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Sachin Bisht Poem
TOUCH :- to come in contact of someone/something
or feeling something against the skin.
How ordinary the word is,
How ordinary the definition is,
However, the sensation is not.
While pressing the skin against something/someone
that is as abstract as our own-
Somehow makes us feel safe,
As if we have everything we need to battle all the
insecurities we have grown.
At that moment,
Everything seems to vanish,
the only thing that remains for a quick moment is that
sense of safety,
It doesn't make any difference even when the
epidermis is blemish.
Sometimes it can be as ordinary as the definition
itself.
However, in times it can change the perception of
vulnerability,
"Touch" can make one feel 'home',
Nevertheless is horrific when transcend.
The sensation is poetic somehow.
Perhaps exceeds poetry in explaining the purpose.
I believe it's as expressive as words can never be,
Does it make all feel this way, or is it just me?"
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" As I inhale the air with the gentle pressure my lungs could create
When the path to my inner self it trace
When I stay still, standing
Staring at the leaves clapping themselves to the wind
Mesmerizing me,
Rustling it's way towards me, setting me ready for a emotional voyage
Halting its feet, With amazement this ticking crocodile observes me
With it's feet as still as I stand,
A pressure I feel on my fur
Which causes me to diminish into ashes
I prefer to be freezed,
Freeze for eternity.
By this mere encounter my essence appears to be seized,
I feel every bit of me, wanting to tear each bit of this host
To my surprise, this ticking crocodile still observing me by the eyes I can't find
Not getting bothered, I try to fly
Perhaps on sentiments I am high.
As it came, the eternal peace vanishes
Here, I stand wondering about the significance of this encounter I had.
Ironically, it is quite insignificant.
Waking me up,
Then again struggling to go along or
Perhaps fleeing from the grasp of this ticking monster."
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“How do I start?
How do I start, the story of the end?
It starts after you going away,
Leaving me astray,
Going through it all was a long haul.
But now I have arrived at the shore where I don’t feel anything no more,
I’ve travelled a long way from you
And from new possibilities too,
After you I never intended to be secluded
But after you I had no place to feel included.
It is bitter it is sweet, you are away but I am at least on my feet.
I have learned which I can’t share,
With you it was magical, it was sweet
But feeling it all again, I wouldn’t dare.
It’s true you’ll never be erased from my stories,
It’s true I wanted more of you,
It’s true I am left with nothing of you,
And it’s true you’ll always be there in my memories.
It’s not reminiscing that I am doing It’s my life without you that I am showing,
Since you have started appearing in my talks,
You have vanished from my thoughts.”
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Last night I saw you, In my dream,
You were standing there
Looking at me, with a smile so serene.
The impression of you was vague,
Darker was your hair
Wider was your smile
In your eyes, there was so much of glare.
By your image, I was mesmerized
I walked towards you,
I ran to catch you
But from the grip of the dark, I couldn't get through,
I was being occupied by the darkness all around,
Noo one was in that dark snow
But you, me and the dark scary background,
It never dawned upon me, to let that idea of you go.
I was feeding myself with idiosyncratic ideas of you,
Even though your impression faded a while ago
Perhaps, I got used to running after you
Sometimes loosing my patience,
Sometimes going slow.
There is no way this spell could be broken,
I was in a trap.
Then on my shoulder, I felt a pat.
And from this beautifully dark dream, I got out.
With my blurred vision, I looked around
But you were nowhere to be found.
With a sigh, not sure I was disappointed
Or in a relief, your idea was now far behind,
Even so abstract images of you are on my mind.
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The breath I took gave me relief
Because you were there in the air.
As soon as I took your grip,
Wanting to cherish every bit of you,
I started with your lip.
When my lips touched yours,
There was nothing else I could ask for.
I wanted to feel all of you.
I wanted to absorb all of you into me.
I wanted all our particles to intertwine.
It was an epiphany; I was yours, and you were all mine.
There was nothing I could see but you.
There was nothing I could feel but relief.
With you still loving my lips, the slower I inhaled,
The more your insecurities you unveiled.
The burn I felt in my chest—
It didn't feel like an injury.
From all insignificant matters,
It gave me rest.
