The cosmic stardust 🌟

Lost between some unknown stars,

And an eclipsed moon,not so far.

There I am, wondering to unravel,

Trying to apprehend,

The mystery of the unexplained,

The riddle of my strange presence.

Is that me, 

the unknown in the known galaxy,

Or a normal being of earth,

but in a foreign universe.

Where the air can talk,

Whisper with my songs,

But changes the chorus,

To suite their consonance.

The eclipsed moon,

And the cosmic stardust,

Hypnotize my wisdom, 

To make me their perpetual member.

With no sign of feelings,

Whether bitter or pleasure,

Angry or comfort,

This might be a world of neutral zone.

A sense of repose

Even in the turbulent air,

A touch of imperforate,

Even when no one is there. 

Reborn (this is where I begin)

Scent of life, yet unborn,

Stronger and deeper,

At it’s final notch to bloom.

Reborn again

in the dew of raindrops,

With the wind, peel off the old existence,

Sending sparks in the vault of heaven.

Reborn again,

To exile the self made evil,

Burning the hatred and blemish.

A walk in the water to help,

Generating current of self,

With rebirth at every bend.

Reborn again,

To sweep away the dust of despair

To begin from vibrant colour

At awakening spring and summer.

Reborn again,

To stop culling the shell of resistance,

To focus on fresh new pearl of freedom.

Revive again,

the spirit of virtue,

Skin scarred with wisdom,

Eyes full of colours

of flawless wonders,

Whose hues needs to be treasured.

Emerging anew

with a stronger soul

Reawakening with new eyes,

For riddles to unfold.

Feeling the new skin,

the one I am in,

This is where I begin.

A word with my subconscious mind (part II)

“Well hello again, how have been you doing lately”, a faint yet coercive voice break within me. It was familiar but not an upbeat.

I ignored at first, but it kept disturbing me again and again. I could not help but replied, “I am doing great. Now can you please leave me alone”. And then I kept myself busy cooking something, especially for me. A best way to divert my mind.

Well it didn’t work. My subconscious mind, my selective memory is not letting me go. I had no choice but to deal with it. So I talked to it.

“You are doing great, huh? Well, I must say, you can lie to yourself quite smoothly. I am impressed. But I have a doubt. Can you clear it?” it said with a calm voice.

I replied, “You always have doubts. Why can’t you figure it out yourself? Anyways, tell me your doubt. I hope you get your answer this time”.

It continued, “If you are doing great, then why the hell are you bothering me? Why the hell are you keeping me awake? I need some rest dude.”

I got enraged and shouted, “What the hell is wrong with you? I am struggling here with myself, trying to figure out my problems, giving my situation the name of mood swings and all you care about is your sleep.”

After shouting, I got calm down and suddenly realised my food was burning. The smell irritated me more. Oh shit, I ruined it.

Anyways, as I said, my subconscious piece of mind, was having a lot interest talking to me lately, so it continued, “Dude, are you even listening to yourself. You just admitted you are struggling with something. What is it? You can talk to me. I am the first and last person who can listen to you endlessly without interrupting, who can understand you. I told you earlier also, I am your friend. Don’t make me your enemy. Let me listen to you. Let me talk to you so that we both can sleep. Obviously i’ll sleep after doing my job, talking, well listening to you”.

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PS: It’s an extension of one of my previous posts. Few of you must have read it earlier. Those who want to read the previous post, here’s the link, A word with my subconscious mind.. 

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We are the forever that doesn’t exist.

We are the forever,

That doesn’t exist.

We are the forever,

That comes and leaves.

Existence is a concept,

With its own predicament.

For some, being brief and finite,

For some till perpetual point.

But we,

the fleeting existence,

In world of constant transitions,

Either trying to transform our existence,

Or continue to maintain our presence.

We are the thoughts,

Spiral in circles of existence,

Coming and going 

Back and forth,

With every coming generation.

With one idea comes,

Another gets forgotten.

All we see, all we feel,

Is a Illusion or reality?

Questioning it,

Is itself a mystery.

Because,

We are the forever,

That doesn’t exist.

We are the forever,

That comes and leaves.


