#profoundwriters

[profoundwriters]

A Walk to an End

A walk on a road to an end,

An end before known,

An end after unknown.

I write as I walk, walk as I write,

A path everyone wants to crawl, I walk.

A poem I write to no one known.

I live a day, a night, a day,

A life I live which is a life not to live,

A poem I write to no one alive.

I have enemies disguised as friends.

Violence disguised as family love.

And hell disguised as life.

An end towards I walk on my feet.

My feet stand beneath a cluster of bones,

Glued together with tears I own.

Bones underneath a skin so thin.

A skin too dark, a skin housing many flaws.

My bones scream as they grind against each other.

Flaws hidden behind smiles and lies.

Smiles forged with practice,

And lies flows without no practice.

My mind with stories to fool itself,

Its a cycle of chaos.

My mind with excuses to fool itself,

Its a cycle of repeatedness.

Trapped in it I am,

Not a will to escape,

But a will to entangle myself in it.

Who am I?

What's my purpose?

Why am I alive?

No answers to these questions.

No need to answer the questions,

When I can no longer ask the questions,

Once I walk on this road to an end.

I need no reason to walk this road,

I'll walk, and walk and walk,

Until I lose my mind.

I'll sink and sink and sink,

Deeper into this chaos,

Losing myself.

Closing my eyes,

I'll cry and cry and cry,

My heart out, till my tears dry out.

I'll scream and scream and scream,

Till my lungs run out,

Of the breath I waste.

I'll let my heart stop beating,

Let it sleep to an eternal slumber.

And my mind I'll let it dissolve into chaos.

I'll stop hurting myself and keep walking,

I'll stop thinking and keep walking,

I'll stop breathing and keep walking,

I'll stop my pen and keep walking.

I walk on a road, a walk to death,

A walk on a road, a walk to peace.

- Nagraj_S_M

[profoundwriters]

NAME: SOMDATTA MITRA

TOPIC : MIRROR

Behind the smoke and mirrors the reality is perhaps hidden,

As we view the object or person in the mirror each time it is an illusion that we adhere and relent.

We are often confident that the mirror speaks the truth and the honest feed is imbibed ,

The fool is often deceived through the tactful;

And subtle means to do it with mirrors and hence cheat a friend or foe while they substantiate and glide.

The one end is clear and the other end little confusing ,

The bite that cradles the sin is forever corrupted.

Quite symbolic of deceptive nature that the reality beholds ,

Often a mirror portrays the real treachery or the trick of the person that confronts.

Innocence suffers and tortured and tormented through a regular regression ,

As the honest soul learns slowly how the ferocity of the fraudulent minds can profligate.

A sweet smile can resonate several times to remind ,

That confronting the mirror the views witnessed are not always perfect.

To device to uplift the vices which are shameful are in a camouflage,

The colour of an apple can be duped or deluded by vindictive minds to gallop in an entrenchment.

A mirror is usually the reflection of our self ,

As we enquire several queries to understand our weaknesses or strengths.

If the visual on the other end is unclear ,

Although our analysis is certain that we adhered and perceived through our conviction.

Reality exposes a huge number of deceptive incidents and experiences,

MIRROR ! MIRROR ! our voice roars for a legitimate transparency of the vision.

Insta id : mitrasomdatta

[profoundwriters]

What is pain?

Pain is indefinable. The definition of pain varies from person to person. A person can bear the death of a loved one quite well while another person of same age may find it challenging to cope with even losing their favourite thing. Does that make them strong and weak respectively? No. That's just how they feel and experience pain. Strength has no connection with how a person deals with pain.

To judge a person based on how they withstand pain is absolutely unfair. It's equally unfair to expect someone to "get over it" just because someone else has. No two persons are the same. Every individual has their own method to deal with something that is unexpected, unwanted and unsatisfactory. Just because someone has dealt with such a situation with sheer ease, it's not necessary that someone else too has to.

The depth of pain doesn't lie in the amount of tears one sheds. It can't be felt, it can't be dealt with unless one sincerely tries to understand the depth, the gravity of the pain someone is in. Crying the pain out doesn't make one weak or not crying doesn't make one strong. Crying is only a way of letting go of the pain and feeling lighter, it's not a sign of strength or weakness. Declaring someone emotionally or mentally weak just because they cry is sheer ignorance and stupidity.

Pain has different effects on different people. Some become completely dependable while some turn absolutely self reliant. But again, does being dependable or self reliant make them weak or strong? Mental strength simply depends on how that pain affects one's mind. If one loses individuality of their own, the pain has clearly made them mentally weak. A strong mind knows what it is capable of. Breaking down is okay but breaking ties with oneself is not okay. Every single moment of grief makes a person meet oneself. All one needs to make sure is they meet someone with a strong mind.

