Tag: #EXISTENTIALISM
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Inevitable Pain And A Blurred Vicinity
Pain is inevitable for a writer. Sometimes, it’s too ineffable to put it into words, but it is what it is. Were it not for the pain, I wouldn’t have been a writer. Pain ignites in me a plethora of scintillating, blistering emotions, enough to set the typewriter on fire, with my fingers moving faster…
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JUST RANDOM THOUGHTS NEEDED TO BE EXPRESSED
I see through the deep, dense brown eyes of the artist. They reveal to me some terrible reality that lies hidden, buried deep in human consciousness. Those eyes radiate waves of melancholy and grief, sadness piled up for so long. I see what they are trying to convey to me, they are trapped inside this…
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FORGOTTEN
You will be forgotten, however good or capable you are. Your images inside people’s minds will deteriorate slowly and gradually like winter vanishing from the earth, giving way to a toiled summer. Everything that you have ever done for anyone will steadily be sent into someone’s mind’s recycle bin. This is the bitter truth, and…
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FIVE SENSES: NOW EVAPORATING.
“Among my stillness was a pounding heart.” Shannon A. Thompson. The heart kept pounding until it didn’t. The pain inside kept swelling until it ate down the whole physicality of its host subject. The suffering kept rising through the surface in the form of water drops falling from my two retinas. The music flowing…
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A BLUE OCEAN NAMED MELANCHOLY
Sometimes, I feel like I am floating through this vast ocean called sadness, overdosed with pills of melancholy and desolation. I feel like the sharks inside the ocean are pulling me inward with their sharp teeth. I feel like giving up and end up just being their food, to end this suffering, but I don’t.…
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Beauty Of Loneliness
As I have grown older and older, I have tended to have a likeness for loneliness. On any given day, you leave me all alone, that will be the best day of my life. Sometimes, what I want is complete absence of human beings. Presence of human beings annoy me, they seem a burden to…
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THE WRITER INSIDE ME (NOW VANISHED):
Through those deep corners of my suppressed and concealed vocabulary, I tried to walk for the one last time, reconciling myself that this would be the last time I would be hanging around in my world of words. But as I started revisiting those labyrinths of unused and misspelled words, a sense of nostalgia hit…
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SWELLED UP ANGER, DECEASED OLD MAN AND THE DEFEATED ATHLETE
The man who was once a defeated athlete, is now bed-ridden, counting his days for the final defeat of his life, death. Seldom had he ever won a premiere championship in his sportsman career, gathering harsh criticism, rude comments and many more stuff that are way nastier than just hateful comments. As he is laying…
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CHAOS EXTENDING ITS DARK WINGS
I built an impermeable wall around me so that noone could penetrate through its intricacies and sheer complexities. That wall was specially founded to protect myself from all the negativity and toxicity of my surroundings. But something has happened lately. That wall is beginning to collapse into little fragments resembling broken bits of glass mushroomed…
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