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๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ?

๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง

๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ

๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ.

 

๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ

๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ,

๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด,

๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ถ๐˜ท๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ

๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ด – ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ.

 

๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด,

๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ซ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต

๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ,

๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ,

๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ด,

๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด.

 

๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ,

๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜บ

๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ, ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ,

๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ.

๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ,

๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด,

๐˜ข ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ… ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ.

(วสŒฤฑส‡ษ”วdsษนวิ€) วษนO

Poem, Poetry

Were all accords made for self

my thoughts may be more candid,

were I still budding and ignorant then

Iโ€™d have thought I could plan things.

Iโ€™d have girded excuses

then youโ€™d render them useless,

like I planned it,

then Iโ€™d grin

and youโ€™d sigh

and watch the bullshit vanish.

 

Maybe itโ€™s easy to write

since Iโ€™m not forced to say things.

Iโ€™m not forced to be patient.

Iโ€™m not forced into waiting.

Iโ€™m not broadcasting my thoughts

and waiting for you to โ€˜okayโ€™ things.

Maybe itโ€™s easy to lay awake at night,

make poems out of statements,

maybe itโ€™s simple to scream into the ether

and avert conversation.

โ™ฅ ๐’ฎ๐’ฐ๐‘€๐‘€๐ธ๐‘… ๐ต๐ฟ๐’ฐ๐ธ๐’ฎ โ™ฅ

Poem, Poetry, thoughts, Uncategorized

(ใฃโ—”โ—กโ—”)ใฃ โ™ฅ I think Iโ€™ll sit alone this summer.
Just reflect a while,
afford myself the time to blossom and
retrieve the hope that Iโ€™ve now forgotten.
Maybe I need a restart,
maybe Iโ€™m afraid to face the facts
and accept that things have been hard,
Iโ€™m definitely not the assured image on display
and maybe Iโ€™m just another flawed being and thatโ€™s okay. โ™ฅ

๐’œ๐“ˆ๐“Ž๐’ถ ๐’ฑ๐’ถ๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘’, ๐ต๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“Ž ๐ผ๐“ƒ ๐’ฒโ๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘’๐“‡

Tแ—ฏO แ—ฐIแ‘Žแ‘ŒTEแ”• แ—ทEแ–ดOแ–‡E แ—ฐIแ—ชแ‘ŽIGแ•ผT

Poem, Poetry, thoughts

Before midnight, when we would dance

and sing,

Before midnight, when things were calm

and bliss.

 

Youโ€™d share tales of lands,

Edenโ€™s that await,

places where dreams could soar

and voices vibrate.

Youโ€™d share future plans,

of marble floors and golden gates,

of sunny skies and ocean waves

and Iโ€™d eat it up, make no mistake.

 

Before midnight, Iโ€™d close my eyes

and dream

and for a moment youโ€™d appear

and Iโ€™d find peace.

 

๏ฝฅ๏พŸโ‹†ย  ๐ŸŽ€ย  ๐’œ๐“ˆ๐“Ž๐’ถ ๐’ฑ๐’ถ๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘’, ๐ต๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“Ž ๐ผ๐“ƒ ๐’ฒโ๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘’๐“‡ย  ๐ŸŽ€ย  โ‹†๏พŸ๏ฝฅ

โ–‘Cโ–‘uโ–‘rโ–‘sโ–‘eโ–‘ โ–‘oโ–‘fโ–‘ โ–‘Cโ–‘oโ–‘mโ–‘pโ–‘aโ–‘sโ–‘sโ–‘iโ–‘oโ–‘nโ–‘

Poetry

The curse of compassion,

you find feeling in all,

you embody empathy

so now you feel it all.

Now you feel their joy

and share their pain,

now you taste their laughter

and share their shame.

 

And itโ€™s hard,

oh โ€˜tis so hard.

To love so deep

that one envyโ€™s the sociopath.

And itโ€™s hard,

oh โ€˜tis so hard.

To love so deeply

with a broken heart.

๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ…ท๐Ÿ…พ๐Ÿ†„๐Ÿ…ถ๐Ÿ…ท๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ†‚ ๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ…ฝ๐Ÿ…ณ ๐Ÿ††๐Ÿ…พ๐Ÿ…ฝ๐Ÿ…ณ๐Ÿ…ด๐Ÿ†

Poetry

What misery awaits us,

were a life of sorrow

the reality of living;

I wonder,

could life be worth living,

weโ€™re it not for wonder?


I wonder.

 

What glory escapes us,

were a life of bliss

right within our grip;

I wonder,

could it all be so different,

had we clung to our wonder?


I wonder.

 

 

For When I Need You, Daily.

Poem, Poetry, thoughts

Your dreams for mine,

swap your path for mine,

your heart for mine,

a life for a life.


Your breath for this,

your thoughts for mine,

trade places so briefly

and allow you more time.


Exist in memory,

relive those plenty,

when life gets lonely,

thereโ€™s comfort in memories.

Busy For The Moment

Poem, Poetry

For a moment it things were bliss.

For a moment I heard the birds.

For a moment my visions were coloured,

for just a moment, forever were a grasp away.

I were the lively one

and you were coy,

for a moment, if only a moment,

we felt peace and we experienced joy.

โ€˜Enoughโ€™

Insight, Poem, Poetry

You say itโ€™s enough,

you think things can change

if you say it enough,

itโ€™s incrementally better,

but thatโ€™s never enough.

 


You bury the feeling,

it pains one so much,

irrational decisions, burn the love,

they said all would change

but thatโ€™s never enough.

 

Busy In Wonder โœ๐Ÿพ
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