dismantles the rigid frame of future projections and replaces it with a dreamscape of self-questioning, odd metaphors, wild detours, and deeply human truth. Told in first person, it answers the cliched question “Where do you…
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K E N Y O : 154 Taboos in the Mouth of the Hills
In the Naga village of Khonoma, where the wind still remembers, a silent covenant of 154 taboos—Kenyo—guides every step, word, and intention. This unorthodox, avant-garde poetic journey delves into the unwritten laws that govern life without locks, politics without punishment, and morality without fear. A hymn of resistance, memory, and quiet strength from the hills…
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Juxtaposition: My High School Lexicon Unfurling
This very long poem explores the profound lesson of “Juxtaposition” learned during my high school. It captures the constant interplay of my contrasting experiences and evolving perspectives that shaped my understanding of the world. The poem revolves around the central “Juxtaposition” word, revealing its enduring significance in personal growth and memory.
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The Bench of Whispers
In a quiet corner of Delhi, Elara sits on a familiar park bench, speaking softly to her late husband, Rohan. Through memories, reflections, and subtle grief, she weaves a poignant monologue that captures love, loss, and the delicate act of holding on—even when one must eventually let go.
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Driftwood Echoes
The echoes linger. The silence persists. And yet, the heart beats on—scarred, but wiser. A story concludes not with forgetting, but with the grace of remembering, and the courage to begin again.
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Cartography of Longing: A Lexicon of the Unspoken
A shard of light. Not yet defined. A tremor in the air. Not quite a presence, not quite an absence. Something between shadow and form, a whisper of existence. A moment poised at the edge of articulation. The shimmer of a thought, waiting to be born. A pulse beneath stillness, barely perceptible. A disturbance in…
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Broken Harmonies: An Elegy for the Absurd
your fingers are matchsticks— you strike them against my spine, watching me burn for the sport of it, a pyromaniac of the soul, igniting my vulnerabilities. the embers glowed with a dangerous beauty, a fleeting warmth that always turned to ash. you said love was a song, but we only knew the screams, a discordant…
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Viscous Gel & Pixelated Ghosts: A Pandemic Adaptation
The air, once a lung-filling expanse, now curdled, a viscous gel clinging to the edges of breath. Did you notice the shift? The subtle molecular rearrangement of fear? I did. My skin, a porous membrane, registered the change first. A prickling unease, like phantom static from a disconnected world.” (Alternatively, a more fragmented excerpt): “Screen…
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A Guilt-Free Life: A Manifesto of Liberty
A guilt-free life is not a polished stone, smooth and unblemished. It is a feral thing—unshaved, untamed, unrepentant—rolling in the dirt of existence, teeth bared not in defense but in joy. This poetic manifesto dismantles the weight of regret and embraces the wild, unapologetic now.
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I Remember You for No Good Reason
You are the hum in the floorboards of a place that no longer exists, a blueprint the wind erased, a doorbell pressed by no one. Your voice is a shadow cast by a moth too small to matter. Why do you linger like dust in unopened books?
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The Hollow Bones of Dominion: An Ode to the Bald Eagle
Before it was egg, it was wind—an incantation whistled through the ribcage of extinct beasts, a secret folded in the sinew of time. The sky whispered a name long before it was given wings.
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The Shape of Us
Love sways, fear locks, anger cracks, loneliness tilts, and hope stretches. If emotions took shape, would they hold or break?
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Kintsugi: The Art of Loving, Living, and Mending Through Time
We are not what we were before the breaking. Love, life, and time have cracked us, reshaped us, but in every fracture, there is gold. This is the art of Kintsugi—of mending without erasure, of honoring scars, of finding beauty in what was once broken. A poetic journey through then, now, you, me, our relationship,…
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Unwoven Threads: A Poetic Defiance of Borders and Names
If I am to exist, let me be unnamed. If I am to love, let it be without borders. If I am to speak, let my voice be a river that refuses to be dammed. This is a journey through mirrors without frames, voices without limits, and bodies beyond definitions. A poetic unraveling of male,…
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A Chorus of Mirrors
When everything is the same, no one stands out. When no one stands out, who do you become?
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A Season That Forgot Its Name
One day, someone will ask again: ‘What is your favorite type of weather?’ And I will pause. And you will pause. And they will pause. Because some questions do not have answers, only echoes.
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What is My Favorite Type of Weather?
Each season is a wound. Each season is a song. Each season is a question that never expects an answer.
