Reblogging – Complicating the Simplicity

When I sit on my hot seat to see the lively scenes on my fractured screen with absolutely no screams, everything seems seamlessly lovely & spotless from the safe distance of those crazy complexities

Just let me be & let me breathe and let me see, if you can really see through, when I project my transparency of the transparent me through the window, that transpires the red ink into the frame of moist & mixed feelings

You see, it’s not possible to understand a single word if the divinity of this world won’t be unfolded coz the understated unknown energies are being underrated & underestimated by the human nature, that’s simply busy in blowing the overrated & meaningless smoking swirls, generated by some useless extrapolation of quite simple assumptions, which in turn takes the mankind to the senseless & rusted junctions

So many different meanings of a pretty simple thing is just like demonizing the simplicity & degrading the cold feeling after the aftermath of burning flames, when it’s very much possible to sense the unseen but still, one keeps throwing the senseless theories without actually smelling the essence of pure simplicity & acknowledging the power of the unseen energies

It’s senseless if you try to make sense of every single word separately, but if you simply sense the flow of pure energy, you’ll see a whole deeper dimension of this crazy scribbling

So do you get now the complexity of simply complicating the simplicity of simply me?

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Stuck

Stuck in the deep
Deeply sad times
Time is running so fast
Faster than thoughts in the head
Heading to hit the wall in full speed
Speedy recovery is what we say
Saying things will be alright
All are shaken to the core
Core is losing the hope
Hoping for the best

Gates chained
Chasing the lanes
Raising the dams
Damning the senses
Facing the phases
Crawling like ants
Breathless no air
Shouting for help
Praying like insane
Catastrophe we live

Failing to play
Falling like preys
Reds in the rain
Blaming the heaven
Firing the flames
Burning the deads
Ashes are left
Smoke prevails
Soul lives
Energy is left

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A Poem about…Burning the Self

This poem is about how the Self overshadows the Being, as I get entangled in my own patterns. How pain, rage, damaged brain & veins create the image of the haunted phase, while the Being is simply present in its pure essence behind these patterns, created by the Self.

Burning the Self is a poem, through which I’m trying to set me free. Poetry helps me in resetting the eye of an I, which is often covered with pain body of different emotions.

Let me free me from my see-through & tight hold of the reins
The shining pearls I’m dripping in this beautiful & heavy rain
The clouds are dark & heavy, they are veiling my layers of pain

Crazy lines I’m scripting through the multiple black spots in my damaged brain
It’s not in vain when I say my phase is the one controlling my haunted scene
It’s like the red tint is tainted when it flows out from the inside of my stressed out veins

The way my top frame is screaming out in top form the rising rage
I go crazy when my brain blows out in pieces to ride the insanely strong waves
My mind is sometimes constrained in square shapes, I’m not able to losen my grip

Sharp thorns I’m shedding by burning the outer surface of my thick skin
Deep dents I’m hammering out of the deformed shape of my swirling face
It’s my Being standing out peacefully behind the ashes of my burning Self

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More poetry and poem about self & being: 7 Days in Hell, Bleeding Orchid (1). Giving up, a poem written during a dark hopeless time (2). Related to a poem about self and being burning.

Complicating the Simplicity

This poem is about how we all have tendency to complicate simple things and then we are entangled with the complexities of the simple matters in reality. How we underrate the unknown energies and sometimes only look at the meaningless theories, without the proper knowing.

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