In twisted tangles of an imbroglio,
A web of woes that doth entwine,
With knots of confusion, heart and soul do go,
And reason flies, like wind in leaves divine.
In this labyrinth of thoughts so intricate,
Where truth is lost, as in a maze profound,
The mind doth struggle to find its state,
As passions rage, like waves around.
But hope doth shine, like stars above,
A guiding light, to those who love,
For in the midst of all this strife,
Lies peace, if one but chooses life.
So let us not be daunted by the fight,
Nor lose our way in darkest night,
For in the end, we shall emerge from sight,
To see the beauty of the light.
In twisted tangles of an imbroglio,
In the moonlit night, beneath the stars,
Jasmine whispers, soft and sweet,
A fragrance that enchants and soothes,
A balm for weary, troubled hearts.
Jasmine whispers, tales of love,
Of passion and of longing deep,
Of secrets whispered in the breeze,
As lovers dance and hearts take flight.
Jasmine whispers, songs of hope,
Of dreams that soar on wings of light,
Of beauty found in every bloom,
Of joy that fills the darkest night.
Jasmine whispers, words of peace,
A gentle lullaby for the soul,
A reminder that we’re all connected,
That love and kindness make us whole.
So listen close, my dear friend,
To the jasmine whispers, soft and clear,
Let their magic fill your heart with love,
And guide you on a path of light.
In the realms of affection, where hearts do alight,
Sides of love are like facets of a diamond, bright.
Each one a different angle, a unique part of the whole,
Shining with its own light, a story to tell, a role.
On one side, there’s passion, a flame that’s ignite,
A burning desire, a heart’s wild night.
It’s the thrill of the dance, the rush of the fight,
The pulse of the moment, the fire of delight.
On another, there’s tenderness, a gentle embrace,
A whisper of love that finds a quiet place.
It’s the softness of touch, the understanding gaze,
A comfort that soothes the soul’s aching days.
Patience, a side of love that’s seldom seen,
A virtue that bides, a silent stream.
It’s the art of waiting, the peace that’s so sweet,
In the storm of emotions, it’s the calm retreat.
Sacrifice, a side that’s selfless and pure,
It gives without asking, it’s not in the cure.
It’s the laying down of one’s own desires,
For the good of another, with no hidden fires.
Trust, the foundation, the bedrock so strong,
It weathers the tempests, it stands for the wrong.
It’s the belief in the heart of the one who’s apart,
The glue that holds love together, never to depart.
And lastly, there’s commitment, a promise to stay,
Through the years and the changes, come what may.
It’s the choice to love, not just once or twice,
But forever and always, with joy and with strife.
These sides of love, they intertwine, they dance, they collide,
Creating a tapestry rich in texture and pride.
It’s not just one feeling, it’s not just a glance,
It’s the multitude of emotions that make love withstand.
So let us embrace all the sides, in their turn,
For love is not singular, it’s a many-splendored burn.
It’s the sum of its parts, in a beautiful show,
A symphony of emotions that grows and grows.
And in the embrace of this love so complete,
We find our own happiness, our soul’s retreat.
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Needle and thread at my fingertips, I weave the tapestry of my life. Scars, witnesses to my resilience, Bruises, reminders of my healing, Heart, stronger but bleeding, Life, calming but clouded with pain, Ocean, stormy but destined for tranquility.
The future, a canvas waiting to be painted, Though my plans may not adhere to my design. Sometimes I yearn to flee, But life’s grip is firm, demanding patience.
So I wait, darkness my companion, Four walls my sanctuary. Until we meet again, I leave you my whispering poems, Thoughts to ponder and reflect upon.
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In the lacuna between silence’s hush
And the sighs that exhale my angst, my rush,
I lie awake, my mind a restless sea,
A tempest of thought, unbridled and free.
The abyss of silence, vast and deep,
Where echoes of dreams and memories sleep,
Is pierced by the sighs that rise from my chest,
A lament for the lost, a plea for the blessed.
In this liminal space, between two worlds,
Where the veil of reality softly unfurls,
I find myself suspended, adrift in time,
A witness to the sublime and the sublime.
O, space between silence and sighs,
You hold the secrets of the night skies,
The mysteries of the cosmos and the soul,
The tapestry of life, where all things unfold.
In your embrace, I find solace and dread,
A paradox of being, both alive and dead.
