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A Boundless Reality

A liminal space, 
A boundless reality, 
A limitless thought, 
A never ending chain, 
That leads to the events that affects the lives of millions, 
A thread, 
Whose continuity could alter, 
Problems and solutions, 
A feeling, 
Which spreads its wings, 
Across and through the hearts, 
Of everyone in this god forsaken world, 
A purpose that is bestowed upon, 
In order to carry it ahead, 
Up until heaven, 
A vibe, 
Not just connecting hearts as such, 
But souls within, 
Reconnecting it to the never ending, 
And marvellous yet wasteful reality. 
Mind can be a limitless space, 
Yet with limitless limits, 
Whose understanding has limitless outcomes, 
Accompanied by limitless limits, 
And although, all of the above may seem bs, 
There is something that connects each and every person, animal or thing on this planet with each other, 
And it is an emotion that one should feel, 
Or rather express, 
Cause sometimes possessing feelings, 
Isn't the approach of connecting to a rather foundational level, 
Which may seem unnecessary, 
But is unknowingly requisite. 
Also, although this may seem like an elegy, 
Though you could call it an eulogy, 
For that space, 
That reality, 
That thought, 
That chain, 
That thread, 
That feeling, 
And that vibe is dying, 
And it needs a saviour, 
Although there doesn't have to be, 
A cape, 
A mask, 
Or a secret identity, 
All it needs is a sense of faith and reality, 
Cause they say, 
Anyone can be a hero, 
And no one is destined to be one, 
But isn't that just the point altogether?
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~Hrishikesh

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Life and Death: Nature's Control On Everything

Have you ever roamed a land, 
One that was decimated by a storm, 
Where once people lived and lives prospered, 
One where happiness was part of the daily norm, 

A storm, a natural phenomenon,  
That appears out of nowhere and kills it all, 
The smiles, the happiness, the joy, 
Everything thrown heads first onto a brick wall, 

Left in pieces of dust,  
Death and destruction everywhere, 
Dreams savaged, houses ravaged, 
Lives left in despair, 

Something no one could ever control,  
Something no one could even begin to understand, 
The great phenomenon called nature, 
The one that destroyed the sandcastles in the sand, 

If as a privileged person, you ever get a chance, 
To visit such a destructed land, 
Please do your part as a human, 
And extend a helping hand, 

In a storm, actual deaths might not accompany, 
But lives are lost, 
Entire life’s work, standing on decimated grounds, 
A storm maneuvering with it a gigantic cost, 

One with a heart and soul, 
Cannot stand the look in people’s eyes, 
The ones sitting outside their destroyed homes, 
The feeling being just too hard to recognize, 

Families in dismay, 
Trying to comprehend the reality, 
An emotion so sad 
It breaks the singularity, 

Though in the end, as an eloquent writer,  
What truly grinds my gears, 
Channels use them for headlines, 
Whilst silently subduing their tears.
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~Hrishikesh

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At Eternity's Gate

Standing at eternity's gate, 
I wonder about everything I've accomplished, 
Everything I spent my life for, 
Everything I contributed my sweat for, 
But when these things flashed before my eyes, 
My life, 
There was no animosity, 
There were no laurels, 
There were no trophies, 
There were no medals, 
But instead, 
There were my peers, 
Winning over my greatest fears, 
I saw my friends, 
The ones that stood by me until the end, 
There were the people I love and care for, 
The ones I truly love and adore, 
Watching my life flash before my eyes, 
Made me realize, 
There's more to life, 
Than just getting recognition in public, 
You need to raise yourself in your own eyes, 
Not caring about the rest, 
But trying to make best out of waste, 
Standing at eternity's gate, 
I took a vow, 
Never to settle for less, 
Or bargain for more, 
But enjoy and cherish whatever you have, 
And live your life with L'Amour
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~Hrishikesh

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A Wake-Up Call To Reality

As I wander the desolate paths of my hometown, 
A storm of thoughts hits my mind, 
The empty roads, and the empty houses, 
Felt unusual, with some story behind, 

I walked through my neighbourhood, 
No one was to be found, 
The air, the scent of the area, 
Felt like a wandering blood hound, 

With the shops closed, and streets empty, 
I woke up to reality, 
Not to misunderstand, not a dream, 
But a wake-up call to sanity, 

All we keep on repeating is, 
We are surrounded by death, 
But in that thought and that emotion, 
We forget to live, and to catch that life-saving breath, 

The earth is a fragile place,  
And so are the people it provides for, 
But that fragility is what makes us strong, 
Gives a purpose to live for, 

Every now and then,  
We all have walked on that desolate blood bath, 
Questioning our reality, or blaming it on god, 
But never for a second grasping the reason for this wrath, 

For some people,  
These nightmares are in different forms, 
Sensing their fears and trepidations, 
Evolving to the lifestyle they conform. 

There’s nothing much that can be done, 
When it comes to waking up to a sweet reality, 
All that can be done with a strong motive,  
Is being your own wake-up call to sanity.
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~Hrishikesh

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A Travel To a Far-Fetched World

Listening to relaxing Celtic music, 
I travelled to another world, 
A whole new region, 
A place where there's no violence, 
But just peace, 
A place where humans and animals reside together, 
Those notes, that tune, that melody, 
Was just to soulful, 
It brought me to tears, 
And made me wonder, 
How would the world be, 
With no violence whatsoever, 
How would it be, 
To live with no animosity, 
And sleep every night, 
With nothing but happy thoughts, 
Although it stretches the strings of imagination a bit too far, 
As a person whose life force is his imagination, 
I would love to be in that land, 
This music transformers what we are, 
This music makes us remind what we are capable of, 
And who we are, 
This music makes us reminisce, and just tells us to relax, 
Without any words, 
It speaks a lot, 
Much more than any sentence could make you truly feel something, 
It says, 
Composing a verse doesn't have to be, and never should be a forced one, 
Just write what you feel, think about it, and the words will flow themselves, 
Forming a majestic and elegant verse, 
It'll be like an overflowing river, 
Beautiful in its own way, 
The words will form such a chain, a thought, an emotion, 
That can't not make one feel good about themselves
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~Hrishikesh

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Missing You

And there you were, 
Standing right before me, 
You didn't see me, 
But I did.  
I fell. I fell in love.  

