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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–‘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.

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
Asya Valentine

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.

Kin

Poetry

Look no further beyond yourself,

all matter is subjective,

if so then all subject is fatuous,

If we are to truly credit

the individualism of liberalism.

 

Faux outrage, more cynicism

gratifying the little picture,

sacrificing the bigger picture,

silently stare as society folds,

forgetting that weโ€™re all in the picture.

 

Look far beyond,

beyond perceived notions of want,

beyond greed, beyond individual dreams.

Look to all that is lost,

as individualism grows and itโ€™s no longer โ€˜weโ€™.

 

Search outside yourself,

live for your brother, sister, friend, lover,

your kin.

It takes thousands of souls to make a mark,

Yet change it starts within.

Ero and I

Poem, Poetry

If emotions were blind,

If forever were mine,

Iโ€™d travel the moon and stars,

Just Ero and I.

Iโ€™d move heaven and earth

if there were ever the time,

re write history and bring more joy

to both Ero and I.

For alone is a mere figment,

weโ€™re not broken, weโ€™re injured,

letโ€™s re draft our tale to create new pictures,

were I to wield time Iโ€™d make yours different.

But in our timed reality, forevers a lie,

so I cling to our moments before the memories die.