A walking contradiction

I am a human, with entangled perceptions,

A walking contradiction,

With my perfectly flawed delusions.

A losing champion,

Of an ambulate confutation.

I am waiting for something,

Yet quite impatiently.

Staring at the demise,

With eyes full of life.

Listening to the silence,

In a room full of turbulence.

Finding an accurate edge,

On the circle of deceptive web.

I crave for my space, my seclusion,

Still demanding an undivided attention.

I am clumsy with my words,

Yet I write and write to make it clarion.

I rise to get strong and straighten,

But get stumbled into another contradiction,

Filling the void in me by forming another convolution.

 

What a contradictory life,

Paradoxical and disorganized.

But I learn from this turmoil of distractions,

I can never be consistent,

As I will be my walking contradiction.

via Daily prompt: Ghoulish

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Her thought problem

Helpless as a dead person she is,

Surrounded by a serious bleakness,

When she deny the power of her own thoughts,

When she neglects her own feeling,

For making everyone else glee.

She shrink herself a lot,

For someone else’s comfort.

Now she is being overlooked,

She is being ignored,

By no one else, but herself.

She is no more recognised by her soul,

As her mind is now a clay, ready to mould.

Her mental illness now spreads,

Denying her own existence, her self-worth.

Stuck between who she is,

Who she wants to be,

And who she should be.

 

She needs her voice of thoughts again,

Her power of existence to cure her pain.

She needs her forgotten value back in her life,

To make her dead thoughts alive.

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Via daily prompt: Deny

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Building your own self..

Push on your instincts,

Be the master of your fate.

Walk with a purpose,

Because it’s never late.

Influence, it grows like a weed,

Differentiate the good and bad ones indeed.

Make your own personality,

Equally vital, yet unrecognised,

To save it from the hypocrites worldwide.

Insignificant Existence

Words become more than words when one feels them into existence. I am writing this because I realized how we just emphasize on big significant things or moments around us with the impression that these are the ones which can affect our lifestyle, our thinking, and our perceptions. But we never really endorse the small petite things which also has the ability to influence your life.

Above there, either you can see the same blue sky every day or you see same stars just as some dots lying there. But have you ever noticed a single star continuously twinkling with the same energy as before? When I look at it, it tells me to shine continuously no matter how vast is the darkness. And there is nothing wrong in darkness. After all a certain darkness is needed to see the stars, to appreciate the brightness. Have you ever observe the dawn or sunset? Every time you see, it will have different shades of bright colours. Sometimes more red, sometimes a little. How dynamic these changes are. How beautiful these transformations are. Each one can tell a story to you. Each one can capture a beautiful moment with you.

World is a miracle, every last glorious inch of it. And I want to feel the existence of each instant, small or big because now I know there is no such thing as insignificant. If something exists, it has some role to play. You just have to perceive the importance of it.

I am incapable of drawing single stroke at any present moment. There is a lot to capture in that moment. Thousand unnoticed plants are noticed by me. I want to grow familiar with countless indescribable forms of insects and flies and the power of that invisible air which sustains us.

We say the world is unpredictable because we are unaware of the presence of so called insignificant existence. We are just focused in our own prime existence. Our thinking is ruled by forces of chances we get and the coincidences we strike with. These chances and coincidences are nothing but some fragment of life which goes unnoticed.

You might think you are not important in this world but you know maybe someone out there hears a song in radio and it reminds them of you. Someone remembers a joke you told him and he is laughing in the middle of the road. Someone remembers you every time he looked at a 10 rupee note because you gave him 10 rupee in time of his need.

So why can’t we give some importance to some trivial things and see what are they doing in our life? Very few people can appreciate the nice weather outside as first thing in the morning rather than getting ready for work and planning for the whole day schedule. Very few can appreciate that they are still alive to get the chance of making their day a masterpiece.

So there is no need for a significant moment or change in your life which can influence you or which is influence by you. Every crumb of living and non-living entity can be appreciated for their presence in your life.

Just want to say at last, It doesn’t matter if your glass is half empty or half full, just be grateful that you have a glass and there is something in it….

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