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Misfortune #5.

October 15, 2015October 15, 2015 / ᴇ ɴ ɪ ɢ ᴍ ᴀ / 10 Comments

Tumbling faith

Misfortune events

Hitting rock bottom

Finding new ground

Chasing dreams.

#fieryverse #micropoetry

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Misfortune #4

October 15, 2015 / ᴇ ɴ ɪ ɢ ᴍ ᴀ / Leave a comment

Chasing other’s dreams

Lost and stuck in dilemma

A misfortune obsession.

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Misfortune #1

October 15, 2015October 14, 2015 / ᴇ ɴ ɪ ɢ ᴍ ᴀ / Leave a comment

Biding her farewell

A unfathomable love

A misfortune loss.

#fieryverse #micropoetry

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.smile // ᴇ ɴ ɪ ɢ ᴍ ᴀ I caught a glimpse on the mirror as I walked past it. I did not quite recognise the person I saw, however it has been the same face the I have been seeing everyday. But it was different that day or perhaps it has been the same and I never saw it until that moment. I stared as if I was watching something..someone for the first time. And after all the contemplation and trying to figure out the story behind those lost eyes, I was still clueless. There was so much going on the inside and yet so little visible in the eyes. And I could do was wonder how I was still standing when I have been breaking down a million times each day and why the eyes never told those untold unseen stories. I found a mystery in myself. Interesting, I thought. Never did I think that I would make myself ponder over me. I believed I had figured myself out, even when no one else ever could. I continued to stare at my reflection. Maybe I wanted to myself to show what I was feeling on in the inside, perhaps in the eyes and wipe that expressionless face that never said a word like the personality that I had been carrying around. Unless I face it, I could never overcome it. All I was doing here was let it get trapped inside and sink in deeper.

.unblur Colours. How fascinating is this? And how beautiful they are. And yet the fascination lies with the two. You ask why? I wish I knew. Or perhaps, I wish I could explain. So tell me, what does happiness mean to you? How do you look forward and want to be happy all the time? Wouldn’t you agree if anyone says that happiness is a beautiful place to be in. But amidst all this, it pulls me down a little. Don’t get me wrong, I love happiness. And also, I am scared of it. Because if there’s anything experience taught me anytime that there’s always a yang for yin, white for black, good for bad and sad for happy. Well, that does sound a little stretched, doesn’t it? There won’t be anyone more ‘happier’ than me, if you said that there’s no alternative for happiness. But unlike you, I beg to differ. No, I am not trying to put a pessimistic approach. I am speaking of mere experience. Because I agree with the odds that the percentage of different. For you happiness is a hundred percent, for me sadness. There I did it again, brought the pessimistic approach. But like I said, I am speaking from mere experience. // . ᴇ ɴ ɪ ɢ ᴍ ᴀ

.isolate // ᴇ ɴ ɪ ɢ ᴍ ᴀ They ask me why do you write so much, why do I keep everything to myself, why can’t you love anyone, why don’t you hangout with people. I smile. Like I always do. And while they wait for an elaborate answer, I observed over in my mind as to how to tell someone that it’s a dark place inside and letting people in might turn out to be the last thing they would want to do. Dark? They mock. As if they haven’t seen what dark was. As if you are a special case. As if you are just exaggerating. They mock. And I haven’t told that it was dark inside either. I didn’t say anything yet. Because perhaps it was about the darkness inside. It wasn’t about the silently screaming voices or the battle to break through the shackles that drag them down. It wasn’t even about the suffocating thoughts that drown the mind in agony and pain. May be it’s about keeping the demons inside that no one ever even gets the shadow of it.

.solace The stars shone in the dark glazed shimmering sky. A thousand stories floating and a million songs echoing in the sky, so distant yet so close, so mysterious yet so comforting. May be it is the soothing music or perhaps the shining moon being embraced in the soft clouds that it provides the solace one needs. // . ᴇ ɴ ɪ ɢ ᴍ ᴀ

.deep // . ᴇ ɴ ɪ ɢ ᴍ ᴀ They say that time heels the wounds. I believed it blindly. What time does is covers the wounds with false promises holding the two ends with a paper dipped on tongue which could and will rip apart anytime and there’s nothing the time can do about it. But what hurts more is that despite everything we do to heel the wounds, they do leave a scar. Some carry it with a brave symbol for over powering their short comings while some scratch the healing scars because they are too afraid to look past it.

[ Dancing On My Own ] // . ᴇ ɴ ɪ ɢ ᴍ ᴀ I have always been in my own. I never had the pleasure of a company. Mostly because I pushed everyone away. I never wanted company because I feared that the company I keep I would lead them to more harmful way. In a way I have. I have had this nagging though that when I finally come about the one thing I have always wanted to, the people getting hurt would be less and the people giving a damn would be negligible. But then again, that thing is a long lost dream and I am all alone, scared, lost and dancing on my own.

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