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Here I weave words with emotions and wittiness for creating a mirage of my paradise

Chocolate – Chocoholic delight!!!

(A poem on chocolate by a Chocoholic)



Oh, chocolate, a delectable and heavenly delight,
An exquisite pleasure, a sensation that’s just right.
A treasure to relish, a beauty to admire,
An ecstatic indulgence, a narrative to inspire.

From the cocoa beans to the delightful melt,
A voyage of tastes, an exploration deeply felt.
With every bite, a burst of pure delight,
An immersive encounter, impossible to slight.

Whether it’s dark, milk, or white, a wide array,
A palette of richness, smoothness on display.
From truffles to bars, an extensive range,
A chocolate world, beyond any exchange.

Oh, chocolate, how you gratify our senses,
A source of comfort, relieving life’s stresses.
A mood enhancer, a wellspring of glee,
A blissful confection, setting our spirits free.

In cakes and pastries, your distinctive touch,
A decadent topping, a creamy clutch.
In cookies and brownies, a sweet delight,
A lingering flavor, an endless invite.

In hot cocoa or milkshakes, a warming embrace,
A velvety sip, a cozy solace to grace.
In fondue or ganache, a dipping affair,
A shared delight, free from any despair.

Oh, chocolate, you’ve captured our affection,
A cherished indulgence, a divine connection.
In every form, a creation of utmost finesse,
A love affair, an exquisite caress.

So let us relish the essence of your chocolaty taste,
A moment of pure presence, no time to waste.
With each delectable bite, a rendezvous with delight,
A sweet addiction, perfectly aligning day and night.


I have been munching on chocolates left right and centre this week . And then , this poem was born ; Chocolates have always helped me to make my mood Better. The mere mention of it makes my mouth water .The smooth velvety texture is a bundle of joy and a taste of pure happiness. Now , after this write-up,I am craving chocolates again !!!

Do you guys like chocolate tooo??? Has this poem taken you into a nostalgic trip ?? Do comment 👇

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Testimony


In the kingdoms of life’s endless dance,
Where blessings glint at every chance,
Let me craft a poem, abridged and true,
To hymn of benefits that grace me and you.

Oh, benefits, you implausible light,
Superintending us through the murky night.
Like a mellow drizzle on withered Gaia’s embrace,
Ailmenting our hearts with copious grace.

First, health and vigour, a treasure untold,
A vibrant body, an essence bold.
From head to toe, vitality glow,
A priceless gift, we forget to cherish and know.

Then, knowledge’s gift, an unending well,
Opening minds, like an astonishing spell.
In books and teachings, wisdom resides,
Debuting new worlds, where insight abides.

Financial gain, an accessory so grand,
A shield against life’s shifting sand.
With ample means, dreams take flight,
And burdens are eased with sheer delight.

Love’s tender touch, a blessing supreme,
A radiant flame, a blissful dream.
Through friendship’s bond or romantic embrace,
Love intertwines hearts with lasting grace.

And peace, sweet peace, a tranquil balm,
Calming storms, restoring calm.
In troubled times, its solace we seek,
A sanctuary where weary souls can speak.

But let us not forget empathy’s might,
A benefit that ignites our inner light.
To understand and share another’s pain,
Fostering unity, breaking every chain.

These benefits, dear friends, are so divine,
In every facet of life, they intertwine.
Let us embrace them with grateful hearts,
And in their beauty, may our lives take part.

For in counting blessings, we find our worth,
In cherishing gifts, we renew our birth.
So let us celebrate these benefits bestowed,
And live a life with abundance and ode.


Hey hey hey, I know I have been m.i.a. But I haven’t fully settled in my place yet! But I will get back to writing as soon as I can !! On a completely different side note; we hit 500 subscribers !!! I am so grateful to each one of you !!! Keep showing me lots of love. Means the world to me (I want to say a lot of things but I will stop because if I do I won’t stop. What matters is, you guys have my heart.

