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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)

Not everyone deserves your kindness

Not everyone deserves to taste your kindness,
After being mistaken for blindness.
Charity has become a famous symbol,
Leaving the poor into dirty gamble.
Why go out and thrash the innocent,
First, try to make your home magnificent.

Not everyone deserves to taste your kindness,
Even after you overcame the sourness.
From tons of ways to give back to society,
Make sure only one to notice is almighty.
Time and resources aren’t scarce,
It’s you who’s constantly on a race.

Not everyone deserves to taste your kindness,
Do it for self regarded highness.
Hope so high that it vanishes the reality,
Keep taking the tough route of anonymity
Who needs your big fat surplus reserves,
They take it to feed those hungry curves.

(submitted by @abhibhuraa

Learned helplessness

You’d eventually learn
That it is a long, long time
To await for day break

You’d understand
Your consciousness is futile
As it is paralysing

Cruising the edge of
Insanity, blurring lines of
Dream and reality

The rhythm of blood
Pumping at your ears, mocking
The count down of eternity

You’d eventually believe
Trapped in a forever present
Like a dream you cannot awake — an irony

In this dream,
You are alone.
And alone, you will always be.

(writteninstead)