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The Almost Poem: A Dance with What Could Have Been
Some poems arrive whole, complete, tied with a perfect ending. This one does not. It teeters, hesitates, almost becomes something—but then—fades into the space where meaning lingers.
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Unwritten Edges: A Tapestry of Moments, Myths, and Misdirections
A second walks into a bar and orders time, neat. A woman steps off a train while a man steps on, their shoulders grazing but never turning back. A magician smirks at the reflection that refuses to be seen. Reality blurs, dreams whisper, and fate weaves its improbable dance. And in the end? There is…
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Ink’s Whispered Cartography
I trace the needle’s hum, / a vibration stitched into yesterday’s skin— / you, standing there, will ask me tomorrow, / ‘What tattoo do you want?’ / and I’ll laugh, / because the ink already blooms / where the collarbone dips, / a raven with eyes like fractured clocks.
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Shatterglint Hymns in a Bent Abyss
time is a jellyfish / stinging itself into knots, / tentacles of seconds / slapped against / the windshield of perception— / splat! / splat! / splat! / and the wipers / are broken, / smearing yesterday / into a greasy tomorrow.
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The Echo Between Us: A Dialogue in Unspoken Verses
A silent conversation woven in echoes and longing—words unspoken, yet never unheard. Through verses that drift like the wind and linger like the tide, a story unfolds in the spaces between what is felt and what remains unsaid.
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You, Me, and the Catastrophe of Love (A Love Story With a Side of Chaos)
Love is nothing if not unpredictable. And I love unpredictability. And predictably, I love you. Somewhere between your terrible taste in music and my refusal to read instructions, we bought a cat and nearly burned down the kitchen. This is how we say ‘forever.’
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Cartography of Two Mouths: A Love Beyond Time, Form, and Matter
Love is not arrival, nor departure—only the endless arc of longing, the whisper of infinity folding itself between our lips. A journey never complete, a touch never lost. We are the unfinished story that time cannot erase.
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The Unmapped Cartography of Motion (A Journey Across the Veins of a Nation)
A road without a map. A song without an end. The sky, the rails, the tires, the wheels—each a verse in the poetry of motion. What do I choose? All. None. The journey itself, forever unspooling.
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The Art of Unbecoming: A Poetic Journey Through Letting Go and Transformation
Erase the childhood laughter that doesn’t fit the narrative. Erase the promises made at dusk when the world seemed possible. But some things resist erasure—like the way rain insists on falling, like the way an unfinished song hums in the walls of an empty room. What remains after everything is erased? What grows in the…
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The Weight of Unspoken Expectations (A Lament in the Echoes of Assumptions)
They hand you a script you never wrote, yet demand a flawless performance. You carry their questions like bricks, your spine bending into a question mark. But what happens when you stop apologizing for existing? When you break free from the weight of unspoken expectations?
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The Gospel of Gravity: A Manifesto for the Slothful Soul
In a world that sprints, I choose stillness. In a time that demands urgency, I savor slowness. This is not laziness—it is a revolution. This is not inaction—it is an art. The Gospel of Gravity unfolds in eighteen movements, a whispered rebellion against the tyranny of speed. Sit back. Breathe. The universe isn’t in a…
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The Unraveling of Bliss: A Symphony of Disarray
You said inner peace is a state of bliss. I believed you. I swallowed your words like honey, expecting sweetness forever. But life is not a lake without ripples, nor a world free of storms. I have learned to dance with the chaos, to let go of what I cannot hold. And now, I ask—where…
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The Unfolding of Silence: A Poetic Journey into Acceptance and Clarity
“Acceptance is not a bow, not a sigh, not a finality. It is a door opening to the only place you were ever meant to be.” A poetic exploration of the struggle to let go, the challenge of seeing things as they are, and the quiet liberation that comes with surrender. This piece moves through…
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Fractured Echoes of an Unsaid Love
Was I serious when I said I love you, or was I a magician pulling a trick on myself? Was it the kind of love that stitches wounds, or the kind that carves them deeper? And when you looked at me, was it understanding, or just the polite way people stare at paintings they don’t…
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The Unopened Hands of a Restless Mind
Life offers its gifts in whispers, but a restless mind cannot hear. This poem explores the struggle of accepting life’s offerings, the weight of doubt, and the art of unfolding into presence.
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Kulbhushan Chaudhary’s Debut Book Love, It Was Never Meant for Me Launches with Emotion and Strength
Kulbhushan Chaudhary’s debut book Love, It Was Never Meant for Me launched at Kunzum Books, South Delhi, leaving attendees deeply moved. With heartfelt speeches, a powerful reading session, and meaningful interactions, the evening became more than just a book launch—it became a moment of connection, reflection, and healing.
