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तेरे शहर का मौसम

बड़ा सुहाना लागे

मैं कुछ बरसात चुरा लूँ

अगर बुरा ना लागे

[schoolkillsart]

My love for life

is little red rose

blooming into dystopia

watered poison ivy

my love for laugh

roots deep in me

dead in the eyes

silent by the roaring sea

but my love for love

my love

you know

you don't

my love for love

is van Gogh to his ear

cut off from him

but still worthy to be a gift....

[schoolkillsart]

Pour cubes of ice in my glass

it's not cold enough

for one to savour the spirit

the one that hits the spot

get me something dry

he's wounded and might die

'don't fall asleep, fight it'

may this cold be gone

bring me my coat

and light up a fire

let me stop this tension

it's time for war

let the men know

that we want them

their motherland calls

let belongings march past them

bring me a coat

it's too much to bear

or put me out of misery

just one bullet, i swear

let my motherland know

i never let her fall

please light a fire

this loss has to stall

one ordered to attack brutally

one failed to comply

one was a bureaucrat in parliament

one followed a war cry

in war there are no sinners

truly, in war there are no winners

[schoolkillsart]

The more we speak

the less we are understood

the less it's talked about

oh, the triviality

casting its essence

mirthing in the corner

silent in every way

cutting your soul from inside

smiling as you say

haste, love is fragile

and there's not much time

hinder there just for once

she lies in her grave

with tombstone painted gold

engraved with words-

Here or nowhere

laugh all one could

cry as you should

blunt killers everywhere

luring behind the woods

live as you love

love all your life

the world is a slaughterhouse

prepare to be the knife...

Illustration: Someone anonymous to you but not me

[schoolkillsart]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out !! <3

Thank you.

I don't know 8people to tag, so in retrospect I mention @thewindandthewolves ×8

[schoolkillsart]

There's just something vivid in these pins and rings and other shiny things

they kill you

without an ounce of mercy

just like a finely aged wine

they posses you

they crawl in your thoughts

dopamine falseness

instant addiction

the moment you observe them

they ignite a fire of indecency

luring you

baiting you once again

ardently but steadily

they soak your gaze so much

that you can't imagine her without them

allusions, and interpretations

all fall in disgrace

you seek banality

you find visual poise

mind paints stars

you get dirt

fingers feel empty

as a painter with nothing on his canvas

he could paint heavens and angels

still chooses a man

face devoid of soul

deserted cities of gold

and as the trident of kailasa

the enigma it holds

folks and follies

myths and fantasies

all rest uncertainly

as hellish havoc it brings

there's just something vivid

about these pins and rings and other shiny things

she possesses my soul, which she carries gracefully in her nose pin

[schoolkillsart]

I still am mad

and at this point who isn't

as I lay my eyes in a thing

it starts growling with agony

a scream of insanity

which shooks me to my core

livid and sly

dead as a corpse

lays my soul

on moors far away

where once roamed the greats

who are now mads

forgotten from every page

erased from ballads

neglected in commotions

feared in hostility

they once were heroes

still are

but no one claims them boldly

social disgust eats them

in a world

where shoes are placed in showcases

and books sold on roads

what's more that's not thinkable

glued and hooked

devoid of freedom

my fingers talk

and tongue is useless

why do I speak

to whom I convey

what's my story

why am I so weak

still holding respect

to the forgotten Kafka

the devilish Van Gogh

or the dame Agatha

when I can preach

a godess of seduction

who has never failed to glow

in a world

where everyone have screens

let's kindle life

for freedom is choice

and war is peace

[schoolkillsart]

I've sat here infinite times

ate here too

got drunk over memories

and rinsed from bottled elixirs

but how could I

have not noticed once

that the food here was vapid

non savorable

stale

the drinks here were diluted

with poise and agony

more than enough to kill man

how I never noticed the stains on the tablecloth

the slight creakiness of chairs

the long waits after ordering

the astringent water

and how I suddenly notice now

that everything is messed up

and never was this place special

it was all you

you and just you

you made this place

this food

this very chair

special

you and only you

the salt of my life

you

[schoolkillsart]

Why rains sound so romantic in movies and poetries and fairy-fictions?