For in this liminal space, I am reborn,
A Phoenix rising from the ashes of dawn.
When seduction turns into brutal crime,
Love becomes a nightmare, time stands still.
Passion consumed by rage,
A fatal attraction, a killer’s thrill.
The object of desire, now turned to prey,
Their innocence lost, their life on display.
The hunter’s gaze, cold and unyielding,
A darkness within, forever concealing.
The fatal attraction, a twisted bond,
A love that knows no bounds, beyond.
The victim’s plea, unanswered and unheard,
Their fate sealed, their final word.
In this twisted tale of love and hate,
Passion consumes, leaving nothing but waste.
A fatal attraction, a love so deep,
It drives one mad, asleep or awake.
Beware the one whose love burns bright,
For in their eyes, there may lurk a night.
A fatal attraction, a love so blind,
It leaves a trail of sorrow and pain behind.
If you find yourself caught in this snare,
Flee before it’s too late, take care.
For the fatal attraction, once it takes hold,
Will consume your soul, leaving you cold.
आत्मा शाश्वत है,
न कभी जन्म लेती है,
न कभी मरती है।
वह अविनाशी है,
वह देह में रहती है,
पर देह नहीं है।
वह मन में रहती है,
पर मन नहीं है।
वह बुद्धि में रहती है,
पर बुद्धि नहीं है।
वह आत्मा है,
Into the depths of my soul,
Calming the chaos,
Making me whole.
A sacred embrace,
Nourishing my spirit,
And filling my space.
A gentle release,
Letting go of burdens,
And finding peace.
Into the stillness within,
Where thoughts and emotions,
Can softly begin.
In the dance of breath,
I find my true home,
Where my heart beats freely,
And I’m never alone.
Into the mystery of life,
Connecting me to all that is,
And beyond all strife.
So I surrender to the rhythm,
Of this sacred flow,
And let my breaths sink,
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The price justifies, some say,
When value meets the cost.
But what is true worth, I ask,
When all that’s gained is lost?
For in the pursuit of riches,
We sacrifice our soul.
And trade our time for treasures,
That make us feel so whole.
But can we buy contentment?
Or happiness untold?
Can wealth erase the emptiness,
That lingers in our core?
The price justifies, perhaps,
For those who seek to please.
But true fulfillment comes from within,
And not from outward ease.
So let us pause and ponder,
The worth of what we crave.
For in the end, the greatest prize,
Is one that we can save.
The price justifies, some say,
But only if we choose.
To value what is truly precious,
And all that life imbues.
The last drops of rain fell from the sky
As I watched you walk away, without a goodbye
You took everything from me, my heart, my soul, my pride
And left me with nothing, but tears in my eyes
the last drops of hope dried in my chest
As I realized you were gone, and I had failed the test
You were the reason for my smile, my joy, my life
And now I have nothing, but pain and strife
the last drops of love faded in my mind
As I tried to forget you, and leave you behind
You were the one for me, my dream, my fate
And now I have nothing, but anger and hate
the last drops of me crumbled in your hands
As you broke me into pieces, and scattered me in the sands
You were my everything, my all, my whole
And now I have nothing, but a broken soul
Life is like a cease-fire,
An uneasy truce between
The warring factions of our soul.
We try to forget the past,
To bury the pain and the hate,
But it’s always there, lurking in the shadows.
We try to move on, to build a new life,
But the old wounds are never really healed.
We live in fear of the next battle,
Of the next time the guns will start to fire.
But for now, we have a cease-fire.
We can try to be happy, to live in peace.
But we know that it’s only temporary,
That the war could start again at any moment.
So we live each day to the fullest,
We make the most of every moment,
Because we never know when it will all end.
They don’t see the light in me,
A hidden star that glows.
They scorn and hate, but they can,t dim
The beauty in my soul. A star of hope sleeps in my heart,
It grows with every sneer.
It beams within, a radiant force,
That chases away my fear. It waits to shine,
to show the world Its joy and grace and might. And when it does, they’ll see the truth,
The star and the light.
My yearning soul craves the tactile embrace,
of fingers intertwined, a tender entwine,
the memories of which ignite a burning blaze,
inside my chest, a fiery, fervent shrine.
