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Zombie man;
This place has particularly square architecture
Dark with blue and red lights
Like two colours of rainbow 🌈
Two extremes
People often come here to seek asylum
Out there a dangerous world exist
And we all seek an escape from it!!
Me too!!
Places stay
And memories are triggered
People often go away
And again here I am
Sitting alone
Drinking
All loneliness and venerability
A fear that I will vanish oneday
Without being alive
Without being lived
Without becoming who I am
And this routine
That sucks life out of me
Makes me dull and common;
I can see people around me
Walking dead
Shallow
Hollow
Running late
Moving without emotions
All motions are emotionless
They are Zombie
This is a disease and disgrace
Our consciousness brings
All animals are more alive than us
As they live in this moment
We are our past trying to hold future
Collection of memories and tragedies;
Look at me
What I have become
The man, i would have detested
The man, who is fearful
I was revolution
Which couldn't blossom
I was change which never came
I was man
Which i couldn't become
I lost all faith and hopes
For me there exists no purpose
I fall into this trap of ordinary
They have succeeded to avoid the revolution;
Do You sense a maturity?
It had costed me this life
Do You see
The lost man
Who once knew the all paths
All love
And hates
Filled inside me are rotting
I have become rotten hell
Once which was the heaven of Youth
To find peace
I have bated the tragedies
And without pain
There is no creation
Without emotions
All motions are worthless;
I know
I know
I am godless preacher
I preach the destruction
And i would have loved it
And believe me
I have died thousand times
Before i could stand and walk
To seek a new kind of death
For me all world is merely illusion
And oneday
I will die
And all this will be lost
Like it has always been
My grave will bear nothing but a weight
Of disappointment
And years later
They will dig it
And shift me to
Another place
Where people will visit
And pay homage
And will try to cry my pain
But these memories
Will die with me
There are people
Whom i have really loved and cared for
But there is no reciprocraticity;
This body has become weak
And soul is grown old
I can preach all knowledge of worlds
And still i crave the actions
As I lived in fear
Wish I were strong enough
To fight the demon
But now I have become ghost
Living in past
Hoping to control future
I am the definition of zombie man
Infact
I am the zombie man;
© Jeitendra sharma
Whispers of silence;
whispers, a few voices
shadows, standing at a distance
hear the nightmare
about to happen
the beast is unchained, within,
hungry to swallow
church bells have gone chaotic
the cross in on fire
no saviour, no humanity
no Gods and no Devil
whispering voices in the head;
melodious opera at a distance
a ritual before the feast
crowd calling for blood
a pit of darkness
a few hands coming out of it
crawling beast over the dead bodies
fighting to eat it all;
hear the fear
the silence of cries
the moans of death
long nails and hollow bodies
playing the instruments of madness
and night is about to end
first rays of light, the twilight
all rituals are over
the supper is ready and served
popped up eyes of Young lovers
and the raw flesh, death by suicide
all dreams are sucked up by pit of death
and it vomited another nightmare
to thrive on weakness
to colonies the bodies and feast over it
before it dies, eats it from inside
turn him into a madman
a man who sees the reality
a death of lies
and the triumph of truth;
©jeitendra_sharma
Jks
Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide.
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a bridge
a bridge
alike thought process
two worlds disconnected
but in between, there is a bridge
a bridge, born out of imagination
I see the dots
connecting two worlds
a hidden soul inside the body
close Your eyes, and
Jump into the river
swim inside the creation,
a language of expression
a flute or birds
what I see? is it real?
a crisis of being lost
inside the endless lives
births and deaths
a constant energy cycle
I see it
the reason, why I am here?
and not there
why not those birds? or an insect
crawling beneath the expectation
am I real? or everything is just an illusion
where are deads? are they here?
or lost somewhere
without knowing it
am I here after being dead, in another world
is it hell? or different heaven
am I a slave? of another world
who I am?
and it is a bridge
Joining two worlds
Just like a black-hole might exit into another one
or a portal
where I will go after I am dead here?
is it a rebirth awaiting?
or it is the final one
who would know?
death might be an answer to all questions
or maybe a full stop
of existence,
©jeitendra_sharma
Jks.
art- CONTEMPORARYSHAMAN
caged
am I caged?
a little soul
in front of the Goddess
am I bound with the desires
a bird afraid of flying out
strong wind has broken the wings
am I at mercy of Yours?