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[unwritten & infinite]
I am not stone, not river, not fire, not sky—yet I echo in all of them. Truth unravels in my hands, yesterday burns to smoke, tomorrow opens like a door. Nothing owns me, yet I breathe forward. Again, again, I become.
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The Unruly Waltz of Symbols: A Dance of Motion, Meaning, and Rebellion
A sequence of symbols, a silent choreography—🙆🏃🤸—moves through space and meaning, a dance of rebellion and surrender. Is life a pattern we unknowingly follow, or a rhythm we choose to disrupt? This poem dissects movement, existence, and the unspoken silence between gestures. Where will you stand in the cycle?
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Love, Not in Gazing
Love is not in gazing, not in possession, not in scripted echoes of passion. Love is movement—parallel souls bending toward the horizon, finding, losing, and finding again.
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A World That Has Lost All Colour: (An Odyssey in Greyscale)
A world once painted in fire and song, now drowned in the silence of greyscale forgetting. She tries to taste red, he reaches for blue, I whisper to the void—nothing answers. When colour fades, does the world remain? Or do we fade with it?
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Tides of an Unfinished Eternity
She was a wave before she knew she had a name—rising, folding, collapsing into herself, a quiet violence, a borrowed echo. The sea does not call the waves its children, yet they return, again, again, a thousand whispers dying before they reach the shore…
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Ego Stops the Flow of Love – A Poetic Unraveling
Ego builds walls where love seeks to flow. It clenches where love opens, resists where love surrenders. This avant-garde poetic exploration dissects ego’s quiet sabotage of love, guiding the reader through its illusions, its defenses, and the moment it finally breaks.
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The Last Text I Received (or, the Unfinished Symphony of Words)
A text—a ghost of intent— arriving wrapped in pixels, delivered by unseen satellites, a whisper across the void.
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The Years That Ask, The Years That Answer
There are years that press their questions into your skin like ink, and years that peel them away, leaving behind the answers you never knew you held.
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ok. (or, the weight of a single text message)
A single text. A single word. Three letters that carry the weight of uncertainty, indifference, or something in between. In a world where meaning is compressed into pixels, where silence speaks louder than words, how do we interpret the spaces between the letters?
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When I Am Reborn, I Want It Just Like This
I do not want a new beginning— I want the same life, the same sunrises bleeding into familiar horizons, the same stories, the same heartbreaks, the same unfinished symphonies. Let me return, not as a stranger, but as a repetition, a whisper carried by the wind, saying— again, again, again.
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The Ritual of Our Chaos: An Ode to Holiday Family Traditions
Holiday traditions arrive like ghosts in ugly sweaters—uninvited yet expected, familiar yet strange. The table is an arena, the gifts are wrapped illusions, and laughter escapes like steam from a too-hot dish. We gather, we feast, we pretend the past hasn’t stained the cranberry sauce. And as the night ends, we lie: “We should do…
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An Apology Letter to Someone I Wronged
I dip my quill in ink the color of regret— not black, not blue, but something bruised. A shade that stains the air when two souls fracture. I write to you on parchment peeled from my ribcage.
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My Morning Routine: A Chronicle
I wake in the hush before the hush before the hush before the scream of the clock. The bed swallows me, spits me out. I negotiate with the morning stranger in the mirror, promising coffee in exchange for recognition. Somewhere, the day waits, a beast at the threshold—it does not ask if I am ready.
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My Usual Commute to Work/Mall
The train arrives, except it doesn’t—A gaping metal jaw that swallows briefcases, regrets, sale alerts, a child’s unraveling shoelace. I step inside the stomach of the city.
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My Faceless Muse: Echoes of Creation
My muse has no face, no form, no single voice—it hums in the dark, whispers in riddles, and carves meaning into the marrow of my bones. Whether it arrives as a storm, a shadow, or a flicker of light, it is relentless, insatiable, and always just beyond reach.
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Endless Echoes of Love: A Ghazal for Señorita
A soul-stirring ghazal that captures the echoes of love—spoken and unspoken. Through celestial whispers, moonlit shadows, and waves of longing, this poem weaves an eternal melody for Señorita, where love lingers beyond time and silence speaks the deepest truths.
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The Secret Door in My Garden: A Journey Through Soil, Shadows, and Stars
Beneath my garden’s restless soil, secrets coil like whispering roots. A door waits, unseen yet felt, breathing against the fabric of reality. What lies beyond? The garden knows, the soil remembers, and the hidden door beckons.