If rains are romantic, why wuthering heights suffered every time a thunder ruffled over its moors?

Why rains are romantic if you cannot just light your cigarette while walking through one of your favorite paths, and listen to 'cold/mess' with headphones on?

Cause romantic rains are made up stuff. Poets and writers deluded the whole of humanity, into loving things that are undesirous and blunt.

The rainy puddles, creaks of forgs and toads, muddy offtracks, slump sounds, birdless skies, parks with empty benches, childrens eating ice-creams, elders reading newspapers and discussing politics, and everything that rains prevents us from reliving.

Simply that, or might it be that we need condolences, at every turn, at every bit, after every attempt, either condolence or appraisal. Humans are weak. We seek motivation from some dumb made-up characters rather than the great warriors, compassion from lyrics of artists that might not even qualify to that term but the auto-tuned voices of them singing really the obvious makes us feel special about their talent, love from some wilting petals of flowers rather than grandma's morning tea routine for grandpa without fail for the past 57 years, empathy from influencers who posted a black-box in protests of racism and murders of George Floyd and Breonna Taylor pretending to stand against racism and on the next post posting how to apply a lotion properly to look fair, insightfulness from people who Di Caprio portrayed in his movies rather than himself from his Oscar winning speech about the Arctic defreezing.

Rains are just that bright pandora boxes, camouflaged nicely by poets and writers and artists, so that we continue to ignore it, even when it occurs that it portrays life-defining roles.

Rains are not merely romantic, yet some people romanticize it, pluviophiles I guess, but writing it as a status on your social media profile, and being it, is as vivid of a difference as a concussed man distinguishing a bee and a sparrow.

Rains aren't romantic, people are, so stop putting out weather statements, and start loving a little more, no matter what, just a little day by day.

And as Jane Austen said-

If I loved you less, I would have been able to talk about it more

reach that level of unconditional love, undeniable and truest.

[schoolkillsart]

Women are the salt of earth, everything possible and anything real, is a woman.

Why women?

Why not a man?

Isn't the world strong like a man and not sensitive like a women?

Then why women?

Why the goddess of war, is a goddess, if war is such a manly thing, it brings glory to a 'man' and 'his family', then why worship a women?

Why soldiers patrolling the snow-clad peaks of the Himalayas chant "जय मां दुर्गे" (Jai Maa Durge- Hindu goddess of valor and protection), if the entitlement of protection of his house belongs to a man, why chant for a women?

Why a nation has men as their 'father' or 'guardian', but the nation itself is a women and called 'motherland'?

Why is it that every time we curse, we curse a women, but the language we curse in is our 'mother tongue'?

Why women?

Everyday, we worship, pity, pray, fight, envy, caress, lust, love, curse, seduce, a women, everyday.

When the world was created, the focal point was evolution. It was the driving force, particles of dust changed thier course to form stars, moons, earth, galaxies, and what not. Heavens, hell, enigmas, mysteries, everything came to existence and evolved continuously, or as the universe states- 'Change being the only Constant'.

And as evolution laid her eyes on the fortune of humans, being the most complex yet the most fragile of its creations, we failed to adhere change as a part of our system. We nonetheless evolved too, but rendered the need of a strong, never-changing, fixation point, and thus women were born.

Everything a man could think, crave, thirst, fantasize, see, taste, smell, touch, became women. Attributions layered the cores to form to form vivid deviations, but the centre retained the same, being a woman.

All things, a man is, is of a women's origin.

- Heavens with angles to make us believe that death too, is rewarding.

- Love is a women, that men inject in them to survive this world.

- Food we eat is pity and blessings of a women (Demeter/ अन्नपूर्णा)

- The lord we praise for everything and life is a women.