Each pulse, a cry, a summons to reunite,
with you, my love, my heart’s sole delight,
the scent of whom permeates my every sight,
a fragrance that transcends the morning light.
Together, our lips, a perfect fusion,
two souls becoming one, an infinite fusion,
tongues dancing, a sensual, passionate communion,
in this embrace, our spirits find their conclusion.
Your touch, a balm, a solace to my heart,
feeding my soul, a nourishing work of art,
quenching my thirst, a drink from Love’s pure start,
leaving me lost, in your loving apart.
In your eyes, a refuge, a haven, a home,
where fears subside, and trust becomes a throne,
with you, my love, my heart finds its sanctum,
forever bound, a captive, in your love’s dominion.
You, my beloved, my heart’s ultimate quest,
the one who holds the key to my soul’s deepest nest,
in your embrace, my every desire finds its rest,
forevermore, my heart, a prisoner of your breast.
Concealment breeds shame,
Denial leads to isolation,
Your authenticity deserves claim,
Embrace your unique creation.
Societal norms may bind,
But freedom comes with being kind,
To yourself and those around,
Acceptance found when you’re sound.
Don’t hide behind false guise,
Reveal your soul’s true skies,
Be proud of who you are,
Free from fear and despair.
Express your true colors,
Live boldly, unaffected by others,
Find solace in your own story,
And thrive in your genuinity.
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Water turned into stone, trenches engrave bones known
God forsaken or forsaken Him, back to water, thirst’s groan
Sadness toast, hat tipped to despair, anger seethes in silence’s lair
Searching for light, sun’s fragments touched, disappearing at night’s glare
Fate’s jaws trapped, something to contemplate, pain religion, belief overdue
Anguish commemorates love’s giving heart, beats in isolation, soul blue.
Caress my soul, and you shall see
A darkness that runs rampant with glee
It never sleeps, though I call it to bed
The sullen darkness within my head
Life’s a canvas, painted blind
Brush strokes from a saddened mind
Tears are my portion, paradoxically sublime
Ears ever listening for death’s beckoning chime
Sullen darkness, a constant companion
Haunting my thoughts, like a never-ending canyon
A void that can’t be filled, an emptiness that won’t subside
A sadness that can’t be denied, a darkness that won’t hide
My soul cries out for a glimmer of light
A hope that will guide me through the darkest night
But the darkness persists, a shadow that won’t recede
A constant reminder of the pain, that my soul does feed
Death’s beckoning chime, ever in my ear
A call to escape the darkness, to end my fear
But I hold on, to the hope that one day
The darkness will lift, and the light will have its way.
I’ve spent my life in search of gold,
But now I find I’ve nothing left to hold.
My heart is empty, my soul is dry,
I’ve nothing left to buy or why.
I’ve traveled far and wide,
But all I’ve found is greed and pride.
I’ve seen the world, but all I’ve seen
Is people who are just as mean.
I’ve given all I had,
But now I find I’ve nothing left to glad.
I’ve lost my faith, I’ve lost my hope,
I’ve nothing left to give or cope.
I’m just an empty shell,
A broken man with nothing left to sell.
I’m just a man with nothing left to cost,
A man with nothing left to boast.
A liver full of liquor, A heart full of sorrow, A mind full of trouble, And a soul full of tomorrow. I drink to forget my troubles, But they only seem to grow, I drink to make myself feel better, But I only feel worse, I know. I'm on a downward spiral, And I don't know how to stop, I'm drowning in my own sorrow, And I'm starting to think I might not make it out alive.
The mind is a complex thing,
With thoughts and feelings that can swing,
From high to low, from dark to light,
It’s a mystery to all but night.
The soul is a different matter,
It’s something that we can’t chatter,
It’s the essence of who we are,
It’s the reason we can feel and scar.
So when the mind and soul are in conflict,
It can be a very difficult rift,
But if we can find a way to balance,
We can find true happiness and romance.
The pain of loss is deep,
But there is a deeper pain,
A pain that comes from knowing,
That you could have prevented it.
The pain of regret is like a cancer,
It eats away at your soul,
And it never goes away,
No matter how hard you try to forget.
So if you are ever faced with a choice,
Choose the path that will cause you the least pain,
Because the pain of regret is a deeper pain,
And it is a pain that is never penalized.
Euphoria, the feeling so grand,
A state of mind so hard to withstand,
A rush of joy that fills the soul,
And makes one feel completely whole.
