Ephemeral memories

A plumage of memories which are perennial;

Goes on a ride with the road not taken.

Winds and storm kept knocking the wings.!!

Wet and tired wings kept losing the feathers

That are interwoven with emotional touch..!!

Scars started accumulating with the falling feathers;

Creating void space in between.

Poor bird felt that it's the outer scars that burn;

But,

Didn't realize that the inner scars are:

Cold as ice and clear as glass.

When the bird lost the path;

It asked  itself, "Where shall I go?"

Kid who lies in heart said, "Left"

And the grown mind shouted, "Where nothing's right?"

Scared kid whispered, "Right?"

And then mind laughed and said, "Where nothing's left?"

Money -- People

Remember this:

"Relations die before money"

Doesn't matter how much you love!

Doesn't matter how much you care!

Nothing matters before money;

Because

Without money, your love and care doesn't exist.

You do what shouldn't!

You speak what you shouldn't!

You be what you wouldn't!

And

You fear when you shouldn't!

Money my Love.... M.O.N.E.Y it is!

People say, "You're not capable"!

People say, "You're such a loser"!

People say, "You're poor"!

People say, "You're cheap"!

People say.. People say..

And,

In the end, they just fucking say that;

-

"You're hunger of money".

People my friend.. C.H.A.M.E.L.E.O.N they are..!!

Familiar

Truth is always like poetry;

And most people fucking hate poetry..!!

Because it takes us out of the reality world in which we live in.

"Familiar" - Understand this word to its depth.

Because

We, the people always want an authority or trust.

We want someone to tell us

How to value something or someone.

Strangely,

We choose that something or someone

Not based on facts or character and actions.

We choose it because that something or someone

Seems "Familiar" or "Known" or "Your kind".

And in the end, you're going to say

"I'm not" and never have been "Familiar".

We think that part of life is essential

But,

We forget that it has already killed a part of life before we realize it.

We always think and pretend to be matured.

It's not the fault of stars that makes us think so.

As Mark Twain says:

"It ain't what you don't know that gets you into trouble.

It's what you know for sure that just ain't so."

Truth has the power to break us into pieces.

And every piece has a price to be paid.

Now, I'm not asking you to go after truth.

I'm just saying you to realize before it crashes you.

I, You and Anthropology

I have ego

And that doesn't sum the person I care.

I ignore

And that doesn't sum that I don't care words and actions.

I'm furious

And that doesn't mean I speak and do nonsense.

I hate identity

And that doesn't mean that I don't want to be notified.

I hate promises

And that doesn't mean that I haven't promised one.

I hate love

And that doesn't mean that I haven't fallen in love.

And, I hate you..

And that doesn't mean that I don't know you.

============ Because ============

I have ego

Because you chose and kept me as an option.

I ignore

Because I have things prioritized.

I'm furious

Because you don't feel emotion and value words.

I hate identity

Because it's the world telling me how I'm going to be treated.

I hate promises

Because promises are never kept.

I hate love

Because it is materialized and less pornified.

And, I hate you..

Because I have been with you.

Vague Flower

Blessed to live again !

The Sun rose

With my

Obscure and unpredictable life,

Skeptical people and thoughts around,

Ineradicable suffering,

Fighting to receive, embrace and transform oneself

With Love's vague character

Which bullies my inner me

To understand its character

And,

Not let it be like well water

Which is hard to fetch

And dissolve my thirst.

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Better than a road with clear path

On which the life runs

With a speed at which

I miss to understand

How a tree and flower was made with their passing,

I wish to get lost in a jungle

And understand that,

"There will be no flower left

without chlorophyll, sunlight and water".

And I know life smiled back at me

when I read my first stanza.

Malar

I see her walking

With a smile

On her face

Slowing down the time

And,

Asking the heart

To beat in rhythm that matches her smile.

I'm afraid that

I fell for her.

Not knowing that

I fell every time

When I saw her.

I kept my hand on my heart

And,

It was smiling like

It never smiled before.

I think it skipped a beat

But wished to continue

Fearing,

That it won't fall for her next time.

Never knew that a smile

On a flower can blossom

And,

"O beauty!!", you are the flower

That blossom inside me

Coloring the petals of my heart

And

Make it smile

As you always do.

Enemy

I heard, "You are going to be judged".

Fear engulfed on my face

Just as the sun does on solar eclipse

By

Killing the light

And

Sparking a black desire from the burned out wood.

I asked, "Who's the judge?"

With a sculptured culprit mind,

With an intention to mold and map the face

Just as, the sun sets calling the moon on

With the light nobody can see

And

Watch the shadow.

I asked, "Where does my opponent live?"

With a masked evil mind to kill the voice that arose

Washing the hands with black blood

That will leave the scars until its dusted.

In the end,

I asked, "Who's my opponent?"

He replied, "He doesn't exist. He is just your inner truth."