Gunshots

Two men were talking outside
They weren’t agreeing on something, it’s obvious
It then turned into an open & heated quarrel
This picture changed its course right away
One of the men lost it coz he was unwired
His uneasy mind suddenly began to short circuit
The feeling to kill other guy, to make him forever quiet
He took his gun out & pointed it at this guy’s body

Pap Pap
Pause
Painful cry
And then
Pure silence
Gunshots were fired
Blood all over the place & now that man was quietly lying
He got shot on the street in broad daylight

Hang on with me to see another scene, I’m not just rhyming
A young kid got his eye on this piece of iron
His eyes were fixed on his automatic rifle
He’s not happy, so he was simply smiling
Deep down he’s actually something planning
He was visualizing the scene in his twisted mind
He looked at the firearms last time & he switched off the light
Next day was the very day he was gonna use the deadly toys
He checked everything meticulously in the morning
He drove to this school in his car filled with firearms
His eyes were dead, he was filled with pure violence
He got off the car loaded with bullets & rifle
He was walking in the hallway like the storm so soundless

Rat-Tat-Tat
Was the sound echoing in the sky
Several kids were wounded in the school this time
Some of them were already dead & some were slowly dying
The horrific bloody scene was so alive
Terror
Trauma
Fear
Panic
Screams
They were hiding & crying
At some point 911 was dialled
They said cops were on their way, they were soon arriving
The skies were then roaring with so many sirens
Police & ambulances were coordinating & tactically lining
The killer was still spraying bullets like water droplets
Maximum destruction in his head, he kept firing
Innocent kids covered in blood, they kept dying

Such horrendous incidents every other day has become so common
Pap Pap, Rat-Tat-Tat, Bang-Bang are the sounds so common
Killings due to disagreements, racism, mental instability & more are so common
Gun violence in the name of self protection is so common
This abnormal behaviour has become so bloody common
Every other person owns the gun is so very common
Government condenm such incidents & then move on is so very common
Empty talks but no action is the scene so very common

The superpower on the surface of this world but truly powerless at the bottom
Not providing a decent life to the citizens ain’t no superpower
Trillions of dollars on warfare but poor for own people is the problem
Not looking at the root cause to see why this all is happening is the problem
Walking blindly on the river of blood & tears is the huge problem
Accepting this so very common phenomenon is the very problem
40 k per year on an average dying alone in USA due to crazy gun violence
When is it ever gonna end, why are people so helpless & blinded?
Open your eyes to bring that change, you’ve got the power

Every single life matters!


There are n number of different scenarios…I’m highlighting only 2 of them…this poem is purely my view…there’s no political agenda…all I’m saying is that this gun violence needs to end…love is all we are & we have…

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Blessing

You can call me brain dead
Coz I’ve got some vain veins
Countless spots in the insane scans
They look like microscopic yin-yangs
If I describe their transparent appearance

You might stare at me why I’m showcasing this story
It’s just my way to walk on this unending staircase mindfully
It’s my way to create the space, it’s sort of my own therapy

Brain hemorrhage on the right side had brought me to 3 hospitals in 2019
I was told I was close to die when the neurosurgeon detected a second bleeding
This critical sickness had loaded me with a new baggage of mental instability
I had to relearn how to sit, stand, move, focus, sense, grip through different therapies
The nights were crazy tough with restlessness, body pain & arrows in my head feeling

Now let me switch off the lights to show you a sparked scene
One day I was sitting on a chair in my hospital room to eat my evening meal
Later I wanted to simply relax after taking those heavy pills
But I fell off my chair when I tried to stand up on my unsteady feet
I took the chair down as well coz I had absolutely no balance in me

I was struggling to elevate myself with no tactile sensation in my left arm & hand
So I started to slowly crawl on the floor towards my elevation bed
The climb to reach my bed was hard as if I were climbing the Mount Everest
Sweat on my face but I did pull myself up against the gravitational shreds
At this point I realized, I was very sick & quite damaged

I started to ask several questions to myself
Would I be able to speak with the same depth?
Would I be able to walk without losing the balance?
Would I be able to work just like the old days?
Would I be there for my loving family?
Or am I nearing the death bed, this is it – the end?
Tears began to fall coz the new state wasn’t easy to comprehend

Trip-Track was the subconscious sign prior to the bleeding I visioned
It’s a poem that came to me before this all actually happened
I felt the bleeding had a purpose, there was definitely a deeper reason
Perhaps the highest source had decided to reset my seasons
Perhaps it wanted to shock & shake me to awaken my senses

So now you know why I’m sharing this old incident
It’s not about gaining sympathy or feeling sorry for myself
It’s to see above & beyond the eye’s strength
It’s about the deeper calling & to embrace the present
It’s a blessing that I’m still wearing this body as a sacred present

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Photo taken by myself with an overlay of my scan from Nov 2019.

A Human Being

So if I simply write this to you
Would you read it?
Would you get what I mean?
Eye me explicitly
Tear me tenderly
Drop me dramatically
Wet me whimsically

I’m dreaming in this dream
You are with me
Soulful touches
Body heat
Wet lips
Intense eyes
One heart

Yeah, it surely is a dream
Coz I can only see me in reality
Empty touches
Body scream
Dry lips
Soft eyes
Broken heart

Is love only related to a relation with another human?
Is love about feeling, touching & kissing?
Is love about missing, longing & meeting?
Is love about losing, sacrificing & winning?
Is love conditional, seasonal & situational?
Answers I already have coz I know its true meaning

But tonight I’m missing the heat
Tonight I don’t want to really see
My craving to kiss like crazy
And look in the beautiful eyes so deep
Touch the gentle skin tenderly
Forget the world & all those what ifs

But the emptiness in me
Is choking me very slowly
My throat is dry & heavy
My soul is grey & rainy
This moment my body is shivering
Coz I’m feeling once again very lonely

Vulnerability at its peak
Soon I won’t be able to speak
Caged in these feelings like a freak
Running around in circles to be free
Closing my eyes to find the inner peace
But eyes are constantly dripping beads

Yeah, it truly was just a dream
I’m sitting in my room not able to sleep
It’s time to listen to my favorite playlist
Before I sink into my loneliness a few more feet
I’m in tears but I just don’t want to scream
Weak & in pain I can be coz I too am a human being

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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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