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Lalit Kumar Feb 28
Oh, Mr. Poet, so lost in your haze,
Chasing the smoke of your endless malaise.
You sit in the dark, like some tortured sage,
Kicking pebbles while you're trapped in your cage.

With every cigarette, you seek to ignite,
The spark of hope that just won't take flight.
But, darling, don't you see the truth that’s clear?
You’re just a dreamer with a bottle of fear.

You talk of heroes, but where’s your cape?
You’re more likely to trip on the stairs of fate.
A good deed here, a spark of light—
But, oops, it’s gone by the time you get it right.

Family calls, “We believe in you!”
Yet, you’re still in bed at half-past two.
Not saving the world, just saving the crumbs,
Wondering why the universe won’t give you some.

So, go on, sit beneath that endless sky,
Kick those pebbles, maybe even try to fly.
But at the end of the day, the truth’s on display—
You’re just a poet with a lighter, stuck in the gray.
deepthi Feb 26
Is this redemption—
or just a reckoning?
Rewinding choices,
reeling in thoughts,
permutations and combinations
of what once was,
what could still be…

Preparing to cast away
years of daily rituals,
the comfort of routine,
as high tides rise,
crashing against the hollow
beneath my ribs.

Is this release—
or another kind of weight?
Should it needs to be embraced—
or must it be braced?
deepthi Feb 24
Lips are parched,
Silver threads weave through my hair.
Skin loosens over weary hips,
Time etching its tale with care.

Hormones rage, a silent storm,
Mirror reflects a changing face.
Then it hits—I'm growing old,
Yet the world moves at its pace.

*****, unrested, sleepless nights,
Anger clings, like an old refrain.
A cycle fades, but I remain—
So much lost, yet much remains.
deepthi Feb 22
Mistakes were forgiven.
With a gentle smile
Surrounded by faces
No judgment was cast
Your innocence was embraced

Life was easy, carefree and light
No weight on your shoulders,
No battles to fight

Can we ever feel serene again?
Can we ever be trusted
With the innocence of a child?

Somewhere within, that child still remains—
In quiet moments, in summer rains
Perhaps life can be gentle
If they see through the eyes we once wore
deepthi Feb 22
Strength stands firm on the surface , yet doubtful beneath.
Is this the way for all?
Does the world grow mightier,
or weak to keep up the pace?
Will a place ever be found?

A quiet war within—
does it only cease when we’re buried deeper?
The sky looms in ashen tones,
while waters shimmer with an uncanny green,
and the air chills like the hearts of the indifferent.

Will warmth ever return?
Will sunlight break through, embracing all once more?
Will the world ever learn to accept?
G-Baby Feb 21
Roadblocks and restraints

Made of two way glass mirrors

Only see myself



The world sees me stuck

Yet moving blindly through life

Everything is fine



Palm first in the fire

I am the competition

I start in last place



Gold medal evades me

Because I get in the way

Cant let myself go
raahii Feb 20
"किस गुरूर में हैं ये लोग,
शहर की खूबियों से खुद का बखान करते हैं।
कोई ज़रा पूछे इनसे,
आखिर तुमने इस शहर के लिए किया क्या है?
तुम्हारी शान भी इस शहर से है,
इसने ही तो तुम्हें ये सब दिया है।"
Some people boast about themselves using their city's fame,
But do they ever ask themselves—what have they truly given back?
No time to carry the weight of their hate,
No space to kindle bitterness within.
Here I stand, wrapped in my wounds.

No words to unravel who I am,
No need to cleanse the stains of their judgment.
Here I linger, lost in my confusion.

No understanding do I seek from souls,
No gaze of sympathy do I crave.
It’s only me and the chaos I kept.
Will Feb 5
Kicked down.
Cold floor. Breath thinner than the air.
Get up.
Hands reach, no grip.
Alone, lost again.
Crying echoes back to silence.
Floods of tears—
no ark, no warmth, just noise.

Thrown down.
Fallen,
too many times.
Get up, try again.
But the hands,
they never pull me up.
Just flickers of light—
brief, empty.
Alone. Lost.
I shout, but no one hears.
A flood of tears,
they turn their backs.
Flee.
Craving warmth,
but it's just cold silence.

Craving safety, security.
A place to breathe.
But the love that’s offered,
it’s conditional.
Harsh words.
Poking, pain,
no softness.
Empty arms,
no warmth.
Alone again,
lost in the night.
I’m down here,
on the cold floor.
Don’t leave me here—
please.
Not again.
Afraid.
Empty.

A burden.
A disappointment.
That’s all I am.
A ghost, never seen,
only felt.
I love, yet all I get is hate.
Thrown back at me,
cold, sharp.
No warmth for the lost,
just more silence.
Another night on the floor,
cold,
alone.

The darkness is heavy.
I can’t rise.
Maybe this is where I belong,
buried beneath the weight.
The coldness, the grime.
No line thrown.
Alone, I sink deeper.
This feels like home—
empty, silent,
a place no one calls their own.
Another night,
heart breaking,
again.

I’m sorry.
For whatever I’ve done,
to push you away.
I can't believe it turned out like this.
Is this the end?
Another night,
more tears,
more silence.
I only wanted a place,
to belong,
to feel seen.
But I guess that’s too much to ask.
Going through a lot right now. Feeling scared. Might be homeless soon, but at least I'll have my partner. Feeling devastated that my choice of partner needed to many relationships within my religious family.
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