Submissions by priyansh-sagar100
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2013 12:04pm
26th Feb 2013 12:04pm
the story of my soul.
I lost my soul, in a far corner of a little valley,
There were birds and flowers on the way,
But I lost my soul, due to a little folly.
I arrived back to the place where I had left it,
To see my soul in tears.
I held it in my arms,
And it showed me what I had embedded,
Deep into it.
It manifested the tales of my existences,
And told me of a legend,
About this old king in the valley.
To realize in the end,
That it talked about my folly,
And how it had left,
A little part of its self,
In me.
In hope that I...
There were birds and flowers on the way,
But I lost my soul, due to a little folly.
I arrived back to the place where I had left it,
To see my soul in tears.
I held it in my arms,
And it showed me what I had embedded,
Deep into it.
It manifested the tales of my existences,
And told me of a legend,
About this old king in the valley.
To realize in the end,
That it talked about my folly,
And how it had left,
A little part of its self,
In me.
In hope that I...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Feb 2013 12:01pm
26th Feb 2013 12:01pm
It is possibly, the same.
Even the day is as beautiful, as the night seems to me.
Even the day is as cynical, as the night seems to be.
Crazy in marvel, the night seems enigmatic,
Like decades ago, on cold winter rains in Paris.
Floating amongst the river, yellow lights on the side glow,
Amongst a melancholic mood, inspirational stars show.
Even the day is as dark, as the night seems to be.
Even the day is as passionate, as the night that I see.
I could paint a speck of wonder,
And my vain would float away,
I can lie to the world,
But how must I lie to my pain?
Even on...
Even the day is as cynical, as the night seems to be.
Crazy in marvel, the night seems enigmatic,
Like decades ago, on cold winter rains in Paris.
Floating amongst the river, yellow lights on the side glow,
Amongst a melancholic mood, inspirational stars show.
Even the day is as dark, as the night seems to be.
Even the day is as passionate, as the night that I see.
I could paint a speck of wonder,
And my vain would float away,
I can lie to the world,
But how must I lie to my pain?
Even on...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jan 2013 11:32pm
21st Jan 2013 11:32pm
awakening
Do you see?
What seems to be.
Lets try and relate,
Opening up to myself, its profound this kind of change.
Lets communicate.
One wont know,how I suppose
Things a little, over exposed
Feels like sticks and stones,
breaking bones
Forehead tickling,gleaming,bleeding,
Comfortably seducing,
Not what it used to be,
Ideology.
Trees a little closer now,
Saying what they used to be,
Why so dead?
How many more tears shed?
Many more affinities,
Divinities.
I wonder how ill disclose,
Things a little over...
What seems to be.
Lets try and relate,
Opening up to myself, its profound this kind of change.
Lets communicate.
One wont know,how I suppose
Things a little, over exposed
Feels like sticks and stones,
breaking bones
Forehead tickling,gleaming,bleeding,
Comfortably seducing,
Not what it used to be,
Ideology.
Trees a little closer now,
Saying what they used to be,
Why so dead?
How many more tears shed?
Many more affinities,
Divinities.
I wonder how ill disclose,
Things a little over...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2013 11:30pm
21st Jan 2013 11:30pm
why should i tell you?
Have I ever told you,that the earth turns around?
Have I ever told you,that the trees make a sound?
Open your eyes and listen close,travel the world with tippy toes,
Life is beautiful,bound to change,
Have I ever told you,we are all the same?
Have I ever told you?have I ever told you?
What is it that I am seeking?
Have I ever told you?what I believe in,
Have I ever told u?that it shines bright,
I'm not talking, about a candle light.
light beings in a physical forms,
Why are forms creating norms?
Have I ever told you that it pains to...
Have I ever told you,that the trees make a sound?
Open your eyes and listen close,travel the world with tippy toes,
Life is beautiful,bound to change,
Have I ever told you,we are all the same?
Have I ever told you?have I ever told you?
What is it that I am seeking?
Have I ever told you?what I believe in,
Have I ever told u?that it shines bright,
I'm not talking, about a candle light.
light beings in a physical forms,
Why are forms creating norms?
Have I ever told you that it pains to...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 9:10am
19th Jan 2013 9:10am
so what is it?
You don’t know what I want,
I don’t know what I want,
But what I don’t want,
Is to feel desire,
But then,
Desire is what I want.
Looking and standing in a new light,
I want to shine,
Not for the people, but for me,
Not a big home, not a fancy car,
I don’t know what I want,
Can you tell me what I want?