I see the emotions
taking me far
I see the sun, shining far
the moon, hovering in the air
red sky
high skyscrapers
locked feelings
and the master of my soul
where is the key to my freedom
I see no hope
Just a Goddess
she will not let me go
am I amusement for her
what is it? obsession or trophy
am I a prize?
or the lost man
I see the fine structure of her body
the heaven in her curves
the lust in eyes
and the life in her womb
should I stay? caged
die in her arms
or, should I leave to find someone human
a companion
with human features
a soul as pure as mine
a heart as good as mine
a mind as free as me
Who is free?
up to what extent
am I bored with the same music?
I want something new to morn
something to write
and someone to love,
©jeitendra_sharma
Jks.
Bubble
the little bubble of Yours
preserve it, as much as you want
it will burst soon
leaving You, in a moment of despair
the naked truth will come to you
cause and effect
it will reach you
and then You will fight
but, it will be too late
so, don't build walls too high
don't deluded reality
wolves are at gates
there is no meaning in closing gates now
the lower strata are shaking now
it will crush down the masons
a monster is rising from the abyss
unapologetically brutal
a wild animal, hungry and angry
see the future
what it will bring
love, hate all will burn down
You can't kill deads
deads are rising
emotionless and blinded with the disparity
masses are working for a few
and when they will realize it
it will be a chaos
they will turn into beasts
with their nails
they will poke Your little bubble
and then
You will feel, powerless
beg for mercy
but,
there will be none!
©jeitendra_sharma
Jks.
art- parasite movie
barrier, a prison
light, electromagnetic waves
travelling, speed of light
it isn't a single particle, per se
quanta, at an average speed
the barrier between dimensions
the greater speed is needed to cross it
averaged speed, integration of more and less
a statistical distribution
at higher speed entering into another realm
at less nothing could cross it
a separate possibilities
maybe, many continuous universes
Just like real numbers, uncountable
Just we couldn't see it
stuck with the false limitation
the self-made boundary
maybe discarded
living in isolation
maybe a Jail
a prison
a punishment
but, for what?
©jeitendra_sharma
Jks.
art- Patryk Hardziej
le bruit des glacons
can you see
the bending light
what a drop of dye does to water
the fascinating patterns
flowers spirling in a preferred direction
the shape, color of the sky
drops of rain
the statistical laws
a specific shape of clouds
symmetries of nature
water spirling down into the sink
all vibrating patterns that exist in the air
and we propagate it like excitation stage of fields
an algorithm running in the back of mind
information divided into stages
processing it in the blink of the eyes
decisions made by the unconscious mind
accelerating universe, into what?
intelligence transforming soil into life
entropy setting the direction of time
limitation or lack of imagination
perfections of nature
and our tries to understand it
a love for knowledge
a curious mind
that can't be satisfied
intrigued by the vast information
to select to collect the finest works
to learn from legends
unknown figures in human history
the beautiful equations
and the art
of the greatest artist,
©jeitendra_sharma
Jks.
a playwriter
a stage and the live audience
performance, antagonist
people loved it
praises, cheering, loud voices from the crowd
bravo!
at the end
all are here, on the stage
playwriter, and the performers
it had a striking similarity to our daily lives
maybe, we all are performing artist
Just playing our parts
written by the magical power, You call, 'God'
so, should we hate the criminals or evil-man
who are merely playing their parts
Do we hate the artist? who played a villain
no! so, if You believe God made everything
he controls everything
so, why this hate?
He wrote all this misery
and all the things You hate that causes pain
I see no reason to hate
if, You believe in him
and if you hate
then, You don't trust the God
and his magical powers
so decide, whether to believe or not
and if You do believe
stop the hatred
even it is a heinous or gruesome crime
as the playwriter is Your 'God'
©jeitendra_sharma
Jks.
art- the creation of adam,
artist- Michelangelo.
