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It’s sad when one wants to say a lot … But have no one to hear, understand, or can’t just really utter that emotion, those feelings out. © ritikapeace
Probably I’m the most unsuccessful person in the world.
Can’t even kill myself properly.
Falling in love with the writer
Is the biggest mistake you can do
If you cannot handle it.
For that crazy one,
Will melt you in those words
Like a candle wax.
You will remain standing,
If you ever left..
You will still remain
Either beautified or sketched with black
Either burning and vanished into ashes
Or melted and kissed.
You cannot escape, the writer and that ink.
It will leave it’s blot, forever and ever.
Falling in love with the writer,
Is the biggest query you’ll regret.
You’ll be dared, to be made invincible.
Immortal. Either living free or bruised and as hostage, in those locutions, forever.
Dare and date,
Fall in love with a writer.
©ritikapeace 💙 #err1585
Hidden under the white covers
My yellow buds
Escaping through the roads
Of my green shelves
I’m trying not to run
Not to drown…
I’m trying to stay
And fight this back
Through my own crafted roots
Or is it so?
#err1585 aka ritikapeace
I’m not like what people percept
It’s never have been true
Never will be probably.
Heart is important, that’s true,
Probably I try to sing a different song,
One which not really is my genre.
I’m not still that saintly or peaceful..
I’m much more messed up
That’s why I add piece of peace everywhere
Because I’m much more lost into darkest of human tendencies which one cannot see
But I know me, not the one outside,
Nowhere… For me.
To me, I’m fading away into the plethora of smokes and flames,
Now I’m burning, silently.
Oh! Wishing to find peace,
In my own world, as they often say,
I’m jiggering myself and I,
Call for peace.
It’s a lie that people are good.
All are bad.
If sex is a sin,
Then you must not be here.
If cleverness is a sin,
Then the goods are foul.
If a girl is a sin,
Then what about your mother?
Tell me now.
It’s a lie that people are good.
It’s hard to incline towards soul and not blood.
It’s hard to say, I love you than I hate you.
It’s tough to hug than to slap and rebuke.
We are good.
No. Everyone is just resisting bad.
Bad is good. And good is bad.
All is lie.
It’s just the circumstances, past and the perceptions,
What you hark, watch and belief.
The nights darker than before
Mornings in waits
Laughers in annoying way
And heart beating for health care and betterment.
That’s when everything seem to be illuminated.
That’s when everything seem to be ruined.
That’s when everything improved.
That’s when probably I was insanely feeling everyone, every word.
I wish to stay fine…
Now as I sit here
With the numbness of my eyes
Dizzy, all fussy,
Sleepy little eyes,
Reading these poesies taming me all the while,
Oh! Damn this life!
So beautiful, gorgeous sometimes,
At others, poor little thing like those mudded leaves–died, dark,
Where now shall I go?
Now as I sit here,
Thinking to go to bed soon,
All dizzy… All sleepy,
Extends of extremities I feel now,
Blocked my nose, I can’t breathe no more!
Wait, let me stand.
Yes. Now see, me standing with this phone in my hands,
Thine eyes will imagine stabs and slits.
I’m walking, going to my bed.
See it seems I’m blinking my eyes,
Just to get rid of my tiredness.
I take breaks to type.
But here I…
Yeah! I wave, I switched off the light and fan.
My room is dark now.
Here I go to my family,
To sleep along with them.
Oops! Typo. Hehe.
In the nature’s vibes
Lands of paradise
Amongst the most thrilling brights
Sunshines and the beams of blue
I feel to drown deep inside those floods
Whirlpools taking over these nerves
In the nature’s laps
All gem and green,
Grey with glee,
I polish each step.
On verge of eternal quietness
And electrifying human depths
Inside hearts of hatred colouring red
Oh! Black to red,
I feel the birth of new me.
In the nature’s vibes,
Infinity. Intuitive I’m always.
Infinity of me. Me.
©ritikapeace (aka err1585)