This poem is very special to me because there was a time when I realised that even if everything around me is screwed up, I still had things for which I had to be grateful. It acted as a light for me and gave me the strength to wake up the next day. Sometimes, we need that, that tiny glimmer of hope, so today I give this to you.

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Sending lots of love, hugs and positivity,. Poestory porium.❤️

“Actions”


In the domain of life’s exalted dreams, where aspirations take flight,
Actions emanate, splashing shades both ruinous and bright.
They speak louder than words, weaving stories untold.
Mighty soldiers, moldable destinies, courageous and bold.

With that effort, the labourer finds his way.
Building Rome, brick by brick, day by day
Each stroke is a sacrament of perseverance’s might.
Transforming perceptions into realities, shining bright

Through actions, artists dance with a dreamy embrace.
Fashioning masterpieces and breathing life into space.
A brush’s stroke, a poet’s verse, melodies that soar,
In each formulation, a sighting of the conscience’s deepest core

A helping hand was extended, a blessing bestowed,
Actions of empathy are the seeds of humanity they sow.
Mending trauma, patching hearts, tranquillizing faith,
These kinetics configure a universe where hope finds its phantom.

But actions, like a double-edged sword, can sway
Their cause and effect are beyond words.
In flashes of anger, decisions made in haste,
Can leave aisles of regret in their vindictive chase.

In words unspoken, in deeds left undone,
Lies the substance of inaction; probabilities are gone.
For time waits for no one; it tick-tocks ceaselessly.
Moments slip through fingers like sand from the sea.

So let us pace with purpose, guided by light.
Let sublime actions be our compass, shining bright.
For in this colossal tapestry of life’s design,
Our actions engrave the legacy we leave behind.

May our evolution be galvanised by compassion’s grace.
May our actions embolden us in every time and space.
For, in the end, it’s through actions that we define,
The essence of our being, our purpose, our sign.


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Beware

Beware
Of the sun, we must beware
When we are gliding through the air.
Though truly happy,we must beware
For happiness can also scar
Maybe the trick is to be taken by surprise
And lady be wise, 
The way to make you do that final sacrifice
The dream is real for those who dare,
Before we even know it’s there,
There are shadows all around me, telling me to beware
Agitating, craving words
betraying me to the dark
Prisoner of my own fear
Representatives and foul play getting the rear
Sorrow ,grief and despair
They’re choking my air
Yet raise the sights, the city lights are calling
We’re ready tonight, the time is right, There’s nitro in the air
In the street is where we’ll meet,
we’re warming On the beat,
we won’t retreat, beware!!!


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Rear view

Rear view :
Months passed , the loss persists,
Writing helped , but the pain still exists,
Deeply sceptical about love and wrath,
But I’d promised to never lose faith.

Moving in is mutual , I wish moving on was too,
Sleep is easy after a pill or two,
Waking up with that fake smile is constant,
None of which would have happened,if you weren’t so distant.

The sweeping fierceness which my soul betrayed,
The skill with which wielded the keen blade;
The bright world dim, and everything beside
Seemed like the fleeting image of a shade.
Which no thought of living spirit could abide.

I breathe but it’s not air ,
Something else in the wind,
Calm and empty, a rush of silence,
Yet plenty and whole, a vacuum of stillness,
I seem to have been paused
somewhere along the way.

Now it’s time to resume,
Heading towards the start of the play,
No drum rolls, no intros,
Just a smooth shift of state
In, then, out of time,
A second, maybe less ,
Growth, taking up an instant,
Change, stealing away each moment,
Set to sail on the turbulent waves,
Whose effects are none to
the eyes that witness,
To the ears that listen and
to the hands that touch…

Wishing that maybe
Maybe my soul was carried away,
out into the openness,
Beyond the horizon,
Across the marvels of the universe ,
Perhaps even closer to home,
Maybe there’s a world bigger than the world,
A world that never talks,
A world that never betrays.


