On holding on to faith

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Did you ever feel the abject damnation of your scared mind?
It is merciless.

The darkening day always on the heel
the chills care for nothing but agony
As they puppeteer newly naked trees
in the cruel nights that howl and sing
haunted tales to steal the strength,
Seduced ears listening to the tempest
of heart thumping wild through the chest
within and without, doubt yonder lengths
searching for the sun and its old promises.

Where lies the kiss of your yellow light
The hug of countless leaves
Will the sun escape from the cloudy veneer? …


Or, Have we lost faith in people irreversibly?

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I need to borrow your phone,’ the lady said plainly after walking up to us.

‘What?’ I said.

‘Need to borrow your phone,’ she said again in the same manner, not even bothering to make an eye contact now, as if she owned the phone and had given it to me for safekeeping.

‘Alright,’ I said and gave it to her. She took it easily and grabbed a note from her purse and started dialing a number. She looked well dressed and well-groomed and I had seen her buying groceries earlier at…


Because this year will be your best!

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Nothing like the last year where problems snowballed and each day was the same or even worse; like a step further to the center of a maze. This maze that you are in right now. Not this year. No, you are wiser now and strong willed and twenty-one.

Lately, things have been hot and humid and then sad and clear and with a fantastic pleasure of the pain that grips you. Like it gripped you in the silent street at the dark of the night. And the following night, and every night for a full week. And during the middle…


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It was desperation, not hunger, that prompted us to grab the chairs when we entered. The table was barely big enough for the five of us. But we settled. We had to. Though the restaurant was dark, small, and red, and its fragrance unfamiliar: It always is when you step inside any new restaurant. The narrow black tables shined brightly beneath the spherical lamp shades hung at the ceiling. Yes, we sat all the same.

On the stout chairs, on its thick layer of red cushion, which made it anything but comfortable. It smelled of new furniture freshly torn out…


‘… A gentle touch and lo, my woes,
how helpless heart is desolate
It was the truth, not sinking lies
That struck the chords of tragedy
I’m stuck in me; an endless apathy
Bereft of all, but unsung words of poetry…’

Dear Sentimentalists :)
Hiten here!

Recently we published The Emotional Cost of Lies. So, without further ado, I welcome you to finish reading the poem below:

https://medium.com/the-emotional-bubble/the-emotional-cost-of-lies-3ca5a87f4a89


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The Accuser

‘Shivering winds shoved from the sea
And sky was the color of ebony
When whispered words came swallowing me;
Of you, my love, and your sweetened lies
Like a woven web, which captivates
A gentle touch and lo, my woes,
how helpless heart is desolate
It was the truth, not sinking lies
That struck the chords of tragedy
I’m stuck in me; an endless apathy
Bereft of all, but unsung words of poetry.’

The Liar

‘With seagulls screaming by the sea And thunder loud of the mighty clouds My feelings echoed (unheard) of agony But make no mistake; I owe you no…


“…Lend me the sky
for imagination:
To worship her smile
that soothes my eyes,
Bless me with breeze
of her fragrance:
Crumble my legs
with a sensuous whiff…”

Dear Sentimentalists :)
Hiten here!

Recently we published In Her Arms. Without further ado, I welcome you to finish reading the poem below:
https://medium.com/the-emotional-bubble/in-her-arms-a683769483c0

Hiten

Soliloquizing. Poetry | Prose | Researcher

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