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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.

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.

 

 

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.

Neighbours

Poetry

There your neighbour stands

and here you compare your hand

to your neighbours hand.

They followed the script,

your script was sabotaged,

yes they followed the script

but theyโ€™re still dissatisfied.

 

Itโ€™s just that your injustice

to you, is always more magnified.

And thatโ€™s life, I understand.

 

But they have life too.

They hope and dream,

just like you,

they over work and under sleep,

just like you;

harp on โ€˜what could have beenโ€™

just like you,

a happenstance separates them from despair

and any second, should something happen, they could be just like you.

 

Look at your neighbour,

see that theyโ€™re just like you.

You have fears, they have anxiety too,

they feel annexed from society too.

They feel the burden of working for about half of what they should be earning;

they lost a loved one too, youโ€™re not the only person.

 

Your neighbours just like you,

and their neighbours just like them,

so theyโ€™re just like you.

Hereโ€™s to solidarity.

My Blessing

philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts

Swallowed by darkness,

trapped in fear,ย 

fear of the darkness

Iโ€™d hoovered and hoarded.

Consumed by guilt,

by pain, the struggle of knowing

you made mistakes, took closed routesย 

that secured this lonely fate.

Until the day I were saved,ย 

the day you grabbed my heart,

the day you made me change.ย 

The day you gave me hope,ย 

the day my dreams replayed.

You gave me light and for that I give thanks,ย 

for fixing the brokenย 

and filling the blanks.