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[theobsoletepoet]

If you could have seen beyond the walls I built You would have known, The walls were high and steep Decorated with thorns that could cut deep, To keep away people who liked to peep You think, I am filled with pride and greed And there is a treasure , I keep safe in me I never want people to look inside For they will know, It's not a museum but a graveyard that I hide . . - The Obsolete Poet //Walls// . . "Hollow as a mountain all tunneled and drilled below Hollow as a mountain crowned with a cold, blue sky" . . Art : @jamiebrowneart #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #words_pleasure (at Mumbai, India)

[theobsoletepoet]

I wonder what it's like To build a city, house by house Wall by wall and brick by brick Cemented so well that we claim It would never be destroyed I wonder what it's like To climb on top of the tallest standing building In a city that has been devasted by a calamity And see the entire city in ruins I wonder what it's like To clear the rubble and the bodies trapped under A building that came crashing down Because someone cut down its pillars And breathe mourning every second I am sure we all have done that metaphorically Built a city in our head Claimed it would last forever Helplessly watched it being destroyed And looked at the ruins From atop the tallest structure that's left Cleared the rubble to look for any memories That are left and not yet dead Tried in vain to revive them While breathing death every moment Maybe it is much easier in our head Or maybe it's as devastating as seeing ruins In place of what once used to be a city But in both cases There is one thing that's common We never abandon them Instead we try to build a new one From the things left behind Sometimes we end up building An even grander city Or sometimes we just build a house With thick walls Just big enough to shelter us . . - The Obsolete Poet //Corpses and Ruins// . . Image : Album cover of Corpses and Ruins by Sallow . . "Boondon se hi, toh hain wahin Baandh lenge leherein Peron tale jo bhi mile Baandh lenge hum" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr #napowrimottt (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

[theobsoletepoet]

We have been burning the world Ever since we discovered fire Maybe because we believe That this Earth is a Phoenix We threw our hands wherever we could And grabbed a fistful each time We even caught oxygen from the air And step by step we turned it into oxides We have been sitting on a pyre for centuries That we have been slowly burning from below But it's only recently that we realised That we can get burned too So instead of doing our best to make it right We prefer running away from our responsibility Say that the fire that's slowly burning us Doesn't exist, it's just another myth Tell me, Where do we go from here? Do we wait for doomsday to arrive And choke on the carbon monoxide until then Or do we try to reduce the damage And prevent this Earth from turning into hell? . . - The Obsolete Poet //We didn't start the fire// . . Image : Album cover of We didn't start the Fire by Billy Joel . . "You look so tired, unhappy Bring down the government They don't, they don't speak for us I'll take a quiet life A handshake of carbon monoxide" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr #napowrimottt (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

[theobsoletepoet]

If someone tells you to follow them Because they have been through More winters than you And they have more stories to tell Which they can't prove to be true Would you follow them? If someone tells you to believe In something blindly Without asking the 'wh' questions Just because it has been that way For the previous 20 centuries Would you believe them? If someone orders you to follow rules Just because society justifies it And the majority choose to obey it Just like their forefathers did Would you obey even those rules That your conscience doesn't agree with? I hope you don't I hope you too, just like a few I know Would happen to have a voice inside them That sings "I know I was born And I know that I'll die The in between is mine I am mine" . I hope that voice gets clearer and louder With each passing breath And you have the strength To finally question them And one day all our voices Will resonate together And will shake this world to its very core Just like Lennon had once imagined "You may say I'm a dreamer  But I'm not the only one  I hope some day you'll join us  And the world will be as one" . . - The Obsolete Poet //Imagine// . . Image : Internet . . "Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people living life in peace" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr #napowrimottt (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

[theobsoletepoet]

I am not a home for anyone Even though people have claimed otherwise But it was only a few days or weeks later That they denied saying that I don't mind being a vacation home Or just a hotel for some Where they stay for a few days And go back to where they belong But what affects me the most Is when they set on fire Either their rooms, the hallways Or even the water that lays stagnant And to pour acid to the burn They run away with the extinguisher And then after a few days they return With the empty cylinder in their hands And an apology on their lips And I welcome them with open arms For I am a hotel, And that's the only way I know of to greet . . - The Obsolete Poet //Hotel// . . Image : Single cover of Hotel California by Eagles . . "But you got away, didn't you babe? You just turned your back on the crowd When you got away, I never once heard you say" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

