Night as I see,

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Today I would like to pen down on ‘night’

 And Everyone discovers with their own leap.

 Night is just spew of black downright

 Not the slight blue, or that tincture of green just black to seep.

.

I gazed at the sky in my gloomy reign.

So much so that the stars belied their own self beauty.

And remained hiding in blackness until I succumbed as well… clean.

Very Pretty..( petty)

..

 I Despaired over the past few weeks

 I Despaired  the known people walking with a glance to my state.

Not knowing I needed someone yet reluctant to turn a help for me.

So much so was my depravity ‘s weight.

And then..no  now I am alright, you see.

At those moments it felt impossible to take another leap.

But Something did upturn my belief (something or someone always does)

And there is a point to this, whatever that may have been.

….

Now, I look at the sky from this caress and comfort.

At the same murkiness, which had earlier left me to my discomfort.

I can only reason the moisture laden clouds for shading the twinkles..

Looking at the nightly sky with a resounding purpose…

Written by: Kunjal.G

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Poem/prompt writing

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Hey everyone. This time we bring to you a poem that we wrote amidst conversing. In an easier way poem with a person. Just have a companion who shares with you the knack for poetry ( or wants to write poetry), and bring about a conversation in poetry. the conversation can be in depth on life, love, friendship or basically anything. We two found it is a great way to practise and and get in line with ‘poetic language’. Our first attempt wasn’t easy. Check this out.

Kunjal: Life,my life is smattered into colours of red and hue,

Red is not inspiring, hue of prolonging darkness,

I don’t know what to do. 

Khushi :At least in life u have colours by your side,

My life is dull and gray

Better a prolonging darkness 

Than the melancholy at the bay

Kunjal It seems you ‘re confused,

Riddled by emotions, you can’t seem to etch,

What you feel in parchments of white,

The truth, is still crushed inside,

You are not letting it out pure and right.

Pity, at least I know I am falling,

I know I aint trying,

I know I am falling, without calling. 

Khushi: Confusion is but a fleeting dream 

I have started to fall in love with chaos 

At least I know it will pay ear to my screams

When the world is trying to ignore me 

As I see dreams of breaking free in doss

Kunjal: Your misery is nowhere near mine then,

I shall bid you a good bye,

I am searching for the lovely souls,

Who are just slipping down the slope

It’s a good slip though,

I don’t have to try and cry 

To people who can’t listen to me,

To people who won’t

But at least i hope to find,

Likeminds. 

Khushi: Goodbye is a strong word isn’t it?

How easy it is for people to part 

When you say you wanna find likeminds

You ignore that each one of us is worlds apart 

What is life? What are likeminds?

There is no likeness in Mankind,

There’s only disturbance and difference 

Kunjal: What i mean by likeminds,

Is people who have been labelled,

By the same “chaos”

You have fallen in love with it.

Khushi: Ah! The chaos 

Yes People have been labelled I agree

But what you forget to see

Is that every person has a different chaos 

There’s A different storm in each cup of tea.

Kunjal: I shall tell you one more pick aint i?

 You are interpreting it all wrong,

That is what people of the dreamland do,

Guard them from their own wrong.

Khushi: No interpretation is wrong my friend

Its a symbol of the difference

That every person has their own thoughts ,

Every person his own way of existence

Kunjal: I hope i dont hurt you by saying this,

However you are already getting hurt and pinched.

It is not the thoughts we see, the actions we do

Then tell your own people to do what they think.

Khushi: Don’t worry I dont get hurt anymore

The world has done this to me 

Made me learn to be strong 

As they silence all my roars

I agree what you say is right

And let’s not talk about the conflicts

All it does is start a fight 

Kunjal: The world,hah what a joke.

It has taught me differently, sorry to say.

Taught me that those who slip away,

Aint have a chance to find their way.

So, I am doing as they say.

Khushi: oh well my friend I am a rebel,

I don;t run or slip away

Its just now being inviolable has become my song

Kunjal: Dear, you aren’t not a chance,

Slipping away.

It is me who is and I aint to stop it.

You just found love for your misery,

And I just found hate.

It is simple isn’t it?

Hah you can never win, 

And I ain’t eager to continue.

This world can’t listen the feeble argument of the weak,

Here it is you.

You must be confused by the names. Check out who we are here

So, how do you feel about this exercise. would be happy to know below. Ours was not a perfect attempt. But it was enjoyable and fun along with learning. So find a companion and do poetry writing with them. A convo for a start?

~DuoDisseminators

The DOOR

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A rumbling in the bush, I think I saw a shadow

Creeping closer was it an ambush? But no it was a meadow.

A land full of greenery, Flowers and birds flirting away,

An idyllic scene it was- the rules of pessimism  broken away.

It takes all my worries, my sorrow, my despair away.

And suddenly goes aloof! as I wake up to a stare at a wholesome grey 

Grey, dark grey , ringing in my head- It always happens. ALWAYS.

Ending with a sigh of a ‘next time’ No, I  can’t let it continue this way

Everyone tells me what is right, and it is distasteful if I become me!

But not today, not today at least ! and I will change  for everyone to  see!

The meadow won’t just be a pitiful illusion , I can make it my own life

This hope and want will narrate my screams, and finally will I  thrive

Why let someone define my dreams, why declare cynics ‘ Oh lead the way’

Because now I know that in the end, It’s how you lived  life that’ll stay

Ah! This meadow opened something inside

The fire, the turmoil!- and now I won’t be confined 

After giving this test of steel and fire, I am learning to refine 

The door was always wide open, It was I who didn’t see.

‘That life is not just what it is, it’s how it was meant to stay.’

We have to see the way….

WRITTEN BY: Khushi Mahajan

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The Training..

Illustrated By Khushi. M and Kunjal.G

I will feel afraid, yes, stepping into the new, knowing that they won’t be there to caress my head all the time if I stumble and grapple to stand uptight, as I take the step. But deep down I realise that I need to detach to learn and live. It will be a testimony. That is the hardest part, and well that is the absolute training...

THE TRAINING.

Oh! That time had arrived, 

When my frame was not so little like a child

To fit snugly into the closure of the warmth,

And be the one safe and unharmed.

Fear though precepted in the blue eyes.

Which widened like an innocent child

Thus, closed my eyes beavered,

With your final glimpse, I took my momentum

And pushed myself into the unknown blue.

Unconscious of what I will end up

I was drowning, and I remembered

The last time you hugged me

 Some  moments ago.

I shrieked the words badly,

To be in your warmth again,

I grieved harshly to be,in this cold.

I couldn’t though continue the feat,

For dangerous water had filled up my mouth

 So, I closed it to control and breathe,

Just as you had told me,

And from that moment it became clear

That the training had begun.

And I couldn’t retrace my path

To the first time I took the plunge..

~Written by Kunjal Gupta.

~DuoDisseminators

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