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Journey


Don’t take it serious; life’s so mysterious.
With aid indifferent and imperious,
Leading to a stroke of mad poetic thoughts to make it confute and curious,
We keep it to ourselves, with nobody else around to make us delirious,
From being confused ,or just being vicious.
Reality an antonym of being luxurious.

Years of learning, still never got it right from the start,
Incurious to the criteria which set that apart
All the little efforts were never too serious
Was termed delirium and oblivious.
On the mic of life, leave that to the experienced they say
Yet dreams reality and illusions just being a gateway
Scars and broken wings were never a full stop,
In the book of life to stand at the top.
The remedy always being the experience
That being the dangerous liaison
For ages a bane or a boon lays upon.

Let the Summer in eyes not turn to winter
Partake as it all transforms to stone.
And let the wounds be a bygone .
As mortal as dreams of our own.


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Goodbye, my crush

Dear crush,
I have some words to weave,
So that I can let you finally leave,
We met as mutuals,
We clicked instantly, the timing a bit unusual,
We texted long convos nothing like my usual,
I wish I could just put everything back to neutral.
Emotions, feelings I tried to make it hush,
Yet it seemed something that I couldn’t brush,
And then you become my internet crush.
Weirdly enough making me all time blush,
And  you made me feel all the romantic  rush.
You made me feel comfortable in my skin,
Acquaintance or friend, I didn’t know where to sink in,
I wanted it to be something more,
You were something that I have never had before.
I pretended to be unbothered but I was scared,
Because it was all new and I was unprepared.
You were the scintilla And your eyes bought me that,
It used to lighten up my darkest nights,
A glimpse of a text, I glimmer,
Used to help me shine even brighter,
Battling my insecurities and the dark thoughts I was in,
Yet you were never mine to begin.
I was my free annoying sarcastic self with you,
You were everything wonderful, perfect, and true.
Our conversations kept me alive and shining,
Till you found me annoying.
I never intended that but it came to that point,
From your viewpoint, I was a disappoint.
I finally moved away from the city,
I wish there was no nitty gritty,
Yet we were somewhere in touch,
Months passed and everything in me screamed
I wasn’t good enough
Maybe withholding from making a move
But for you, I wanted to make an improve
We talked., I wanted to know you so much more
That I stayed for you to open up
I patiently waiting for your nothing to turn into my sup
I knew it was difficult, you had your issues
But I was always ready with my tissues
But somewhere in the weird what-if scenarios
I knew I could do that, highly optimistic
But boy was I wrong, I wasn’t realistic
You were closed off and shut me off
Yet I tried harder to break through your shell
Though I knew in you somewhere I fell.
Then I moved back to the city,
And you asked us to meet,
I was happy and cynical and giddy.
It never happened ,I was devastated..
Everything got complicated ,yet I waited,
But I consoled myself telling it was okay,
Maybe someday?
Until there wouldn’t be, as I lashed out on you,
You called me annoying and finally, I broke down.
Days later I apologized yet I knew something in us was broken.
We were never going back to being friends,
I knew this is exactly where it ends.
Days later I realized, did I know you at all??
Maybe I didn’t, I just indulged myself in too many scenarios..
I thought I knew you.
I knew a tiny part of you, which I m grateful,
But today I m heartbroken.
I m away from the city, conversations playing in my head,
Waiting for this moment to never come,
My breathing is heavy and broken,
As I write this ,as my grief speaks in poetry unspoken,
But I m kissing my memories with teary-eyed
I have too many words to tell yet I am all numb and heartbroken
As goodbyes I know can never be outspoken or forespoken.
Yet not letting you go
But I know I have to let you go
So this is the letter i weave,
Because I m not the princess in your story.
I walked in your path and had my world collide,
I m glad I did because it’s a labyrinth.
Even if right now, my sorrow is significant,
Bearing it makes me crushed and mystified,
But I don’t want all this to be Trapped inside,
Because in this process I found me,
The writer and character, the setting, and the plot
But I will nevertheless miss you
You were my story to weave
Hence I take my leave……

(Ps All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental)

Thanku for reading till the end , lots of love!!!!!


