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There is no knowledge
that is not power
there is no blade
I've watched the metamorphosis
the birth and the death
a simple cycle that never fades
so young and yet
so dead for hope and dreams
you've torn down silver linings
with revenge dripping from my teeth
we're all living the same lie
and truth be told
dying from birth
we're just living to die
Problem? I see none.
Indulge to your heart's content!
It tastes good ?
It just might end you.
After all, you're useless...
We sure don't need you.
From your corpse, grows something better.
Like flowers, weeds even.
Cholesterol? So?
How about a bullet?
Or, cancer maybe?
With cheese and ketchup;
Have it any way.
A hatred and distrust of the human race,
Give me cyanide.
Wine.
And exotic toxic tastes,
A world living in apathy fails so badly.
Me, personally,
I'll just starve.
Who wants to live forever anyway ?
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*STATIC*
Dawn tinges the black sky,
A glow beyond the dark of night.
Impossible shades of gray,
Then silver turning to gold.
Beauty only GOD can provide,
Trying to light the sadness of my empty soul.
Awake.
Night followed by day followed by night.
Alone.
TV blaring trying to fill the soundless space within.
Thoughts of failure, self-worth,
Can I fix what is broken?
Do I even know what is broken?
Am I meant to stay abandoned and alone until
The night comes without a dawn?
The blackened ropes of confusion and emptiness hold me captive.
There is no shade of gray to lift my heart,
No silver salvation for my soul,
There is no glorious gold of dawn for one so empty and alone.
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Hello
Hello?
Who are you?
Another manifestation?
Another lifeform?
Another figment of my imagination?
Another object commiting actions?
Another pathetic swarm of matter?
Another moth flying around the same flame?
Another caged being scavenging for happiness?
Another voracious consumer of emotions?
Another leaf avoiding being stepped on?
Another pair of legs sprinting away from death?
Another creature dogging for lust?
Another cranium mezmerized by the illusion of 'love'?
Another bunch of arteries trying to stop time?
Who are you after all?
One of the sheep?
Or just wearing the skin to fit in?
Yes?
Hello.
Friend.
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Speechless
a dream come true,
on the verge of achieving the pinnacle of the only summit
that i have not conquered till date,
my joy knew no bounds;
i am not a speaker,
nor i express my happiness
as freely as everyone else,
but then that is me;
unmoved by emotions,
that flood so many others,
i have till date resisted
the pull and the push of it
from overwhelming me;
till date, till now,
but as i now stand on what seems like a turning point,
i am shocked,
i am stunned;
as the tv blares on in the background,
my mind is just blank, nothing,
it’s as if everything has been erased with one little swipe,
standing on the last step of the pinnacle,
so sure of success was i, everything else became secondary;
work, family, friends,
and the things that were dear to me,
i brushed them all away,
as i waited in line to accept the one thing that would fulfill me;
so sure of attaining the next level,
that when i reached the stage,
i let go of my guard only to be stunned by the reality of things,
something is not right and some things i cannot control,
and for once, i am truly speechless
at the way life still plays a game of hide and seek with me;
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Little Hands
Have you ever clung to a desire for so long
that your eyes saw nothing else?
The most beautiful part of existence is the ability to dream,
to aspire toward a goal, no matter how lofty!
Like the little girl with her hand outstretched to the stars,
hoping for just one touch of the cosmos.
Try as she may, with all of her might
soon she will realize she cannot reach very far.
That little girl does not cry!
In fact she simply sits there,
smiling.
And soon tonight, like many before
her mother will call with affection,
peeking out the front door.
‘Sweetheart, my darling where are you?
It’s getting late and you need your sleep! ‘
That little girl does not whine!
In fact she just walks in,
smiling.
The little girl with her hands to the sky,
is content with the knowledge that tomorrow is another day.
Her arms will be one day longer,
and the stars will still be there.
Her dream may wither until it can’t even be seen
but her dream will never tear.
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Sanctimonious
Free Falling,
fast into a frivolous fire of desire.
Seeing sanctimonious souls
seeking simple solutions to aspire, that take them higher.
Unfortunately unable
to understand unless they're a mess.
Living lies,
to look like they fear less with success.
Constantly crying,
while creating chaos to camouflage confusion within their delusion.
Inconspicuously inundated
by an insecure insignificant illusion spawned by their seclusion.
Obviously overlooking,
their ostentatious oceans fueled by their emotions.
Virtuously vanquishing,
their values and devotions, surendering their notions.
Brilliantly broadcasting
their beliefs by blissfully breaking and taking.
Always allowing
their atrocious animosity to leave them aching but forsaking.
Diligently destroying
their destiny by deliberately dealing and stealing.