I wanted it to last forever.
I wanted it to never end.
I wanted to keep holding you.
But with the blink of an eye, you were gone with the wind,
Mixed with that thick white hue.
From feeling your lips with utmost adoration
To not being able to stand you,
We have grown apart.
From intertwining our fingers
To denying each other's existence,
We have fallen apart.
Exhaling all the bittersweet affection,
I don't want you anymore—there is no doubt.
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"mOnce I sat down
With all my frustrations,
With the desperation to murder each inhibition living
nowhere but within me,
It would have been nice if I had a knife
However, weapons weren't lethal enough to put the
inhibitions down.
Sitting there, wanting to cause harm to these demons,
My eyes fell on a thin white sheet of plant fibre,
Along with it was a innocuous object, that’s what I
thought.
Picking these objects with no expectations at all, I
poured all of myself into the sheet through this object
of different shades,
To my surprise, it frightened all the demons or
probably tranquilized them.
That was the time I sat, With all my frustrations
And Found something to control them with,
to frighten them with.
I guess I had a shield now.
Again, I am sitting, With some of my frustrations.
With the desperation to murder the rest of inhibitions,
Perhaps I enjoyed slaughtering these demons with
something so ordinary,
But I wonder if I have over-exploited the only guard I
had.
Or my womb of ideas has gotten barren.
Now, I am as clueless as before. Did it change
anything at all?
I wonder and I wonder and I wonder."
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"Once upon a time
There was a white blank page
Which could take you to places,
It took me where everything was to rhyme.
I was wandering-wondering,
contemplating-containing.
As I entered this dream
I was hesitant at first, In a moment
Which was swept away by a gust,
I could see a river that was flowing
And looked so serene.
All around everything was so bright
It was indeed a beautiful sight.
It's all a blur now, I wonder how?
As soon as the fog faded
It was no more bright.
Once upon a time
There was a white blank page
Which could take you to places,
It took me where everything was to rhyme.
I was in a gloomy space, It was different
But a familiar place.
There were threads laying all around,
I pulled one.
It was a pretty memory which I found,
Something was keeping me from going too close
It was my own shadow I suppose.
This was a mystic endless place
Which I found to seek solace.
I sensed some animosity in the air,
Why was it, I had no clue.
I realized, my ego was there too.
Everything started making sense out of the blue,
I was the one making it all happen,
I was the one who started it
Now following the same pattern.
Once upon a time
There was a white blank page
Which could take you to places,
It took me where everything was to rhyme.
The white page was filled with scribbles now,
I wondered how?
Retrospection of it was in vain,
I tried, I've always tried
But every time it gives rise to a new chain,
Bringing it all back, which is all the same.
It's fascinating how vivid it all seem,
if looking back at it, it was nothing but a dream.
Once upon a time
There was a white blank page
Which could take you to places,
It took me where everything was to rhyme.
Staring at that piece of paper,
Oblivious to the places it can take.
Oblivious to the places I travelled.
There was no memory of where I was,
there is no clue where I had just travelled.
The fate of this paper is to crumble,
Just so I return with something
To mumble."
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Do I know you?
Is the question I've been asking this old soul
Tracing some path aimlessly with no goal
Who are you?
Is the question that should have an answer
However, The wit is sometimes bewildering ending up
with disbelief
Causes rise of inhibition underneath which has no
relief
Has risen so much, making it hard to breath
There is some cognizance of the scenario which
however has gone in vain
This character is fragile which was to conceal
Because there was no point for it to reveal
Going on and on aimlessly with no goal.
Discovering paths paved by others for me
Making it hard – who to be?
It took almost everything to be molded in a fine pot
But the ordeal scratched it without giving any second
thought
There is some perpetual blackness
Which was supposedly complemented by whites
For yin and yang to exist, a fallacy, nevertheless.
Hoped virtue to prevail the inhibition
But who knew
Who knew it'd defile my ambition?
Looking for a shelter to hide all the emotion
Wondering how to put it all in a box
Going on and on aimlessly with no goal
Finally, reaching a door with exhaustion
With the urge to embrace this old soul
Finding this self-esteem starts with a frown.
And yet again going on and on aimlessly with no goal.
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