The air we breathe, the water we drink, and everything and anything a man, constitutes from this universe for its existence, is a women.

Thus, women.

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Women of love

may I meet you

as I did to the hollows of my heart

where darkness resides

along with many mundane thoughts

women of trust

may mirth resides

as I've for my home

as I lay across the floor

no heaven safer than it

women of truth

belong to me

as Plath did to her very poetry

beautiful yet doomed

but etched forever

women of beauty

let me see you

see what you hold, see through you

as you'll be ice, chilly and melting

and the spirits too, to appreciate you

women of the world

may I interest you

to have a look at me

that I'll finally meet some of you

and then rest my life in heaven with you

[weirdchristmas]

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Happy Crême Brulée.

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Tired Milano Cookie

[thewindandthewolves]

Hopefully exhausted chocolate

[schoolkillsart]

Sleepy donut

[schoolkillsart]

Humans are merely destitute, nothing to protect and nothing to provide. We were rich as we trace history back to the roots of origin, no money but rich. Now we have democracy, economics, republics, philosophies, fiction, folklores, feasts, and all the words we now consider mundane, that comprise our daily selves, but we are not rich.

Destitutes are more aggressively cornered, justice could be brought, you cannot hunt an elephant now but can buy licensed ivory, cannot kill anybody but self defend a death, cannot cry at life but you could suicide to make people regret for some time. We have reached a point where every thing we've learnt from history is just a myth or a manuscript rendering no use.

Rich is now more a bank statement than a mental state.

Health is now just an escape from the society, a man seeks home only after he is tired of being a creature of Aristotelian diplomacy, and we consider him as an healthy individual. Wealth is health now. Pride is money. Power is power. And you and I with the power to read are just devices that earn puddings.

[schoolkillsart]

You are very good at writing beautiful things full of feelings 💕

Thank you, your words mean a lot

[schoolkillsart]

All these lovers and no love at all, the guy standing fourth in the line with a bag of groceries in one hand and crutches in other with balding hairline, the girl at Target with curls and slight hunch in her shoulders, the veteran army man who has now spent sixty infinities alone with the same song of bullets running through his head and not even one through it to put him out of his misery, the literature professor who is the most passionate about Austen and Brontë than whole of the universe single-handedly struggles to find a perfect place to have her coffee where she could find someone to talk about it, a high school boy just reimagining his prom night once again overthinking each and every possibility to go after her. we all must be brave enough to endure the reality that not everyone gets everything no matter how hard you work. sometimes we just fail. we know that we are surrounded full with people yet the solitude when we reach home and fail to find a single soul to have a conversation about our day demolishes every ounce of hope and rendition. the world indeed is full of lovers and yet some find none, and is cataclysmic

[schoolkillsart]

Quietly went off the rain showers

For there's was sun again

but too bleak to mark himself

just bringing dawn late and dark early

and lo! September's here

rain some bliss

and make me fall in love with earth again

[schoolkillsart]

Schooling wasn't about just 6 hours of study

It was about tiffin boxes, last pages of notebooks, paper planes, friendly curses, canteen escapades, running in corridors, mimicking teachers, trolling the lazies, discussing whole dreams, innocent love, creepy watchman chats, washroom tours, vibing together to a song all at the same time, lingering through benches just to jam with your homies, chalk-fights, wall graffitis, stepping on each other shoes, borrowing pen for taking notes and never returning them, heaven like PE time periods, classroom hootings, crying when failed to clear sems, and boasting while topping classes, cheek kisses of pure bliss, made-up games just to punch each other, group projects, admirable chemistries, and everything I felt, you felt,

just blissful

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Most of our childhood is not stored in photo,

it resides in certain biscuits, the morning tv cartoons, the afternoon naps, textures of walls, puddles on grounds, raindrops from roofs, branches of tree, running through corridors, happiness when someone shook hands instead of running their fingers through your hair.

and it probably ails each one of us, constant itchy sensation, at a place one could not even scratch, just suffer, and wish to get over it, somehow....