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The number of words used does not really matter in explaining thoughts. Longer isn’t always better. If what you seek is to be understood, avoid talking in circles and just keep things simple as ABC.
The earth and existence
fabricated for perpetually harsh lies.
Found only in this planet, fascinating things that leave you hanging with aw and amazement. The mysteries of a human being, art and beauty are to be found through every dark corner. Every known knowledge, powerful and divine, just goes by. Every known word, nourishing and sweet, just bursting with meaning. The limelight focuses on it; it is the creation of Science, the masterpiece of Religion, the thesis of Philosophy and the biggest catastrophe for every living soul.
Behind every wall, there is life. Life that everybody tries to colour, to put flavour in and to sprinkle with unicorns and fairies and magic and happy-ever-afters. Through everyday, the struggle for survival sinks in deep within our very skins. It burns yet it satisfies our longings.The worry of maintaining this “life” is the worry that kills. Our desire to make this earth proud breaks every bone in us. Ironic, I know. That our passion for keeping up with the fast revolution of this very planet is the one behind our ageing, the one which exhausts our minds and, in every way possible, the source and centre of every problem.
If the Earth would just kindly disappear for a moment, if it would be caring enough to take away our fears and predicaments, time would stop and so as all the beautiful, complicated minds of our anguish. The cosmos would be uninteresting, but it won’t matter because no one would be left to fret upon it being uninteresting. We don’t have to worry about anything anymore because there would be no us, no nothing, no dilemmas, no life. If it happens, I’d be ready and willingly go too.
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Heroes I recognize live in between shallow, brittle papers
dim lights and pale ink illuminated their subsistence
their lives aren’t dictated but rather defined
their identities became theirs’ to find.
They are not carried with elegance and grandeur
neither were fed with plushness on silver spoons
all went through dark, winding and deadly forests
before reaching their lands where the sun never sets.
One of them, my favourite of them all
imbued with a vile, unsound lightning scar
left unloved in a family of dissemblers
but found home in a school of wizards and sorcerers.
Often misunderstood and excluded
always blamed and found somewhat careless
tormented and scourged by the evil of them all
but courage and bravery saved him from the fall.
Another is a woman full of love and spirit
traded freedom for the soundness of her family
was indulged in a dress of scorching red and fire
but destined to play in a game of mercilessness and wicked desire.
Escaped the encounters, those she managed to rebel against
been able to triumph over the domains’ ruthless power
dreamt to live in a harmonious pledge of freedom and peace
the attacks of ungodly fears and agitation came to cease.
The next is yet another woman of boldness
one who had to make a decision of great risk
confused, struggling and was in a complete, twisted mess
but all she became was to be divergent; selfless and dauntless.
This one I guess became unfortunate and wretched
all she wanted was to find the way out of the labyrinth
her soul got entwined with her smoke and sorrowful dwellings
the smoke in which, she dies not in pain but in fulfilment of her dreams
The last, a girl bequeathed with pain
pain of which demanded to be felt
drawn into a piece of literature which brought her miles and miles
with a boy she lost to the echoing chambers of life.
It’s them who I want to become, them who fought with every struggle
unwanted, unloved and thrown away into the depths of an unending abyss
collided with the things that are inhumane and improbable
but untied the knots of the rope which seemed to be impossible.