#30.Everyday

Everyday,
My beloved life is a chore,
I sit and stare for ages to come,
Into this blur of my future.

I stopped,
Just like my heart,
Waiting for you,
Waiting for love.

My minute existence,
Our epic romance,
My infinite boredom,
I’m confused.

Where are you?
You just vanished,
It’s like I sold my soul,
For this insanity.

It still hurts,
Yet I await you,
One day,
Everyday.

 

Thank You,

Arjun Rajeev

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#29.Explode

Our eyes met one last time and all I could see was the broken reflection of a kindred soul.

My heart split into a million pieces like the glasses which shattered so great.

A myriad of broken thoughts as I wished upon a shooting star to take me away.

To an unknown where unrequited love was hidden from the troubadour so brave.

This game of monotonous affection took my soul away on a rollercoaster ride.

Beyond the moon to a heavenly hearth hidden deep in the wonderlands of my mind.

She was a part of this unanticipated journey involving a broken heart and subtle lies.

Time creates a virtual reality where my soul just craves for every bit of hers.

I keep reminding myself of the miseries yet destiny refuses to concede this loss.

Reality quickly stabbed the subtle remains of my cold and eager heart.

She walked away and left me stranded with my own trivial thoughts.

I knew that this was the end because her tears made me feel incomprehensible pain.

The world fulfilled its desired conspiracy and I lost my only companion in this solitude.

An inevitable adventure with her fulfilled all my tiny yet loud desires longed by a lone mind.

Her memory does not exist in me anymore.

She does.

I broke down in front of the Universe.

I exploded.

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The entire world was shaken today by the acts committed. I pray for humanity.

‘Explode’ is a poem that was written sometime ago. I opened my heart and soul into it. My emotions completely match every single word written.

A memory stood out over another. A scene to be played over and over in his beautiful mind. This is what our protagonist thought about.
He knew nothing about this at all. He was lost, confused and even scared about it. ‘Love’ was a mystery.
He trusted his kind heart everyday but he was simply nervous to enter this new arena. A beautiful girl made him smile and be a part of a new journey. Life would never be the same.

Time told him the truth and he now questions everything. The world has conspired against him and his heart. He is running away. His time was running out. His every tear drop bore much power and contained tiny bits of his heart.
No one bothered to care. He was his only companion now.

Eventually, our protagonist surrendered to the greater Universe.
He bowed down and said a prayer. His precious memories were his and his only. No one could ever touch those. Not even the Universe. He smiled and waved a weak goodbye. He exploded.
She was still a part of him.

Thank you,

Arjun Rajeev

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#27.Thoughts

You were a feet apart

My heart beat tore my heart

Everything I wanted to say

Quickly burnt and faded away

 
 

Perhaps that is the true essence of reality. That the heart’s desire is merely an understatement in this frail world. You question the questions everyday and are left astounded with what you intend to perceive and what you actually do believe in.

I will be away on a short holiday and hope everyone is well.

Thank you,

Arjun Rajeev

 

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#22.Blackout

Sometimes all you need,
Is to let go of everything.
Drowse on your own placebo,
And trust the universe.

Believe in the untimely magic,
Of the frail beauties around you.
Look into your own soul,
And you’ll never be alone.

I see the planet as a wonder,
A city of dreams.
Faded, into its own heap,
With a subtle heartbeat.

Where right and wrong prevails,
Echoing the good and bad.
It is exactly a strange mystery,
Like the questions of my heart.

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What is wrong with the world today? Where is all the goodness? Where is humanity? These questions haunt us. Are we the waiting?

‘Blackout’ speaks out the mind of the protagonist, a concerned being. He is just another lost soul facing earth’s scums and troubles everyday. He tries to do good and help in his own ways but what is the use? Everything he does conspires against him and his beliefs.

He echoes his heart’s desires. He is sick of lonely days and false placebos. When will it all make sense? But, the protagonist has a beautiful mind which is open to the wonderful mysteries of life. He embraces this and continues his journey called life.

This poem’s title is inspired by the song ‘Blackout’ by Muse.

Thank you,

Arjun Rajeev

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#21.The Angelic Musings

The angels can hear me cry
They taste the bitter fear
Surrounding my every thought

This meticulous pain
Piercing through my lobe and heart
Grows stronger every second

I lost my hearth
To the ridicule of happiness
With untimely hope

I sold my soul
To satisfy that foolish dream
Of a journey to share my heart

Deranged flashbacks dissolve
In the depths of my mind
Forever scarring my thoughts

I want to disappear
To time immemorial
Alone

The angels pushed me away
From the joy and sadness
Into the pure void

Where answers float around
Like the game of thrones
Waiting to be struck

I cannot trust my instinct
Am I betraying myself?
Has the world won?

All that I want
Dear angel
Scream your anthem

I cannot live on this placebo
My body hurts
I cannot take this anymore

Scatter the meaning
Into my soul
Forever and ever more

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The world is a blur to our protagonist.

An empty place with too many thoughts battling each other. Where is all the peace and happiness? Where are all the singing birds? – The protagonists thinks. 

His solitude keeps him satisfied yet always craving for the answers and the future. Is he alone? Do the angels control his thoughts?

Thank you,
Arjun Rajeev

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#18.Memories

I await the lobotomy
Day after day
To go to a place
Far far away
Beyond the cynic’s scope
Where life is not a chore
I am caught in dire straits
Leaving behind any trace
Of love and happiness
That I never owned
But was gifted to me
From society’s very own
People who traverse emotions
Into achieving their own grave
Merely ignorant fools
With neither purpose nor taste
They make you believe
All the wrongs in this world
And ask you for a cause
With no one to love or care
My heart is just going to tear
Into pieces of but a tiny memory
Awaiting the end very slowly

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The earth is merely a memory. A nostalgic wonderland built in the colorful depths of our minds. All that is beautiful is the divergence of each unique soul. Yet a powerful force fulfills that craving and need and brings two souls together.

‘Memories’ is the protagonist’s nostalgia. He is a commoner of the world. A person with an ultimate aim for happiness. But, the constant struggles of everyday life makes him question life and everything around him.

Thank you,
Arjun Rajeev

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