I stand here, I sit there,
Yet I feel confused,
I waver,
While my mood swings,
I doubt,
While the cage bird sings,
I shout,
While somewhere,
My soul is still,
But yet I don’t know what I want,...
I don’t know what I want,
But what I don’t want,
Is to feel desire,
But then,
Desire is what I want.
Looking and standing in a new light,
I want to shine,
Not for the people, but for me,
Not a big home, not a fancy car,
I don’t know what I want,
Can you tell me what I want?
I stand here, I sit there,
Yet I feel confused,
I waver,
While my mood swings,
I doubt,
While the cage bird sings,
I shout,
While somewhere,
My soul is still,
But yet I don’t know what I want,...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 9:08am
19th Jan 2013 9:08am
Grain of salt.
This dreadful reality, is not so dreadful after all,
Although I've been there, now why have I forgotten?
This hurting feeling, is not the pain that is bearable,
It’s this desire to penetrate through the walls,
Walls that we can’t see, but deep within we feel,
And this holy reality, questioning ourselves,
Is it holy after all?
Keeping things simple, does not mean don’t think at all,
Because in this normality, things aren’t simple at all,
Nostalgic feelings when i hear a song,
Left a good life behind,
Thought i could make a better one,
Here i...
Although I've been there, now why have I forgotten?
This hurting feeling, is not the pain that is bearable,
It’s this desire to penetrate through the walls,
Walls that we can’t see, but deep within we feel,
And this holy reality, questioning ourselves,
Is it holy after all?
Keeping things simple, does not mean don’t think at all,
Because in this normality, things aren’t simple at all,
Nostalgic feelings when i hear a song,
Left a good life behind,
Thought i could make a better one,
Here i...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 00:09am
19th Jan 2013 00:09am
awakening
being everything, and nothing,
a new consciousness arising,
lets be aware today,
concentrating,
changing,
converting
this is not me, i am eternal
identification with forms,
answers attained,
this is not me,
i am eternal.
peace is a reflex,
of underlying joy,
its a shift
attained through
letting go of a toy.
why am i so happy,
why am i in joy.
is it still the ego,
playing with a toy?
we are all one consciousness
experiencing ourselves,
we are all on a path
of getting over ourselves,...
a new consciousness arising,
lets be aware today,
concentrating,
changing,
converting
this is not me, i am eternal
identification with forms,
answers attained,
this is not me,
i am eternal.
peace is a reflex,
of underlying joy,
its a shift
attained through
letting go of a toy.
why am i so happy,
why am i in joy.
is it still the ego,
playing with a toy?
we are all one consciousness
experiencing ourselves,
we are all on a path
of getting over ourselves,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 00:08am
19th Jan 2013 00:08am
star stuff
If we are all star stuff, where is the meaning?
The materialism and realism, where is the light thats beaming?
We have lost the divine colors, the precise geometry,
Why is it only seeming?
Where is the light that's beaming?
There is a box full of contents,
And i am screaming,
From the outside,
The door is gleaming.
We together need to walk on the path,
To lightness from dark,
Letting go of the bark,
Where defining starts.
If we are all star stuff,
What is it that's beaming,
Collective consciousness is screaming,
We are slowly and...
The materialism and realism, where is the light thats beaming?
We have lost the divine colors, the precise geometry,
Why is it only seeming?
Where is the light that's beaming?
There is a box full of contents,
And i am screaming,
From the outside,
The door is gleaming.
We together need to walk on the path,
To lightness from dark,
Letting go of the bark,
Where defining starts.
If we are all star stuff,
What is it that's beaming,
Collective consciousness is screaming,
We are slowly and...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jan 2013 7:00am
18th Jan 2013 7:00am
play
Can you let my soul come out and play?
Come on darling
For a little while
While you count your days,
Can you let my soul come out and play?
While you count the stars in the night sky
And moon shines bright,
After the sun has settled,
Can you let the boy come out and play?
Once you have suffered enough,
And you have blown your mind off,
Can you let my soul show you the way?
Come on darling.
Once you have seen enough grey,
Can you let my soul add a little color to your day?
While you worry about you worldly matters,
And you...
Come on darling
For a little while
While you count your days,
Can you let my soul come out and play?
While you count the stars in the night sky
And moon shines bright,
After the sun has settled,
Can you let the boy come out and play?
Once you have suffered enough,
And you have blown your mind off,
Can you let my soul show you the way?
Come on darling.
Once you have seen enough grey,
Can you let my soul add a little color to your day?
While you worry about you worldly matters,
And you...
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