Hi all!! we two our back this time with our first collab. This is a collab with veera who writes really cool poems!Please check out his post we have linked it to! Cyrnomia is a wonderful delicate sonnet!
Now the game which we will bring about is the game which we all play. Everyday. More often we reflect than not! Some say we are the players in the game. But often we feel like we are being pushed and smacked by imaginary walls like a ball in the arena which is not a good feeling… This will be a dark thrilling poem and may unravel some feelings, which are worked upon by us to be buried.
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Each day.
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Everyday.
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‘ The Game’
It’s a game that shall long be played,
Some fun jabs, and a few laughs.
But our Costumes shall be ruined alas!
Our efforts must not go in vain.
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Bull fights, Fisticuffs, slews of curse,
Everything is prone to damage tad.
There is no ambit, only another fad.
Ending up at the correct side works.
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There exists but one rule,
Once you enter the bout,
You can ne’er back out,
So beware, feckless fools!
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But then again, there exist none
Fool enough to participate,
‘Tis not will, but inevitable fate
which none shall outrun”
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So, stop the questions -the mow,
Befuddled moments, always in play,
Find your answers- in quests to gain
Or carry the burden- in brunt of throes.
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We’ll need to be, in this maze
Fearless brave and bold,
For await mysteries untold,
Prepare to be amazed!
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Mysteries befuddle and choices cost,
Victories and losses arrive in succession,
With momentum arrive abrasions
Carving your face utmost.
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So beware, you unfortunate
Forced into a world
Whose secrets, when unfurl
Shall invoke terrible spate.
2)Walking by a seamless river,
Flowing without work
Stones Rolling as we hurl,
Lots of chapters to cover..
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The mist of the eerie doom,
The dark clouds of uncertainty,
The perplexity inadvertently
The sadness, the woe the gloom..
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A storm brewing upwards,
Cold trembles- a dementor ‘s kiss
Red eyes from the mist,
Eyes amuse at their pieces straggled.
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The silent blue on side now loud thudding
Overlapping of opinions
Conflicted contradictions
The calm of thoughts, now flooding.
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Floods… the silent blue trets
Jerks around chanting the name,
Name being sanctioned, holy rain!
I need an umbrella from being wet.
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I lurk around in a hope to find
Someone something
A reason a calling
To make me stay behind.
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But ‘Shhhhhh’, to never accuse,
To remember the rules ‘‘you feckless fools’’,
If my doubts become too difficult to mute..
“carry the burden”- the never ending muse.
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3) Trapped in a hellish, tenebrous realm,
Searching tirelessly for an exit,
Ripped apart from within, bit by bit,
By endless suffering overwhelmed.
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Wishing, every moment, a painless death,
While knowing ’tis a distant dream
Yet even amidst dark,a weak gleam
Of hope,fuels every miserable breath.
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No joy to cherish,
No family or friends to meet,
No love to pursue nor seek,
As I slowly perish.
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Unimaginable torture
Plaguing not body-but mind,
Eternal damnation, you find
Is of unbearable nature.
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But this one game, this one life
A desire to truly live, Hidden yet there
In this arena, what others do is stare
As you and yourself strife
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Challenges many,
Yet desire one,
Satisfaction of wants undone
To find comfort, if any.
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This hellish field,
This infernal game,
But silently, untamed,
Munitions you wield..
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Armed not of bullets, nor guns,
These attacks of thoughts, and judgement.
Turned into own achievement,
As alone I fight against millions..
‘The end.’
Duo Diseminators 