Excessive grins, and
Minor chemical imbalances
To be amended gradually
That showed up as a precipice. that you will trip and fall
Into digital images of moments
Of the things you miss and the things that don’t really affect you.
Tone and venues for creativity
I put on a pair of jeans.
Two substantial jugs
Almost completely vacant,
But in various levels anticipating the next stage of “life”
You protected me when
When I tried to push you away,
You were always there to pull me back.
You cherish me enough.
That I learned to love myself from you,
My better half is you.
The person I receive a call at home.
I have no idea when or how it occurs:
To fall in love with someone.
Perhaps it’s in the summertime breeze.
Perhaps the first snowfall;
Perhaps love is concealed there.
The journal’s pages can be just above your head.
Higher lip perhaps, just perhaps
Love is universal.
That which we are in every location,
Falling in love is an action
Simply the action of observing it.
I love rain, and I am a peacock.
The possibility of rain intrigues me.
a happy shower that might come.
Raindrops pelting against the roof can be heard.
I want it to conceal my tears as well.
Because I see it attempting to do so.
I adore rain and am a peacock.
I exaggerate how happy I am.
I think I will pass away.
As it touches me, I touch the rain.
Fearing that others will witness my suffering,
The lies have made me cry.
I adore rain and am a peacock.
To be clear, I’m not
Perfect Nobody, I assert
My ideal world would embrace my imperfections.
I make efforts to be charitable and joyful.
Newly enlisted soldier
Being an initial soldier.
I’m not as brave as you may assume.
Getting older
But you’d be in error.
Indeed, it was thrilling.
At a time when the government was inviting.
The possibility of valiantly fighting.
But they were mistaken.
The surroundings were muddy.
The confessions were bloody.
We believed our positions to be strong.
However, we erred.
The last couple rounds did tremble.
He believed we had prevailed.
He was in error.
Oh, Lie !
Tell me why mirrors don’t reflect you;
It’s ironic that you are the truth.
Just a sigh.
Every time I invent you !
Each time I take a breath from you, I feel high;
You force me to run away from the truths;
You enable me to survive in an adverse world !
A practical glue fix my damaged components;
Becoming more enticing
Because I don’t want to be split apart !
Believing that you are an incense;
I know in my heart that you smell bad;
I have to become friends with you
Because you are the brutal truth !
The tasks I put off
So that I won’t forget, I bold them.
It might not be writer’s blog.
I’m loving to reach readers.
I need to access the whole truth for it to be really good.
A gazer I scroll through the bold, passing past doors that are slammed.
I run into former coworkers.
But most importantly,
I now understand all they have taught me,
Including the importance of keeping my secrets.
Some will continue to be as courageous as they can,
While others will eventually glimpse the light and,
Boy, will they shine and smell of fire.
Viewing the bold as you scroll.
You’re not ready for a killer poem yet,
So I’ll let them alone for the time being.
Perhaps I’m not ready to identify my haters yet.
The beach side sunset of Golden Sea Beach
And the colorful rainbow Peach
The rain’s gentle cares.
The emotional lonely feeling.
Each has memories in it.
I regret the opportunities I’ve lost.
I have missed those boats returning inside of the Sea.
The gems I’ve discovered.
Finding something new near the waves sound.
Everyone has memories.
They shoot those moments with their smartphones and cameras.
They making the site more joyful and alive.
The transformative shift.
The source of illumination for my soul.
The scenery that gave me completeness.
Each and every moments of things has a memory.
Every person in the forest of life is a hunter.
Pursuing love and aspirations with all of my eyes.
Of famine moving swiftly
Their heartbeats sound like thunder.
Everyone wants to be the winner,
Which leaves me wondering.
What if we take a moment to slow down?
Just take in the trip.
How about if we move contentedly with pride,
For enduring despite all the hardships we cried.
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How do I fall in love with you?
To be a lover makes me nervous.
I might get lost in your beautiful smiley face.
In your deepest selfishness heart,
I might stay in your small world.
I might drown.
How can I love you?
To fall in love makes me nervous.
As a result of your absence,
I might break !
When you’re silent, it sounds strident.
I might quake !
Oh my love, in the silence of your passing.
I might nod off. A never-ending nap !
How do you love me?
To fall in love does not makes you nervous ?
You don’t look your age,
Neither your clothing size.
You are not your name,
Nor are you a weight.
Likewise, the hue of your hair.
Alternatively, your cheeks’ dimples
All the books you read and all the words
You speak make up who you are.
When you realise you’re alone,
You become the music you sing out loud.
You are the places you have visited,
likewise the place you call home.
You’re made of such beautiful things,
But it appears that you overlooked,
The moment you decided to identify yourself,
By everything you are not.
