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rant short poem

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Home.
Comfort to some
trigger warning to others.
I know you hate my generation
The self labbed
Woke people
Who are drunk on one side of a story.
I am a generation
The one who is totally
Failing at being what
We’re to be.
You take pride in
Densely packed
nervous buildings
glued together with curiosity,
not hope.
And call this a living.
You and I have
different understandings of home.
I have seen too much of waves
to call shore
As my home.

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poetry

Of Love and Worries

Maybe we’re just born to love and worry about the people we know, and to go on loving and worrying even when there are more important things we should be doing.

~Sally Rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You


There’s this shade of brown
in your eyes
that make brown
more than just brown. You hate your eyes,
for the world
made you believe
Only blue is pretty.
And being a boy
you’re supposed to love blue.
Is what you’re paying worth the cost?
I worry about the way
your words form in your mouth
when you’re hurt.
I worry about the intensity
of your feelings and
I’m scared of the depth
with which you feel.
To tell you the truth,
I love you for the depth
in your emotions.
I’m afraid. Afraid
You’d leave
Am I investing too much?
Too much, too soon?
But I don’t know
how to stop.
How do I tell you
That I love you
and not act on it?
The world is on the verge of dying.
Age old civilizations
are about to fall.
From science to our faiths,
everything is shattered.
Everything is Sea.
Everything is land.
Sky is nowhere to be found.
And
I’m here,
Writing and worrying about you
While there’s a lot to do
To love
To see
To learn.
But I guess, this is what
makes us human.
Makes us, us.

(Image from Pinterest)

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gratitude

Happy World Poetry Day!



Poetry.
Words is general mean so much to me. In one way or another, they keep me sane. Poems helped me in a way I could never express in words (see the irony!)
I read everything I can, it’s the only thing, I think I am good at. Words have always been showing me the immense possibility; for us humans – the possibility of life. I am not a poetry aficionado, to be honest. But what I had read, has moved me to a state of such dilemma, I wanted to turn the world upside down and make it better, for everyone (in my own way).
Poetry made me realise that writing can show me what I wanted out of life. I want many things, but nothing beats poetry. I feel deeply connected to it. The shared appreciation and love for poems have helped me reach where I am right now, meet people, helping me discover communities of like minded people, not just in India but from across the world.
It’s like a bridge.
I’m always thankful to poetry and words.