It’s a high that’s hard to explain,
A feeling that’s hard to contain,
A moment of pure ecstasy,
That fills the heart so easily.
It lifts you up and takes you away,
To a place where you want to stay,
Euphoria, the ultimate pleasure,
A feeling that you’ll always treasure.
I stand in the center of the darkest void,
Where light and hope are quickly destroyed,
The silence here is deafeningly loud,
And darkness wraps around like a shroud.
No stars above to guide my way,
No path ahead, no night or day,
I’m lost within this endless space,
A lonely figure with no trace.
But still I stand, I will not fall,
For deep within my soul, a light does call,
A flicker of hope that burns so bright,
Guiding me through the darkest night.
Lips gently pressed upon a cold forehead,
A final kiss, a farewell to the dead,
Tears fall like rain, a heart full of sorrow,
As the world becomes a darker shade of tomorrow.
Memories flood, a life once lived,
A love once shared, a heart once grieved,
But through the pain, a glimmer of hope,
For a soul has ascended to a higher scope.
The warmth of a touch, a love still felt,
Though the body has left, the soul has not melt,
For in our hearts, their flame still burns,
A love eternal, forever yearns.
Enjoying the rhythm,
Of life’s sweet melody,
We dance to our own beat,
And let our spirits free.
The music is our guide,
As we sway and twirl,
Our hearts full of joy,
Our souls in a whirl.
The world fades away,
As we move to the sound,
Our worries left behind,
Our feet on the ground.
So let’s dance together,
To the beat of our hearts,
And enjoy the rhythm,
That life imparts.
Pythagoras, the wise man of old,
Believed in numbers, as we are told,
He taught of harmony, music and more,
And how to live a life that’s pure.
He said the world is made of math,
And numbers are the hidden path,
To understand the universe as a whole,
And find the essence of every soul.
His thoughts on life were deep and true,
A way of living that we can pursue,
To seek knowledge and wisdom every day,
And let our souls guide us on our way.
Freckles mapped upon my velvet skin,
A beauty unique, that’s found deep within.
A canvas of wonder, that’s painted with care,
A reflection of the soul, so pure and rare.
The world is full of beauty, waiting to be seen,
In the simple things of life, that are so serene.
The sun shining bright, in a clear blue sky,
A reminder of life’s wonder, that’s hard to deny.
So let us embrace, the beauty that we hold,
For it’s in the imperfections, where true beauty unfolds.
With each freckle and scar, a story to be told,
Of a life well-lived, and a heart that’s bold.
Inspired by prompt: Freckled maps on my velvet skin by spewingprompts
I’m writhing beneath reality like a trapped animal,
Lost in a world, where nothing seems rational.
The weight of the world, pressing down on my soul,
Leaving me struggling, to simply stay whole.
The world can be cruel, and unforgiving,
Leaving us trapped, in a life barely living.
But even in darkness, there’s a glimmer of light,
A chance to break free, and take flight.
So let us rise, from the depths of despair,
And embrace the world, with a newfound care.
For life is a journey, with twists and turns,
And it’s in the struggles, where true growth is earned.
Blood and tears blend together, As they face the darkest weather.
Forced to convert and raped with harm, They suffered through unbearable alarm.
Women, once revered and fearless, Are now treated with callousness, oh so merciless.
Our hearts ache with their pain, Injustice prevails with nothing to gain.
Trembling voices, crying in distress, Their souls crushed with injustice.
Our eyes shed tears for their plight, As we pray for their hope and might.
Released to the sky, on wings of grace,
A soul unbound, finding its rightful place.
The weight of the world, no longer a burden,
As the spirit soars, in a joyous curtain.
The wind carries the soul, to new heights,
A world of wonder, with endless delights.
The past fades away, in a distant land,
As the future unfolds, like grains of sand.
A life renewed, with each beat of the heart,
A brand new start, a chance to depart.
So let the spirit fly, with wings set free,
A world of possibility, for all to see.
Everything inside me will open,
Like a flower in the morning sun awoken.
A world of possibility, a new frontier,
Where love and hope will conquer fear.
The key to my heart, lies within,
Unlocking the doors to a world so kin.
A journey of self-discovery, a quest for truth,
Where the soul is nourished, in eternal youth.
