Colossal soul.


I am a colossal soul


Trapped into this small body

Where truth and pain resides together

Where bruises and beauty work together

I am a colossal soul,

Trapped into this little world

Of hate and hurt

Of vile and selfish people We trust.

I am a colossal soul into this unfathomable universe

Which neither holds me on

Nor set me free.

~repressed soul by Revti©

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Happy wednesday guys!!  

I would love know your views about this poem. 🙂 

Have a nice day !

21 years. 


Congratulate me for completing 21 years on earth. What more should i ask for? 

Yesterday that is, april 16th was my 21st birthday. The little me has now grownup. 

Why am i making it such a big thing, you all might be thinking. Everyone turns 20,21 and than 22 and so on. I know everyone does and i am no different from others, but i do feel differently about birthdays. Somehow with every passing year i feel glad that i am still alive .

I remember 3 years back, i was waiting for whole day , for him to meet me. For him to come and tell me that how lucky he feels that i was born and could make it to his life, tell me that how much my birthday matters to him. But what received was a call him saying, sorry i am busy i can’t make it today, maybe tomorrow?  I hung up the call without saying a word. I wasn’t shocked, or sad. Deep within I just knew it . I went home locked myself into room and sat , it was hurting but i couldn’t cry. I could never cry.  ”I waited the whole day, i didn’t pay attention towards my friends, i was waiting to see you just once, i was waiting for your touch, your voice wishing me a birthday and you looking at me, i was waiting you to take me out of fake friends take me somewhere where you and me could talk about us , but how did i forget that you were fake too, and yet i was all into you” i murmured to myself as if he was sitting in front of me. 
Years later , today i feel happy to have survived through all such situations maybe worse than this, but never did anyone realise what was i upto. And it’s okay, it’s really okay. 

My birthday for me is not just a day when i was born, every year this day teaches me to let go of something, every year this day gives alot but takes something too. And that what makes it all worth for me.

Isn’t this a  miserable life we get? 
Birthdays are lesser about birth 

And more about death

 ~repressed soul by revti ©

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Hola guys! Happy monday. Tell me your view about this post! 

The Arrogant me.


They, 

“Why don’t you talk much? Are you shy? Or don’t you like us?”

Me-“haha, no. I am just like that.”

“That’s not valid reason ” they say. 

Me-okay. 

They after i am gone, “omg she’s such a rude, and arrogant person”

People always say this, always. But they don’t know that, 

I am a quiet person normally, i do not talk much with people. And especially with new people, i stay at back foot while new making friendships. 

Everyone’s different. 

But people ask me stupid questions like are you afraid, shy? 

Am i afraid?
No.

Am i shy?

No.

I am too frank for people to accept my frank nature. My frankness is mistaken as my arrogance because we know, one of the hardest thing to accept is the thruth.  

I am possesive, possesive about myself. I have different shade. I am every quiet personality but I am hyperbolic, iam super active but i am super lazy too, i get extravangantly happy, and then exceedlingly sad, i am over excited, and then depressignly uninterested. I can be lousy and i can be splendid, i love like i will never love anyone else, you know i can’t hate, i don’t have that trait in me. I care , care in abudance and care even after someone slaps me . 

This is me. 

But obviously people don’t understand. So they consider that,

I am Cranky, cranky as hell. 

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Hello guys,i found this today, i wrote this 2 years back. Today i ain’t the same. If someone would slap i would either stay quiet and leave for letting the karma play it’s role or slap back (slapping back happens rarely) 

Ps: slapping here means hurting and not literally slapping. 

Have a nice day 🙂 

Thank you :)

We die  

When we stop  

To live.

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Hola guys, I wasn’t able to post much in last few months, but recently before a month or two i resumed my blog without any expectation of getting traffic. Few weeks went plain but i am i am getting a fair amount of traffic over my posts, this is making me very happy. All the people who are liking my posts and commenting on them, thank you so much for this little motivation, it means alot. 

Also, let me know if you have any suggestions for me or want me to post any poem (long or haiku) .

Have a nice day 🙂

Haikus

“Are you aware of 

how beautiful you look

when you smile? ”

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Hola guys! I have been writing few haiku’s lately and i am gonna post some of them in upcoming days, how ever loves to read stay tuned. 

Also, anybody else here with a love for haiku or poetry? If yes do let me know 🙂 

Have a nice day! 

Phenomenal women.

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. 

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size   

But when I start to tell them, 

They think I’m telling lies. 

I say, 

It’s in the reach of my arms, 

The span of my hips,   

The stride of my step,   

The curl of my lips.   

I’m a woman 

Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman,   

That’s me. 


I walk into a room 

Just as cool as you please,   

And to a man, 

The fellows stand or 

Fall down on their knees.   

Then they swarm around me, 

A hive of honey bees.   

I say, 

It’s the fire in my eyes,   

And the flash of my teeth,   

The swing in my waist,   

And the joy in my feet.   

I’m a woman 

Phenomenally. 


Phenomenal woman, 

That’s me. 


Men themselves have wondered   

What they see in me. 

They try so much 

But they can’t touch 

My inner mystery. 

When I try to show them,   

They say they still can’t see.   

I say, 

It’s in the arch of my back,   

The sun of my smile, 

The ride of my breasts, 

The grace of my style. 

I’m a woman 

Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman, 

That’s me. 


Now you understand 

Just why my head’s not bowed.   

I don’t shout or jump about 

Or have to talk real loud.   

When you see me passing, 

It ought to make you proud. 

I say, 

It’s in the click of my heels,   

The bend of my hair,   

the palm of my hand,   

The need for my care.   

’Cause I’m a woman 

Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman, 

That’s me.

~Maya Angelou.                                                                                 

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Maya angelou is one of the best poetess of english literature, she’s a gift. Many people won’t like her poems as they are based solely upon feminism. But i suggest, donot read her poems with assumptions. Read them with a blank mind, feel them. And you’d feel she’s talking to you through her words. 

Also, this poem ‘the phenomenal women’ is an expression of herself and all other women who are radically juged. 

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Ps: do tell me about your favorite poems and poets. Also if you have any poem i’d love to read them.

Have a nice day 🙂 

A dream within a dream.

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow —

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?  

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand —

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep — while I weep!

O God! Can I not grasp 

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?       

Is all that we see or seem.                 

But a dream within a dream?

-edgar allan poe.  

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 ‘A dream within a dream’ is yet another poem which makes me think twice about things. Also, edgar allan poe has written this poem so beautifully. It depicts an imaginary world where poet asks is our life a dream within dream? Impressive isn’t it? 🙂

Ps: tell me your views about this poem down in comment section. 🙂

National poetry month.

National poetry month  has begun, it is celebrated through april and majorly in U.S . Though i think it should be celebrated by all the people across the world who love and cherish the art of poetry.

Poetry has been a healer for me since i was child, i have found solace within reading and then writing poems. So this poetry month i have decided to read atleast one poem daily, maybe write too. 

Today’s read is my favorite poem,

Invictus by William Ernest Hemingway. 

Also, if you know some amazing poems do tell me down in comments section. I’d be pleased to read them 🙂

It needed a meaning.

A world without right or wrong was a world that did not want itself, anything other than itself, or anything not those two things, but that still wanted something. A world without right or wrong invited you over, complained about you, and gave you cookies. Don’t leave, it said, and gave you a vegan cookie. It avoided eye contact, but touched your knee sometimes. It was the world without right or wrong. It didn’t have any meaning, meaningless world. It just wanted a little meaning. 
-tao lin

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/meaningless/