How can I feel at easy with you?
Pretending everything is fine.
It will close a door within a screen.
Additional doors are also there.
Something approaches the front here.
If I will genuine, my tears would dry up.
I ran away from suffering out of denial, and now I’m in chains.
I’m not attached to myself.
A chance to get it going and open all the doors.
But when you do, a brand-new world emerges.
Bring the songs, bring the tears because joy and serenity are yours because I’m hurrying to the centre.
A song, a movie, and some alone time.
A glimpse of the damaged Let’s not act like it’s easy job.
I’m starting to remember that my heart is capable of breathing, laughing, and singing.
In order for someone to feel me,
How gentle must I be?
So how pure is my skin?
To be considered “natural,” roots must be.
It doesn’t affect my health.
I drink only clean water.
How much more sinful would it be for me
To ask you to taint me, though?
Appreciate exploring sensation.
My preference is never to stay at room temperature.
Just take in a show or some sunshine
But I’m hoping that even if you remain long enough to see if I’m genuine or not,
You’ll still find me to be a treat.
ସାଇତା ଅତୀତ କବିତା କିଛି
ଆଜି ଯେବେ ତାକୁ କାଢି ଦେଖୁଛି,
ସ୍ମିତ ହାସ ଓଠେ ଫୁଟଇ ଝରି
ସତେ କିଏ କହେ କାନେ ମୋହରି ।
କେତେ ଦିନ ଆଉ ପଡ଼ି ରହିବୁ
କାଗଜ କଲମେ ଦରଦ ଦେବୁ ,
ଓଡ଼ିଆ କବିତା ପଢୁଛି କିଏ
ତୁଚ୍ଛା ରେ ଲେଖୁ ତୁ ନିର୍ଲଜ ଟିଏ ।
ଛାଡ଼ିଦେ ଆଜିଠୁ କବିତା ଲେଖା
ଲେଖାକୁ ତୋହର ପଢୁ ତୁ ଏକା ,
ସତ ଚେଷ୍ଟା କଲେ କ’ଣ ପାଇବୁ
ଥକିଯାଇ ଶେଷେ ତୁହି ହାରିବୁ ।
ସରକାର ଠାରୁ ଜନତା ଯାଏ
ଧନ ପଛେ ପଡ଼ି ପାଗଳ ହୁଏ ,
ଚାକିରି ଟେ କଲେ ସମାଜେ ତୁହି
ରହିବେ ସଭିଏଁ ନିଜର ହୋଇ ।
ନିଗମାନନ୍ଦ ନାୟକ
ବେଲପାଳ, ମୟୂରଭଞ୍ଜ
My mind is steadfastly pointing to you like the compass.
Despite my happiness.
You have become the representation of the things
Long for and the muse of my literal dreams.
Or is it only the wish
Of my soul and heart?
I have created a mental image of you.
Continues to appear, haunting my dreams.
Grim inspiration knocks at my door yet again,
With moments of true joy,
Leaving me wanting more.
More of something that is not a part of the waking world.
Helping me to find these lovely words,
Desperation and admiration.
A gloomy dump, and my thoughts
You’ve hit rock bottom,
The mosquitoes in Delhi said,
Repeating my worst fear
As my bed soaked with perspiration.
Worst night of my life,
Reality sliced me like butter.
Dawn has just opened my eyes to belief.
She introduced us.
My mentor, my philosopher, always by my side.
Helped me get over my sadness,
Inspired me to work hard,
And helped me turn a new leaf.
I was born again, and the power came on.
I’m enjoying the most wonderful morning of my life.
sunshine.
Part-1
We are two people from the planet Earth.
He was a wild hunter who was hopelessly
In love with my Savior however,
Soon The day of my death arrived.
The dance of the fires was the only constant.
I was burned into ashes and scattered
Throughout the skies by the hunter’s arrows.
A tale of a sapling wasted in love, inscribed in gold.
Part-2
I am not flawless, I’m a person.
I also made errors. I’m prepared to admit
I don’t always get it perfect,
But I’m willing to commit to trying to
Get better every day, little by little.
Because I am not always the best,
But I may strive to be my best self.
If you have to
Do something special
In the event than
Fuck the ideas
Focus on your goal
And avoid the public’s
Whispering or any rumors
The only possible outcome is
So dissimilar
So wonderful
One would
Most likely recoil
Lacking interest With ease
A state of being
But for you
Your ingrained greed must go.
The sunset on the beach.
The velvet of the peach.
The caressing of the rain.
The pang of emotional pain.
Each holds a memory.
The opportunities that I’ve missed.
The lips I have kissed.
The treasures I have found.
The discovery of a new sound.
Every one holds a memory.