[theobsoletepoet]

I keep my memories in my marrow That's why I can never forget them Even when I try hard to Throw them out of my system For a new version is always under production And maybe that's why Each time I revisit them I can see a different version altogether It's just another unending loop That I signed up for unknowingly When you ask me 'How are you doing?' After months of acting like I was obsolete I feel like screaming at the top of my voice That I am not all right But I push down all the rage in my lungs Down inside my stomach And let it digest and store it inside me I tell you I am alright And you go back to acting Like I am obsolete And I wait for the oxygen I feed my lungs To reignite the rage slowly, over time Until the next time you decide To lift off the curse of obsolescence That you put on me That this is just another unending loop That I signed up for unknowingly You thought it was easy for me To forget you and everything about you Because after all I used to forget everything And when I told you, It's not the same with memories You laughed at me But you never understood It's just another thing I signed up for unknowingly Each time you ask me If I miss you, just like you miss me I want to tell you How my lungs scream your name With every breath that I take And how my skin fills up with goosebumps When you ask me that question But I just say, I am fine Because you could never understand So nevermind! . . - The Obsolete Poet //Nevermind// . . Image : Album cover of Nevermind by Nirvana . . "Now I've got that feeling once again I can't explain you would not understand This is not how I am I have become comfortably numb" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)

[theobsoletepoet]

I haven't been able to sleep properly in the past few days. Parts of my body feel like they are about to break and fall off, as if they have suddenly grown too heavy to carry even from my living room to my kitchen. I can now claim that I distantly understand how the branches of a mango tree feel, when the ripened mangoes are about to fall off. I am sure even it has sleepless nights before that. My friends tell me my eyes when closed look like a puffer fish on defense mode, the part underneath it feel like the depths of an ocean where the light of the sun refuses to reach. I know for sure that my eyes were the same for weeks, after the love of my life left. But back then they failed to notice it or probably, they were just unable to find the perfect metaphor to describe it to me. My heart beats feel like the bass drum of a death metal drummer. But even after all the power my heart puts in, blood doesn't even manage to reach my brain. It has started acting on its own, telling me to react to things opposite to how I usually do. And I have been obeying it's every command like a spellbound prey. My brain is just as cold and numb as I always wished my heart to be. I guess even the stars need a hearing aid. And just like an estranged lover awaits at the doorstep for his love to return or a starving begger waiting outside a restaurant hoping food would come to him; even I rest on my bed hoping sleep would visit me sometime soon. . . - The Obsolete Poet //No sleep at all// . . Image : Live album cover of No Sleep At All by Motorhead . . "Let's sleep together right now Relieve the pressure somehow Switch off the future right now Let's sleep forever" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr (at Parijat Restaurant And Bar)

[theobsoletepoet]

I have been painting my pain On the walls in my city Some see it as an art Some as an act of vandalism I have been writing stanzas On the orange leaves in the park Some read it as poetry Some as just random words Scribbled down to fade away I keep staring at random objects And use them as a screen To project every thought That runs on my mind, on to it Some see me as a zoned guy Some choose to ignore it I keep clinging on to my past Hoping to make sense of it Because everytime I visit I discover things That I had previously missed I have been holding things That are long gone, inside of me Some see me as a museum Some as a graveyard of memories But it doesn't matter to me Because in the end We are just strangers, That pass by on the road, Sit alone in neighbouring tables Usually a table for four Drinking and smoking Hoping that at least that would fill, Probably until the next morning, The emptiness that we hold And when our eyes cross For a second or two We can see the pain, the emptiness Inside each other's eyes But we choose to get back to our schedule Because in the end, No one wants to look in the mirror When they know that it will show Just a skeleton made up of hollow bones . . - The Obsolete Poet //Hollow// . . Image : Single cover of Hollow by Alice in Chains . . "Hollow as a mountain All tunneled and drilled below Hollow as a mountain Crowned with a cold, blue sky" . . #writography #writer #obsolescence #ObsoleteDiaries #obsolete #poetry #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #wordporn #writing #instapoet #igpoets #instagramwriters #poetrygram #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #PoetsOfInstagram #poem #poetryinmotion #drunkpoetssociety #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #quotes #quote #poetsoftumblr (at Mumbai, Maharashtra)