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Dear uncertainty

Dear uncertainty ,
Strange things can happen when faced with adversity
At this stage , i am looking at you with all urgency,
I wish a superman could have saved that aeroplane,
But thanks to you , it’s forever etched in my memory lane,
The rain god’s took out all their bash
And we took the crash,
And everything happened in such a flash
With 2020 I should have known and expected,
But you my friend , does nothing as I suspected,
And now I have accepted
Us against the universe, and human made disasters,
Covid , Flood , landslides and now a airplane crash ,

Yet i hoped for a tiny bit of Magic,
To change this whole dynamic,
And i as I look around and here I was reconnected,
For Humanity was being resurrected
Yes ,Death and these disasters leave an unbearable pain,
But we fight this together again with no complain
And this my friend is something insane
I know you will come again,
But we will sustain and remain
With lots of love and hugs to you my friend , uncertainty
Thanku for restoring my faith in humanity..

Hate comments


Growing up, I have always been in the spotlight, with competitions and my writing. Envy felt like a part of my life, and I got used to it. Nothing could break me. Perks of growing up in an Indian household with aunties and relatives being on your back the whole time!
But yesterday and today, I received tons of messages as comments, and trust me when I say this: hate isn’t the word I would use for that. I held onto it with a grain of salt and ignored it, more so because in the social media era, it’s common, but there was a feeling inside me that I couldn’t pinpoint, a feeling that it was someone I knew.
That would be devastating even for me.
I went into “gossip girl” mode with my friends, and they kept telling me I was overthinking as usual. Then another series of comments followed, calling me a slut, and a whore, and using all the slurs in the English dictionary, to bringing up my descendants, my parents, and even comments on my dating life, which is non-existent by the way!
Every time I put those comments in spam, I was this close to losing my mind. I wanted to reach out to that person to ask if he or she was okay. Creating a fake email with my username and then commenting on my posts felt more like personal vengeance to me, or he is utterly jobless.
But I didn’t reply or respond because I felt like it wasn’t worth it.
Yes , I know I have another set of amazing readers and friends whose empathetic voices I can hear inside my head screaming at me to ignore that person.
But I can’t, because it does affect you. I am not a brick, I have feelings too; I feel a lot, and this made me question a lot of things: should I have started this blog; was my poetry better hidden from the world; did I hurt someone so much that he was ready to go to this extent?
Am I a good person, or is my poetry sheer luck, as he calls it?
This feels like chaos, but all those thoughts came rushing into my mind when I read that.
Now, I know what most of you guys are thinking: she has unresolved insecurities. I don’t, because I am in a very good space.
But when I read a series of 15–20 essay comments by one person, all those insecurities that I had dealt with and had locked inside some deep chamber of my brain came back.
Am I ranting? Did it affect me? yes
Short and simple.
Because it straight up felt like bullying and pushing me into a corner, knowing exactly what buttons to push to trigger me.
and that makes me wonder. it’s a person who knows me or a sadist internet troll.
maybe that part hurt more, if it was a nameless troll hiding behind a computer screen saying my poetry sucks, I wouldn’t be so affected.

How did he know which buttons to push? So, I was adamant it was someone I knew.
So here I was going through my friends list to figure out who the person was. I went through all the scenarios, and I couldn’t find that person.
Would I like to know who it is? no,
because no matter who the person is—even if it’s a troll—he got me engagement and views.
for that, I am grateful.
and after a lot of unpaid therapy sessions with my friends, I figured it wasn’t someone I know.
because no one I know would go to this extent.