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The Mirror That Explains My Dreams
The mirror is not silver, not glass, not reflection— it is a mouth, a whisper, a scream of old selves unraveling. Each night, I dream, but is it my mirror that dreams me?
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They Whisper, They Roar: The Odyssey of My Shoes
My shoes? Ah, my shoes—not mere leather and lace, but the conspirators of my wanderlust. They have whispered secrets in moonlit alleys, roared through storm-drunk streets, and danced on forgotten battlefields. They remember every step, every scrape, every place where time stood still. Listen, and they will tell you stories of mystery, adventure, and the…
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New Neighbor, Old Ghost
A moving truck, a familiar face, and a past that refuses to stay buried. When an old friend returns as a new neighbor, the echoes of childhood stir, weaving memory and reality into an unfinished story.
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Books That Made Me Go ‘What??’ An Odyssey of Literary Chaos
I reach the last page. Or so I think. It folds into another. And another. The story writhes, refuses to conclude, characters resurrect, plotlines unravel, an author laughs from the shadows. I try to close the book, but the pages flutter like a trapped bird, refusing to be caged, refusing to be finished.
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Happiness is an Inside Job: A Poetic Exploration Across Perspectives
Happiness isn’t a destination, a prize, or a fleeting emotion—it’s an ongoing dialogue between the self and the world. This poem takes you through shifting perspectives—to reveal that happiness was always within, waiting for you to listen.
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My Rules to Getting Stuff Done
Completion is a mirage. No masterpiece is ever done, only abandoned at the right moment. I do not chase the end—I let it find me when it is ready.
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What Would I Do If I Knew I Would Not Fail? I Would—(No, I Already Did)
I would—(No, I already did). I built cathedrals in the wind, unzipped gravity, and breathed in failure like oxygen. I sculpted oceans from reflections, burned maps, and let hesitation bloom into something unbreakable. What would you do if you knew you would not fail? No—what will you do, now that you know?
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Fracture Hymn: The Beauty of Breaking and Healing
Broke once. Broke twice. Screamed into the hollow of myself, but the echoes stitched me back.
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Echoes for Tomorrow: A Poetic Legacy for Future Generations
I will not be here to see what remains, but I will leave echoes stitched into the fabric of things too quiet to notice—a lullaby, a bridge, a lesson whispered in the dark. Let them inherit not just the world I shaped, but the tools to shape it anew.
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What Would I Wear If My Wardrobe Door Is Stuck?
A poetic journey of self-discovery woven through the metaphor of a stuck wardrobe door. As I stand at the edge of morning, I explore what it means to “wear” the world and myself in a moment of uncertainty. The wardrobe remains closed, and I search for meaning in the fabric of my own existence.
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The Aftertaste of Triumph: A Reflection on Fulfillment
Three victories. Three symphonies. And yet, I remain undone—a conqueror and captive, seeker and settler, alive in the unfiltered ache of existence. This is how triumph tastes when the echoes of longing refuse to fade.
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The Room is Unfamiliar: A Journey into the Self
The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. The walls hum in tones I’ve never heard. Not whispers. Not words. Just a vibration. A presence. The room is not just a place—it’s a mirror, a canvas of fears, memories, and truths. In its stillness, I find myself.
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The Alchemy of a Professional Daydreamer
A poetic resume from the mind of a dreamer, detailing the qualifications, experience, and untamed imagination of a professional daydreamer. Dive into a world where the ordinary becomes extraordinary, and silence turns into symphonies.
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Echoes of Eternity: A Journey Through Time and Silence
Who whispers through the void where silence sleeps? A journey through time, silence, and echoes, Echoes of Eternity weaves a tapestry of dreams and reflections, where every word reverberates and connects with the one before. A seamless flow, untouched by breaks, where the past and future dance together in an endless cycle. This echo verse…
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A Piece of Advice that Helps me Live Through the Tough Days
I am a cactus in the desert of your mind, spines outstretched like fractured thoughts, prickling the edges of your consciousness. I cannot promise answers, but I offer lessons from my scars.
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In the Shadow of Contrast
In the shadow of breaking dawn, truths slip through cracks in the light. In the shadow of our own silhouettes, we meet the selves we hide from sight.
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The Ghost of the Unfinished
There it lies—etched in graphite on the parchment of my will, suspended between the spine of yesterday and the breathless sigh of tomorrow. ‘Something,’ it says. A task unspoken yet ever-present. The ghost of the to-do list haunts me still.