The change that transcends.
The meeting of new friends.
The light that illuminated my soul.
The gif that made me feel whole.
Holds a memory.
Written by – Paul Crocker
You are always put before me regardless of who you are.
Maybe I should use my loneliness as inspiration for art.
Instead than leaving scars behind.
Rather than filling my gap with anything in an effort to block out the hole in my heart.
Perhaps this explains why, despite how frequently it feeds,
I continue to have this disease-smelling primordial hunger.
I tried to convince myself that I enjoyed the taste of rusty passion.
My knees were being scraped by my teeth.
I used to believe that I enjoyed how risky being in love with you felt.
In addition, how many time you have there been.
How many times have I expressed my love for my illness?
You might not be aware of it, but
I am currently with you.
Moreover, after you depart this world,
Then, I agree with you.
I’m not sure what awaits us.
The other side.
It’s uncertain what happens next,
To me, even.
But our souls are connected,
Additionally, we have a
Relationship that
Never expires
We never die.
I’m powerless against you.
The way you smile, look, and stare
Your soul and heart enchanting
I desire to embrace you with my arms.
Look up at the stars
Hugging you tightly
I should leave as soon as the sun signals.
The sun was oblivious to this.
Because you’re with me, I wouldn’t let you leave.
Most people feel safe in between their love’s Arms.
Every time your name crosses my lips, my heart warms. It’s like a drug that I can’t stop taking. You give me this warmth, this comfort, and this love-filled shield.
I’m confident that everyone in the era notices how my face glows. How wonderful serenity covers me like a warm blanket. The stories I chose to share are with the beat of my heart.
It’s like reading the best poetry anthology when someone describes you. It’s similar like viewing a painting and realising what each hue means. Being able to tell your tale is like reminding others what a home is supposed to be. You are the subject of my favourite tale.
A tale I can share now early in the mornings and late at night, without getting bored. And no matter how many words I use to describe you, I will always come up with new ones.
Sometimes, family can be so difficult. Although you deeply love them, you are aware that this love is unhealthy for you. Even while you are aware of their capacity to harm and destroy you, you still find yourself falling in love with them.
You will continually pick up the broken pieces in this dynamic that you share, where you are aware that your family isn’t ideal, and you won’t know what to do with them. Sometimes, family can be so difficult. Because you always struggle with wanting to be independent but then needing to rely on them out of habit.
And to achieve this, you’ll do all in your power move out, enrol in school, cease making calls, etc.
Limit your family gatherings, limit your phone calls, and even relocate if necessary to achieve your goal of independence. But for whatever reason, nothingness will come next. the enormous hole. You are plagued by the missing puzzle piece like a bad dream.
No matter how far you travel, you will still feel the need to check in on them and see how they are doing, as well as the anxiety of missing out on events and milestone celebrations.
Sometimes, family can be so difficult. You realise that you must stop looking for their approval because you are aware of the necessity to unlearn all the harmful tendencies you have carried with you.
However, each time anything positive occurs in your life, each time you achieve a goal,They are the first individuals you want to inform about a new achievement. Family can be really challenging because you rarely hear “Well done” or “I’m proud of you” most of the time.
You’re Mine & I’m Never Letting You Go,
Because You’re My Special And Favorite Person,
Don’t Ever Tell Me “You’re Bad For Me”
Or “I Deserve Someone Better”
Because No One Can Make Me
Happy As You Do,
I Promise I Won’t Lie To You,
I Won’t Ever Make You Sad,
I Know I Fight With You,
I May Have acted Worse
But I Can Never Stop Caring Or Loving You
Because You’re Always Mine.
I don’t want anyone else; I just want you.
I don’t care about others; I know I can never have someone like you in my life.
If I have ever made you sad,
Please accept my sincere apologies.
I promise that I will never make you angry;
I will irritate you; but I will never make you cry.
That’s how much I value you.
I adore you a lot.
I like you so much.
I need you as like as Earth need Sun.
I love you as like as Horse love to Run.
I make you happy as the way Rains make Kishan.
I can die for you as the way Soldiers do for their Jahan.
Because I love you as the way no another one can do.
I rejoice in myself.
I’m proud of the conflicts I had with myself and prevailed in.
I take pride in the numerous occasions that I fake a smile while internally struggling.
I am grateful for the several occasions that I took care of myself while suffering from nighttime heartache.
I am proud of the times I stood up for what I believed in despite having a trembling voice.
When I cut off relationships that I knew weren’t healthy for me despite my heart’s attempts to persuade me otherwise, I applaud my courage.
I’m proud of all the times I managed to keep my tears in check because those people didn’t deserve to see that side of me.
I rejoice in having learned how to love myself and doing so correctly today.
