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Poetry

Where forgotten dreams go

There’s a place in our heads
where forgotten dreams go
hand in hand with midnight ideas
and drunken resolutions

A bustling place, filled with lace
Everyone’s in costumes
they smell like butter biscuits.
And the tea and the dance never ends…

It’s time to go—
leave all of it at the door!

In fleeting moments of awakening 
you catch a glimspe of it
Like a lens that can’t quite focus…
Sharpening into shapes of reality

@writteninstead

Categories
Mental Health Poetry Self-love

No Man Land

I shoved, I pushed
made sure I took

All the right steps
It landed me where

Nobody is, and
now nobody can

relate to my ache;
what keeps me awake

(@writteninstead)

Categories
Mental Health Poetry

Single Truth

Where does it begin?
My dire need for validation,
longing for absoluteness.

Wilful prayers sent into nights
Lamenting for a single truth
The murder of perception

It is a safe, reliable,
fair, and
cruel world.

In the words
‘I knew I was right’
Could there be any closure?

(@writteninstead)

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Love Poetry

Shame, shame, shame

Shame, shame, shame
When real life exceeds what we make up
in horror screens

Shame, shame, shame
Those badged with the honour of protector
use their muscles to break, to murder

Shame, shame, shame
Terror and brutality roam the streets
in rubber bullets and pepper sprays

Could it be, we’re living a reality within dream
When can i wake up,
please?

(@writteninstead)

Categories
Mental Health Poetry Self-love

Single Truth

Where does it begin?
My dire need for validation,
longing for absoluteness.

Wilful prayers sent into nights
Lamenting for a single truth
The murder of perception 

It is a safe, reliable,
fair, and
cruel world.

In the words
“I knew I was right”
Could there be any closure?

(@writteninstead)

Categories
Poetry Self-love

Special

It is like pulsing flame 
Held between quivering hands
Delicate, flawless—
I want to have it painted across the sky 
Every vibrancy, every shade
Every orange

Yet hesitant, mostly afraid
The tinted glasses, indifferent glances
worse, mistaken invitation 
to add strokes to the palette.
We all share the same sky;
Do we see the same?

Torn between sharing a sunrise
or having a nightlight by the bed
This struggle; persistent back and forth
Is what tells me this is different— 
This time, this thing 
is special

(@writteninstead)

Categories
Poetry Self-love

Learning

On a stretching hallway of doors
Each one flings into an uncharted

The paths here are lit by the moon
Maps are traced out of constellation

Campfire rises and dances like fireflies
Ah, you keep learning to feel alive

(writteninstead)

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Love Poetry Self-love

Air and Fire

It is not important — the why
we are the way we are this instance

I, compressing at air 
you, taming fire

But our job is not to water down,
mold till we reflect each other

For you are born to be infinite
and I, to paint the city orange in colour

(writteninstead)

Categories
Mental Health Poetry

Lay

Too bored to stay awake
Too dreadful to sleep
In the between, I lay
Endlessly.

(writteninstead)

Categories
Love Poetry

Wander

Me, at times, wanders by myself
On known lanes, or some unknown tracks
Me, at times, can’t get out of mazes
Me, at times,
trapped
in the mid of a monsoon rain.

We, at times, wander by ourselves
The lane you know, me not
Buildings you drew and songs you shared
Or vice versa, some sounds of the day

(Submitted by Jennifer)