You were busy with your friends, 
Having a good time, 
Laughing, giggling, 
Cherishing every fleeting moment, 
You kept walking towards me, 
And all I did, 
Was stand still.  

I tried, but couldn't move even a muscle.  
I kept staring at you, mesmerized, 
At the beauty that was you, 
I was lost, 

Somewhere deep inside my own riled up emotions, 
I was gone, 
To some place I had never been, 
I was stuck in time, 

And wanted you,  
This moment,  
To stay the way it was, 
Forever.  

You walked past me, 
But didn't notice that one guy, 

Who had completely lost himself in your smile, 
Who had forgotten who he was in your flying hair, 
Who had died, and reborn as a lover, 

A person who didn't care about the world, 
But just wanted you there.  

Nothing more. Just you. And you.  

So, I decided, 
I won't give up, 
I won't let my love die this time, 
Not again, 

I can't face the agony and hurt again, 
I just can't.  
I gathered the courage, 
And tapped your shoulder.  

You looked back at me, confused.  

You weren't there.  

You never were.  

I had truly lost love.  

It's been a year, but 
It seems I haven't recovered from that. 
A complete stranger, 
Who resembled you, 

But not you,  
Was staring at me, 
And I broke down.  
I couldn't control this storm of emotions, bursting out of me, 
I couldn't.  

I had lost the love of my life.  

I kept weeping uncontrollably, and just fell on the floor, depressed.  
I cried my heart out,  
Just your memory made me this miserable.  
I want you back, 

But I can't. No matter how much I cry now.  

I have lost the love of my life
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~Hrishikesh

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A Walk In the Rain

I went for a walk in the drizzling rain, 
Remembering all the adversities and the pain, 
That I had suffered for all this time, 
Trying to maintain my sanity just felt like a crime, 
I had pushed myself too far, 
All the feelings I had were just bitter and sour, 
I just couldn't take it anymore, 
I was hurt, torn down and all I wore, 
Was a fake smile and a forced laughter, 
Everything felt fake, me the slave, my time the master, 
Although as I walked around, 
Something hit me, so profound, 
The rain made a beautiful noise, 
Realizing indirectly everything has a voice, 
Let the feel be good or bad, 
Listening to the drizzle surely made me less sad. 
Taking a step back it made me realize, 
Thinking about it, I wiped my wet eyes, 
That every man is broken and torn apart, 
Without him understanding that's just the start, 
He doesn't realize the breakdown just makes him stronger, 
It makes work harder and last longer, 
You cannot stop or even think about quitting, 
Try to break your records, even if you end up breaking yourself, 
Instead of sitting on the couch, reminiscing.
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~Hrishikesh

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You are my apricity

You are my apricity

The people we meet,
The things we love,
Some out of shape,
Some fit like a glove,

Exploring nonchalantly,
We meet the one,
Just their smile radiates,
Warmth like the sun,

We get the butterflies,
And know we’re in trouble,
But you’ve been through this so you know,
Someday life will burst this bubble,

But it never does,
Cause this time the universe has other plans,
You look into their eyes, and realize,
You’re going to get that slow dance,

To hold someone close,
Without any hurt or fear,
Hearts in sync, reality blinks,
But the future remains clear,

 
You’re happy, fulfilled,
And this time you radiate hope,
Still cautious, feeling nauseous,
Cause hope’s a slippery slope,

You get second thoughts,
And flashbacks strike your heart,
“No please, not this time,
I can’t go back to the start!”

So you fight it,
This time with a purpose,
You seek the warmth, and the love you deserve,
This time, without feeling nervous,

You hope, you express,
And it finally works out,
This time you know how you feel,
Without a shadow of doubt,

So you smile, tears rolling down,
Holding hands, you feel this surge of electricity,
You realize, then you summarize,
“You are my apricity”
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~Hrishikesh

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Therapy

Somehow my deepest desire,
Is just a walk in the rain,
A break from the monotonous routine,
What has made life so mundane,

Company not a necessity,
Being alone is no longer foreign,
Yesterday history, tomorrow mystery,
Yet present in itself feels jarring,

Persistent bickering,
A constant hunger for a way out,
Happiness surrounding me,
Yet sorrow engulfs like a drought,

Birds chirping,
And the clouds start to clear,
Yet this openness feels more closed,
And darkness is what feels near,

Staying up till 4,
Unhealthy, well aware,
Yet the shrill silence is what I yearn,
A personified sort of prayer,

Embracing the rain,
And under a flickering light I stand,
My purpose, with a constant burn,
Are the answers I demand,

Empty streets,
The seeds of loneliness are sown,
Hearing the rain hit the ground,
Is a therapy of its own,

Wanting to be set free,
Ending up getting wound up even more,
Walk on the Mayfair galore,
Wondering what the universe has in store,

Yet we keep moving,
Rushing to the next after one closed door,
One step at a time,
The entire situation we tend to ignore,

Facing one bull after the other,
We become our own matador,
Fight one round at a time,
Work all the way to the core,

A cynically provoking thought,
Is what this was all about,
A bleating yet covert sound of hope,
What you do with it, that is paramount.
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~Hrishikesh