#Unsaid Things ๐
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Great rhyming scheme
Felt very enjoyable to read
Could you share your inspiration and idea behind this poem
just a dare from a friend
she asked me to start each line with "why" and "is" simultaneously xd
but i guess my inspos are from my real life experiences
If all words were true, how would you know if anything was true
Maybe it doesn't even matter if it was a lie if every truth can bend ,
Would even that truth mend
Would you still say the truth if it breaks someone heart
Need not tell kids that santa claus is just a prank
The day you no longer can get them gifts
Why to say the truth when maybe that's only right in your eyes
Not every pain is a scream of horror
Some are so slow and quick at the same time
Even the echo of them are too loud
Maybe not the fears but screams in our ears that break the will to speak the heart
Maybe all pain goes away one day , echoes don't ring forever someday they too may go away in silence of our hearts
Maybe what lies in our hearts is a lie too
Cause all it knows is to love and hate a few
And what for the feelings, they do change every day
Maybe we hold on to a few
Thinking they are the truth
Maybe just maybe even the superstitions are true
When you look them through a hole
Maybe the black mighty cat is so strong you dare cross its path and you will see its dark side too
Or maybe just the white cats are too nice to be true
So easy to reject whats not inline with our thoughts isn't it ?
It is
I wonder if even that thought is good in eyes of discrimination by mind between the 2
Who knows where it begins where it ends
When ever a truth is said a lie begins
But then what is creativity out of the box is that a lie too
Because at time nothing like that exists
Until just a wish
That sparks something filled with bliss
Maybe that was how existence came into reality as we perceive
From zero how negative one and positive one chipped
Bright and night from day
Hot and cold from weather
Truth and lie for facts
Love and hate for heart
Compassion and pain all exist in one plane that too only to one's own consciousness
How would you otherwise know death without dying once
Thats just what makes all of us humans
Someday it was dark through and through and then came light
A battle between the 2 or mere relation of their existence
What was before the 2
Neither the light nor the dark
Neither plane boredom nor a spark
Neither penance nor eternal joy
Nothing that existed ever today that exists then too
Because there is still a 0 in number line
That 0 is the void
With you within me and surprisingly that's the same for all of us
The void
The canvas of expression
The canvas of misery
The canvas of joy
It still exists and once you realise it neither black nor white
Neither rough nor smooth
It just exists with you
And everyone around
Maybe there will be much more love in this earth filled with deprived
From a tear of joy theres a difference to that of misery
To tear of seeing dead to tears of a few days separation misss
Love sparks everywhere
And it's always about it
You hate them because you can't love them
You like them because you have love for them
You stay with them because there's some love holding , the bond between families and many
It's just the way to see love is everywhere
And even in the void
You aren't seeing the world with pink shade glasses
But the pink bliss in the world
With the urge to cover where it's a miss
I hope to be like that someday
Today I am able to do one part but not the other
May I be able to cover the dark patches with love too
Maybe I will be able to see the victim behind each culprit one day
Maybe one day I'll be strong enough to help each victim too
Maybe one day this will all be true
Maybe there won't be another maybe again
Maybe I can do some greater good
Sorry @cold garnet
My valve opened up here only after a long time ๐ญ๐ญ
I like this poem! The sense of anguish and frustration is clear, and I particularly like the lines "Is it really worth trusting that a broken mirror brings doom?", and "Is it really worth trusting these baseless notions?". I think you def got ur point across here, abt the frustrations of living with false truths. I'm also quite impressed by how the meter is relatively constant for the majority of the poem, and you clearly have a good sense of rhythm!!
@arctic shore did u just type an entire essay๐ญ๐
Thats actually one of the lines i like the nost in this poem
*Thats actually
one of the lines i like the
nost in this poem*
I see what you're saying, truth can be subjective and maybe not every truth needs to be told. I think telling the truth even if it hurts, is better than giving someone false hopes. Lies might be easy to say, but in the long run it will just cause more pain. Why live in an illusion when you can live in the reality?
I don't get what you mean by "not every pain is a scream of horror" and after that, In the second stanza, Im referring to why do we bottle up our feelings. Do we fear how the people will react? Even though bottling up feelings makes it worse, one should still express their pain or sorrow instead of supressing it in my perspective.
I mean this*
In my area, many people believe in baseless superstitions which absolutely make no sense, theres one superstition in my area that black dogs and cats are bad luck if they ever cross your path or howling dogs at night are a bad omen. it's just wrong of people to think like this.
Actually I don't know what to say to that. Its actually a new way for me to perceive about love๐ญ
Its okay, lol!
Where you from
It's about not giving it power
Not to keep on crumbling things up fear i guess
It doesn't even matter what was truth or lie on a grand scale
Doesn't everything seems small when you realise how big our existence is
India
Hello fellow Indian
You're indian?
My hindi sucks but I guess that means sunlight?
Wonderful! @cold garnet has just pregressed to level 13!
No
Just sun ๐
Oh mb๐ญ
My hindi is just really trash sometimes
I speak in Assamese most of the time
I am from north
Oh which state?
Half rajasthani
Delhi
Wow your from rajasthan and delhi?
More like current pakistan
I have this assamese friend
Who lives here in delhi
She always pronounces it as awesome
Assam as awesome?
What.
What's your other half
I call assam okhom
Yes
Aahhh
Problems of living in India
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I can speak hindi but I can't write or read it
I can speak hindi and write and read it, but i struggle at understanding some words
But everything I have to translate from hindi to English to communicate
Ahhh
Oh
Hindi is easy honestly
I can speak marathi too a bit
I live in Maharashtra
But fluency yk
Compared to how we can do stuff with english
I speak marathi a lot nowadays, I think its inportant to learn the language of the state you're in atleast๐ญ
Mhm
Cyaa
Yaa too late