Plastic people
their pale pretentious disguise is peeling and unsealing.
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Moon
watching the full moon
shining brightly up in the dark sky
i can’t resist drawing a parallel to my life;
one complete circle it has come,
what started as a small thing
has now been completed and finished
with the next stage already in motion;
just like a full moon,
my life achieved its highest peak and
like all good things, it has come to an end,
and slowly fades away into oblivion;
bit by bit, it starts fading away
bit by bit, slowly and steadily
leaving a long lasting impression behind
it is slowly moved out of context;
life goes on,
up and down,
waning and waxing
like a moon;
just like the craters on the moon,
all events etched deep into our memories
never fading away and reminding us of the
good and the bad days of life;
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Glue
just a hollow feeling
my mask on the seat next to mine
worn out, beaten and battered
it had come to an end;
just as smoothly as it started
the end was a quick one,
no nonsense, no stupid climax
the curtain came down in one swift motion;
standing tall amidst broken lives
no one cares if you stay back
to pick up the pieces
or make a run to the nearest exit;
full of anger and full of fear,
wanting to wreck the peace
my mind is seeking,
i gradually lost it all;
running away from death
and escaping from the mind games,
seeking refuge from the storm
i rushed headlong into life;
searching for a place to hide,
watching people trade money for love,
i began to fill the emptiness that surrounds me
with the pieces of my broken heart;
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Paint
I am a painter, and I like to paint pictures,
But my pictures are made from words rather than paint!
I brush and stroke the keys to lay the words down in front of me,
I keep on painting until I get a good end result!
My words capture a past time, or a moment,
My words draw a picture of my hopes and my fears!
Some words are from my wild imagination,
Others are snapshots of my life through the years!
I paint to get the thoughts out of my head,
When they are visible they are easier to understand!
My words paint for me a little picture,
Pictures of Love, passing strangers and friends!
I paint pictures of the world that surrounds me,
I paint pictures of the thoughts in my head,
I paint pictures of my hesitations, and the things that I dream of,
I paint pictures of things people have done and said!
My words, I lay them bare in front of you,
My pictures, might sometimes seem quite obscure,
But every artist is entitled to use self expression,
And my poems are an expression of ‘Myself’ for sure!
I like to express my lust, love, and longing,
I like to release the tensions that I sometimes feel,
I like to share my thoughts on all matters,
By sharing, it somehow helps make things seem more real!
I am a painter, and I like to pint pictures,
But my pictures are made from words, rather than paint!
I brush and stroke the keys to lay the words down in front of me,
I keep on painting until I get a good end result!
This picture is a self portrait of the artist,
The artist sits thinking as the world spins around!
His eyes are closed and he is sitting there comfortably,
His face is expressionless; there is no smile or no frown!
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Lost
as the sunlight slowly faded away
the city lights flickered on, one by one,
illuminating everything on the outside
and casting a shadow on the inside;
as time slowly ticked past,
the darkness inched closer and closer
spreading its shadows across the land,
my inner self comes alive;
as much as i struggle and curl underneath the blanket,
my fears come alive, and slowly engulfs me from the inside
and tears up the mask that i so successfully put on during the day;
fears that torment me from the inside during the day
comes alive as soon the light fades away and i am back into my den,
with a mind of its own, tormenting me every single night,
sometimes i wished i was dead;
surrounded by many,
yet isolated and alone,
i try to reach out to people
but succeed in grasping just empty air;
struggling to keep my sanity,
i plunge myself into darkness
for its the only place to hide
to cope with all this,
i give up and cry myself to sleep;
it’s tiresome to want something you don’t have, and each morning
i wake with loneliness by my side, each day I walk with it’s presence
in my footsteps, each night it lies hand in hand with my insomnia;
perhaps i have become invisible?
or have i become just an figment of imagination?
they cried on my shoulders and i soaked up their tears,
asking for nothing in return, but when i need someone,
where did they all go?
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Awe
Is it awe that makes me feel like a moth ?
How it finds a flame only to be burned.
Is it awe that leaves me living in a wasteland ?
How i search for a trampled green leaf.
Is it awe that i stand neck deep in memories ?
How they choke while i beg them to depart.
Is it awe that resists me to shed tears ?
How my sorrow comes out only as drying salt water.
Is it awe that i hate to close my eyes and think ?
How dreams die in an impulse of actions.
Is it awe that i dog for happiness ?
How it vanishes in a fraction of a second.
Is it awe that i don't believe in love ?
How it exists as a non-existent word.
Is it awe that i think life is an illusion ?
How it fools me and makes me blind.
Is it awe that i find eternal calm in death ?
How it makes me wish no one deserves to live.
Poems by Saptarishi
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