A troll who went through all my poems and writings, seeking inspiration from his life and wrote long paras for me , its romantic !!!

I am intrigued!!! Honestly in some fucked up universe, I would have even admired that person…Just kidding!!
and I had to remind myself that I am worth a lot of things and that my poetry is an expression of my imagination. maybe it’s sheer luck, but I am glad I have that luck and some amazing people who made me the person that I am today.
Why am I ranting like this? because it made me feel a lot of things, anxiety and dread are two of them.
Why am I posting it?
I don’t know, honestly; I can give the textbook answer that I want people to be sympathetic and have better things to do.
and I am sorry that you decided to vent all your anger on my page with some very , brutal wild and vulgar messages.
but thank you for the engagement.
you are my well-wisher!

This topic ends here , because I am not letting a nameless Internet troll who is probably drunk , keeps thinking about me to live in my head rent-free !!! I knew I had to write it out to let it all out !!;

I also found some very important learnings from this encounter , you need good people around you or its very easy to go down the spiral of insecurities and self hate .

And things affect people more in ways that people can’t imagine.It’s important to have criticism, but there’s a very big difference between criticism and hatred.
(yes, please shower me with healthy criticism; I need it.)
and no, I am not playing the self-pity card on getting hate. I knew long ago that on social media I would get hate, and I’m not going to take it personally, but this time it got to me. Next time, I will try to be better.

And I am going to take this opportunity to grow, because I have a lot to unlearn and learn.
So, I am going to focus on the good things, my beloved readers, and my good friends, and I am going to empathize with my haters.
and my “well-wisher” who spammed my comment section thank you for the content and a topic to write a blog on!
Please keep inspiring me to write because I am planning to stick around for a long while …

Lots of love…..


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Nyctophile

With colours so tangy and bright,
Why do i feel there’s no light,
woven in the darkness,
Maybe i am ,
What the society terms me a mess,
The imperfect me by the perfect them,
Like a plant to the stem,
I often wonder,
the game of pretendence,
Isn’t it a blunder,
yet we are in its root,
To criticise and to loot.
The self esteem and love ,
The confidence of being unique,
Yes you r right….
I am a disaster a beautiful disaster
#hope #nyctophile #depression #love #poem #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity


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Weaklings


A camouflage of thoughts so deep,
why do people sleep?
With so many secrets buried deep,
Being it forever theirs to keep,
They say whatever they sow they reap,
Yet everything and nothing makes them weep,
They make themselves strong to take the leap,
Building castles when they count the sheep,
Not letting the darkness to creep,
Yet it claws onto the flesh so deep,
coz humans are weak,
Changing minds every week,
brains too mature yet so meek,
so many things to do but,sleep is all they seek,
Yet ,Isn’t that bleak ??
Those humans who sleep as we speak,
Have a different story on their streak
Searching words for their story to speak,
Them trying hard not to weap,
In the land of stronglings they are a freak,
We call them the weaklings,
Trying to hit their peak,
Engraved in the shadows of mystique,
Having darkness yet letting the lights creep,
Scars of battles fought where everyday was a struggle,
They embraced themselves to be weak,
Not letting anyone define them ,
Yet acceptance is all they seek.
They are definitely not meek and freak,
When do we accept them as not weak,
Maybe someday , definition of weak would be antique ,
Till then all the humans can talk ill and they will turn their cheek,
To face all the critique,
They will shine someday so deep,
And the weeklings wouldn’t be called weak,
Yet that someday is faraway and bleak,
Till then all we can do is sleep.

………………………………,……………………………………………..

For some context, I had set the premise of this poem almost 2 years ago, but I only wrote 4 lines and left it at that. But today, when I went through my draft folder, I came up with this in 15 minutes, a personal record even for me, but I am glad I did it because I love every line of it!

So tell me what you feel about this, and I’m eternally grateful for all your comments and emails. It feels great to be a part of the community.

Adios for now !!!!