"pogroms"
You are silent
complicit, in the act of hatred
remember it
You will be asked one-day
about the silence
You pose at the time of crisis
the safe heaven of yours
the idiot's paradise will be gone
sooner or later
the heat will burn Your flesh too
then, it will be time to ask yourselves
where was the concern?
when the bloodthirsty, fearmongers
were burning the secular fabric of the nation
the pain will reciprocate
and the tears will be in your fate too
don't blame others
see inside you
what did you do?
when the other's house was on fire?
hatred is never one-sided
it leaves a great pain
and depths of misery
that the upcoming generations will fill with their blood
all of You
who are complicit today
should suffer in the same fashion
all of you
who are silent today
should die every day in your thoughts
all of you
who are enjoying it
should burn in hell
should be caged in the darkest cell of hell
all of you
who, in the name of god
killing, beating others
should share the same fate
let no peace touch your face again
let no moment of happiness come to your homes too
a curse that will haunt you
for the rest of your life
a curse for breaking, burning my nation
my home and my brothers,
©jeitendra_sharma
Jks.
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when I first saw her
a skinny little girl
like bluish water of the ocean
typically a girl, a city a girl
there was a strange attractiveness in her
like I could relate her with myself
a brave girl, indeed
I broke her emotionally, ruined her happiness
still, she was standing and facing me
I couldn't see her, in the eyes
for the first time, I was hating my lies
the tales that were woven inside me
I wanted freedom
to be a free soul, to roam without worrying
roads weren't making me uncertain anymore
withholding her hands, I could walk without fear
she infused strength inside me
a mirror to see, what I am
and what I wanted to be
a girl, with whom I roamed
venerable, without food, or shelter
we walked, talked, and cried
she was there, falling but holding me
crashing into trees, but holding me
I felt the warmth of her love
it was indeed selfless love, the one they talk in heaven
I found it, in her
but dumb man couldn't understand it
still, she was there
looking at me
drunk, kissing me passionately
like I am hers
without any tags
just like shopping without looking pricetags
a feeling of liberation
a girl, and her wild dreams
a born star, the bravest girl I have known
the girl who will never back down
she may fall but
she will rise again
and I am beside her
learning the art of struggle
she is the verse of my poetry
meaning which I hide in between lines
a girl with whom I roamed
a girl, who will with me
in my past and future
a life, and beauty of it,
©jeitendra_sharma
Jks.
I, me, myself
it is just me
rest is just imagination
a pure work of the mind
just like a dream
happening inside my mind
all things, everyone
all pain, love, and hatred
filled inside me
I am the son
and the father
Loving myself again
detesting things I create for me
locality;
the true dimension is hidden
I am the fourth dimension
ends of divergence and convergence
I drown and died in this world
take births in another one
all the parts I am playing
everyone is Just me in a different dimension
look at me
it is just a creation of the mind
what is reality?
mind tells you
it fills the gaps with imagination, or,
create everything out of imagination
a powerful tool
we are blind, it is not what we see
it is the creation of the mind
it creates
and we play along
it put emotions
and we love or hate
we become aroused, looking ourselves
loving oneself
and ignoring oneself
I am the Buddha and the Christ
and I am the evil that kills myself
I dwell between extremes
punishing myself and
tearing oneself apart
I create the universe
I build the walls
I am the creator
and I am the destroyer
I am me
and all are my creation
happening inside me
I stab myself
and betray with the consent of me
I am the tragedy
and the success
I define it
and I defy it
I love me
without knowing that it is me
and I empty the bullets on me,
©jeitendra_sharma
Jks.
art- medium.com
limit, and mediocrity
I possess
the impossible possibilities
preserved inside
in this decaying biological cells
I am born
in the world of poverty
but I can afford the view of stars
the vastness of the free sky
the roaring thunderstorms
and flying birds,
I find questions
answers
no one is looking at it
I hear the perfect sound of opportunity
but bonded with burdens
Look at these fellows
limits around their capabilities
and the extending possibilities
who would solve
these impossible, unprecedented problems
a path
that led to the dark future
a curiosity
that satisfies the
the hunger inside a man
a vanity
that breaks the morality of science
imagine
a loop
a pathbreaking solution
to the problems of Gods
listen to the new ideas
talk to the stars
and look at the moon
before it disappears in vain,
a self burning torch
that guide
the darkest hours
and watch the possibilities
that hides beneath this darkness
uncover the faces
theories that would revolutionize the world
equations, which would be perfect
a beautiful, elegant
work of man
would be remembered
forever again,
©jeitendra_sharma
Jks.
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