Unlocking the secrets, of the universe above,
A journey of the heart, guided by love.
So let the journey begin, with each step taken,
A life of wonder, a world awakened.
She was a sad harmony, a tune of woe and despair,
A melody so mournful, it could make the strongest heart tear.
Her notes were like raindrops, falling from the sky,
Each one a tiny sorrow, that made her soul sigh.
Her music was her solace, her only friend in the night,
A way to express the pain, that she couldn’t fight.
But even in her sadness, there was beauty to be found,
For every note she played, was a treasure to astound.
When we’re dead, we’ll be at rest,
Our bodies in the earth, our souls abreast,
No more worries, no more pain,
Only peace and quiet will remain.
Our memories will linger on,
In the hearts of those we’ve known,
But as time goes by, they too will fade,
Like a distant dream that’s been mislaid.
Yet, in the grand scheme of things,
Our lives were just fleeting blings,
A mere speck in eternity’s vast expanse,
A reminder of life’s transient dance.
Karma isn’t equal,
It’s not a simple sequel,
Of good or bad deeds,
That one does or misleads.
It’s a complex force,
That steers life’s course,
A balance of energy,
That shapes one’s destiny.
What you give, you receive,
Is what many believe,
But the truth is deeper,
And sometimes much steeper.
The law of karma is just,
But it’s not always a must,
For life is full of surprises,
And fate often improvises.
So do good without expectation,
And avoid negative temptation,
For the law of karma will prevail,
And your soul will surely unveil.
The very beat of my heart,
Is a rhythm that plays for you.
With every note, a new start,
And every melody, a love so true.
You’re the music that fills my soul,
The harmony that sets me free.
With you, my heart is whole,
And my spirit dances in harmony.
In every chord, a story told,
And in every tune, a memory made.
A love that never grows old,
And a bond that will never fade.
The way your eyes change colors with the sky,
Is like a kaleidoscope, a sight to behold and admire,
From blue to grey, to green and hazel,
Your eyes are a canvas, a masterpiece, a marvel.
They reflect the world, its beauty and its pain,
They speak volumes, without saying a thing,
They hold secrets, and tell stories untold,
They are a window to your soul, a treasure to behold.
Your eyes are like the sky, ever-changing and vast,
A kaleidoscope of colors, a beauty that will last.
Sadness disappears, slipping silently away,
Soothing solace settles, softly in its stay.
Serenity surrounds, stilling storms within,
Sustaining soulful smiles, succumbing to a grin.
Soothing, serene, sublime, and sweet,
Sorrow’s sway subsides, simplicity to meet.
Sunshine seeps, shedding light on the soul,
Spirits soar, sensations of serenity unroll.
The Descent into Darkness
The descent into darkness, a treacherous path, Where shadows consume, and fears amass, In the depths of despair, a soul does wander, Seeking the light, yet lost in the yonder.
Through the gloom, a flicker of hope, A beacon to guide, a way to cope, In the midst of the night, a promise is made, To rise from the ashes, and embrace the new day.
You are the sacrificial lamb of your dreams,
Led to the altar of hope and schemes.
A victim of a fate that’s not what it seems,
And sacrificed on the altar of someone’s extremes.
You gave your heart and soul to the dream,
Believing it would lead you to a happy stream.
But instead, it led you to a place so extreme,
Where you’re sacrificed to a god that’s so supreme.
You thought the dream was worth every pain,
But now you’re left with nothing to gain.
You’re a lamb led to slaughter, it’s all in vain,
And the dream you held so dear is now all inane.
So beware the sacrificial lamb of your dreams,
And don’t let them lead you to hopeless extremes.
Fiery desire, an insatiable urge,
The mere thought of you makes my heart surge,
With passion so hot, and hunger so deep,
I surrender to temptation, as your touch I seek.
Pleasure and pain, they intertwine,
As your hands explore, and your fingers entwine,
My body, my soul, I give in to your lust,
As we become one, giving in to our trust.
My heart beats with joy and light,
A rhythm that fills me with delight.
Each beat a promise of love and grace,
A symphony that time cannot erase.
With each beat, my soul takes flight,
Soaring to heights of pure delight.
I revel in this precious gift,
A heart that beats with love so swift.
My spirit sings with each beat,
A song of joy that is so sweet.
This melody will forever play,
In my heart, day after day.