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Questions

It’s like life is teaching me the same lesson.
Different chapters, but always the same question,
Is there something for which to strive for perfection?
Is it okay to be ordinary and not be an exception?
All the questions haunted me, and I stood at an interception.
felt like I was running in circles with no satisfaction.
I was functioning with aggression.
Being suffocated by oppression and depression 
I was seeking an explanation.
“Was I the weapon for my own destruction?”
Felt like amidst recession with no option 
My subconscious played it as a replay of an obsession.
I didn’t realize it was a cry and a call for introspection.

 

After lot of thoughts,conversations and suggestions
I figured something that i would like to mention
There’s no steady set direction ,
Everything is just a perception
Everyone has a different progression
At the end what matters is dedication
Because life is no fiction , 
Everything is a demonstration with convention
After every downfall, you are worthy of a resurrection
It’s okay to anticipate, exaggerate even question,
As there’s no such thing as salvation,
And this is my confession and realisation 
You are a prized possession , with flavours of complexion
Find your connection, empathise with your question
As you should admire your reflection.
 


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Shadows

I have always lived in the shadows,
Not on the pedestal not on meadows,
Hiding from the spotlight, wherever the light goes,
Pulling down the shutters on my windows,
I crucified my tomorrow not believing in magical rainbows,
Because I knew , as tomorrow comes , my darkness grows.

Being alone , with so many unknowns ,
Amidst friends and foes,
Looking at Instagram perfect lives,
Emotions and dreams buried under catacombs,

While my nightmare clings on to me like shadows.
I tried coming out of the shadows ,
yet I felt I was stranded on fallows.
I tried to be someone else , as the author plotted,
Only to be feeling destroyed and haunted.

Fairytales kept reminding me of treasures,
Yet all I could see was an imperfect mess,
Trying to fit in with sleeves of confidence and glow in a dress,

Trying to bloom and stand affirm on my toes with my clothes
Nothing as compared to the spectators on first rows.

We were taught to be princesses not to be shadows,
But I defied the rules , as I was a hot mess,
A consistently inconsistent work in progress .

It took me long to accept me as no less
here in shadows to feel solace in anonymity
Living life with no reservations
For my name would be forgotten someday
Yet I was completely okay to be not okay.

To not be tortured with endless explanations
And expectations,
As I will , probably and mostly be lost in the shadows
Yet I would breathe be happy for being me in a shadow
Being a silhouette, beautiful in an unspoken way
As I peak in from shadows as i m here to stay.


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Poem – Doubts

People found me disturbing ,Subhuman and  annoying,
Yet I was being my unapologetic self,
Completely sarcastic and enjoying,
I wish it was so
Till my fears and paranoia came crawling
All the voices which told me i was never enough
My shortcomings which I couldn’t see
Was screaming at me reminding me everyday I wasn’t enough,
The pain , past and agony wrapped me up
Making me claustrophobic and my life a bluff.

Doubts were  pondering  , freezing me over,
A race to cover and answers to discover ,
Made me wonder am I truly sane,
Or walking on an unjust lane.
Am i just playing my role in this drama defined by moral ques,
Strictly adhering and blocking my views.
Everyday i was knocked up with these questions ,
With no demonstrations , suggestions and directions ,
The answers seemed a waiting of an eternity ,
And the  underlying monster keptfeeding on my sanity,
It was difficult, staying grateful and happy .
Trying to stay in touch with reality,
To remind myself people loved me in ways i couldn’t describe,
Who knew me inside , my tribe
They kept reminding me that i was divine,
and not let the voices dim the lights inside.
Not to divulge in the hands of a perfect fantasy
To accepting myself with flaws as it is with honesty and sincerity,
As there was none , we were all equally flawed,
That i m enough for my tribe , that I was revered and awed.
Reminders as these in the vicinity,
Helped me to Not doubt the possibilities and my  abilities,
To love myself a little more till infinity.

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