Pain is inevitable. It's a part of life. One has to develop ways of their own to deal with their grief. One's strength lies in their capability of healing themselves, and not in their ways of dealing with their pain.

- Sneha Dholakia

[profoundwriters]

Trust: The Fear of Life

I am always having fear

When I see someone near

Its not easy to share

Its like a meteorite

Heart is like mirror for everyone

In which having images of several people

One of them having near

Wrong one can give tear

Its easy to fight against warriors

But not easy to our inner pains

Warriors kill us one time

But inner pains kills us at every time

A broken mirror can't show images perfectly

While touching it can give injury

A broken heart can't love again

Always want to live life alone

Trust is short in spelling

But its not in understanding

Here easy to do a promise

But not easy to complete

_Savinya Singh

[profoundwriters202008]

Birumi Swati: All India Best Writers Award

AIBA-2023, hosted by: Profound Writers & Co.

Hosted by Profound Writers & Co., the All India Best Writers Award 2024 (AIBA-2024) has nominated the distinguished writer, Birumi Swati, recognizing his remarkable literary contributions. As the literary world eagerly awaits the results, writers and authors are to stay connected on Instagram with @pw_arena for updates on future contests and opportunities within the vibrant writing community.

[profoundwriters202008]

First Meet

'Too bright,' was what he thought, when he came out from that dark room.

He didn't like living in that room. It was too small. There was no space to live or move freely, nor he could see anything. Even though, his daily requirements were fulfilled, yet he wanted to leave that darkness. He wanted to see the light. So, as soon as his vision was filled with light, he used his whole energy to come out from that dark room. He pushed, he forced, he kicked; he did everything he could to come out from there.

As the time moved, he could hear so many noises; some like screaming, some beeping sound, some words of comfort. And as if the God was at his side, he could also feel that someone was helping him to push himself. Assuming that the destination wasn't too far, he pushed, pushed and pushed using his whole energy.

Finally, finally he's out of that dark room. But, the out was not what he had expected. It was too big, there was so much noise, there was so much people. 'No, it is not how I expected it to be.' Everything was too much for him. So, he couldn't help himself and started screaming, throwing tantrums.

Suddenly, he felt himself moving. Now, after everything, he didn't want to get kidnapped. So, he opened his blurry eyes, and his dark brown orbs met two pairs of equally dark orbs.

Their gazes were so gentle, so warm. Suddenly he started feeling warm as well. So, he looked around. He was bundled and placed on the warm lap of a lady. The man there touched his cheek. He didn't like that and said no. But it came out as something else and they both started laughing. Now that was irritating. He wanted to throw another tantrum as well, insted he yawned. He was tired, alright? He had fought a lot today.

"Look, he is yawning." He looked up to see those two pairs of eyes again but they were now full of tears. He didn't like to see them crying. He lifted his hand to wipe their tears. But his hand was small and they were so tall. So, he slowly hit them saying not to cry. Those two people laughed again, planting a small kiss on his forehead.

Although, in that new place, he couldn't understand anything, but he felt comfortable, secure, happy. He felt content. 'Perhaps, I should stop worring and let these strangers take care of me,' he thought as he allowed his fatigue to take over and went into a deep slumber.

[profoundwriters202008]

My Seafarer

O love ! The sweetheart of mine,

You sail through deep sea,

Without you my soul is not with me,

Days seems ok but nights not fine.

At your sight, after six months my eyes shine,

In your absence 24*7 my heart longes to see thee,

I know staying apart, you too miss me.

But sometimes this distance is not fine.

Sailor o mine, please come soon,

The home is missing your voice,

Without you, even corners cries at night.

O Sailor mine, Please bring back my moon,

I know currently staying away is only choice.

But listen my mariner, for me being with you always is a beautiful sight.

- Priyanka

[profoundwriters202008]

Words that let you believe!

--------------------------------------------------------------

It's is simple and odd at the same moment, how someone can let you believe the stuff that never exists and trick your instance. The way any artiest portrait their feelings, sentiments, imagination, and soulful journey in the words is amazing.

The sympathetic vigor is understandable but maintaining this is tough.

Carving for needs and let them control is also an art.

You can sprinkle your vision into words is the best at all.

Server your zest of soulful recipes in the form of tales.

For stranger a simple hello give impact and for know precious passage can make them believe in you.

That's the ability of the word. You can alter sorrow, reversal intuition, modify opinion, boost positivity, give consequences to their life, and so on.

Endless prospects of words and an infinite lasso of bliss.

-Mitika