~ The infinities ~

' This moment will just be another story someday'
A story to be forgotten or weaved into memories of today
A story so bizzare, so callous of our hearts
This moment too will pass into randomness someday

Teeny tiny dots we encounter all our life
Forcing us to look back where it all came alive
A moment of infinity, a moment sans memory
The moment we wish to preserve, yet fail miserably

[ Full poem in the caption ]

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Scribbling words, scribbling thoughts
Scribbling what eyes detect, sketching them back with words.
Scribbling the unseen, scribbling the unsaid
Scribbling, cause speaking them doesn't make sense.

Scribbling green, scribbling blue
Scribbling life, sometimes scribbling you
Amalgamating you with hues shady
Scribbling self looking into your azures.

Scribbling meows, scribbling paws
Scribbling idealism, scribbling faults
Scribbling figments of fantasy, scribbling snippets of reality
Scribbling what future would never hold, yet hoping earnestly.

Scribbling patterns, scribbling rhymes
Scribbling enchantments to someday look back and smile
Scribbling tears, scribbling fears
Scribbling gibberish to understand layers.

Scribbling wavy paths, scribbling to walk on unscathed
Scribbling to let go, scribbling to never look back
Scribbling doubts, scribbling death
Scribbling nonstop to stop scribbling for once.

| On scribbling even when it doesn't make sense
©lyricalsofrt

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Can't write between the lines
You better read the whole book
Line to line, chap to chap
To conclude.
Cause it doesn't end on page 3
Neither on page 55
It ends where you don't expect
And neither do I.

| Phases of life as a book

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~ I promise ~

I promise to break most of these with flair
I promise, now now don't laugh, you know how I suck at keeping promises
Yet let me promise once more, darling
I promise I'll never break the one which states
I'll love you till the end.

[ Full poem in the caption ]

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Let me tell you a thing about winters
It's a treacherous little fellow that you must know
You wait and wait for it year long
Yet it always knock you down with its sheer force
Its spontaneity often takes me by surprise
Hey winters, when did you become such a wizard of ice?

All day long it'll keep you under illusions
And suddenly at 5 o clock you'll shiver like a maniac
No amount of layered clothing is gonna keep you warm
Oh winters, what do I do with your chill nuisances?

Yet winters are warm, winters are love
For the cooked stuff granny makes tastes best in winters
The cozy blankets, the steamed chocolate
Can't have it in summers, now can we?

The long dead nights, yet lively time with friends
The holidays after stressful semesters and the lazy afternoons
Hate being sick in winters
Hate the sneezes and the cough syrups
But when has anything been easy
Hey winters, the thing which enchants
Forgive me, for I can't pin point it exactly.

| The thing about winters
©lyricalsofrt

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Oh Winters! why thou be so enchanting
Shielded minds claim you barren
Oh winter! Are they blind?
Can't they see you're filled with hues magical?

Vibrant snapdragons to lovely petunias
Flocks of Siberian cranes flying over tree tops
White over green, lazy afternoons
Plays in the evening, later cuddling and giggling

Cousins coming over, laughter unaccountable
Grannies making dishes so mouth watering
Story time of some ghost who would haunt
Holidays, Christmas, birthdays, oh yes!
What's there to not love about winters?

Making rules bizarre, later playing street smart
Arranging pillows and blankets to sleep like a cave dog
Reading novels at 2 am, roaming on the terrace with chilled noses
Unraveling secrets of brothers, getting bribes to keep
our mouth shut
Ain't winters profitable, hmm ?

Wind so chill, later warm coffee
Old and young laughing maniacally
New years, new resolutions yet the same old rule breaking
Brewing warm memories for the entire year
Oh! Winters, I love you so much!

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Go on
Go on despite your insecurities
Go on even if you fail to smile
Go on

Wipe away
Wipe away all your tears
Wipe away the gloomy grey air
Wipe away

You are stronger than an opinion
You are beautiful inside out, trust me
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise
Ever

You don't have to be the best
You don't need to be perfect
You can be you, the best version of yourself

Be that
Be the best version of you
Let things happen naturally
You go on despite the bruises.

| To the bruised souls who can't move on

-©lyricalsofrt

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Being a skin changing warg, I can sense ripples
Radiating out of the forms in bits n pieces
They scream and shout out their cries so loud
For me to claim them, yes they want freedom amidst all

Freedom from the dilemma to chose
They wish to be herded along their destiny
But the price is huge, don't these dependents know
Once they surrender, they are mine to rule

I'll rip their soul apart, shrouding their weaknesses
Indulging in their nightmares, I'll feast on their scars
When all their insecurities will get absorbed by my senses
They'll rise as magnanimous beasts, not some weakling to prey upon

And rule they will, drowning in their new found aroma
Cause their scent is now overpowered by mine
Raising them as warriors, as creatures so daunting
I'll be the king, the ultimate ruler of all beings.

| Monologue of a skin changing warg
©Lyricalsofrt

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Easing footprints, footprints on sand
sand of time, time to move on
On and on we tread, tread without much thought
thought about footprints, footprints of our walks.

Walks waiver, waiver on footprints
footprints will fade, fade into dunes.
Dunes of doubts, doubts sans clues
clues aren't behind, behind the imprints.

Imprints of the tunes, tunes of dust
dust of time, time to glide
Glide into abyss, abyss of forest
forest to tread, tread we shall
Shall and will.

Will we leave, leave footprints?
footprints of dunes, dunes and memories?

Memories fade, fade shall footprints
footprints, they speak? speak the same tunes?
tunes of smiles? smiles or tears?
tears of end, end of some queer
queer mind boggling, boggling with oasis
oasis of footprints, footprints and a tale
tale of confusion, confusion and memories
memories will fade, fade away like footprints.

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When writing was a choice
You gave me the explore option
Now that writing is life
You are my wheels to surf beyond horizon.

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