Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Tuesday, November 26, 2019
You were dead before you were born
Ever wonder
what death
tastes like ?
Is it going
to be a struggle
or would
you let go
without a fight ?
are you
going to
cause trouble ?
would you
hang on
with all
your might ?
are you
going to
be humble
and just
go towards
the light.
what about
the people
in your life?
what legacy
will you be
leaving behind ?
will this
be an end
of your strife?
as you enter
into the undefined
into a place
called afterlife
but the light
in your eyes
goes blind
a phenomenon
so rife.
would it
feel like
a dream
from which
you cant
wake up?
the great
ending that
you were
waiting for
Would it
be expected,
or would
it be abrupt ?
what death
tastes like ?
Is it going
to be a struggle
or would
you let go
without a fight ?
are you
going to
cause trouble ?
would you
hang on
with all
your might ?
are you
going to
be humble
and just
go towards
the light.
what about
the people
in your life?
what legacy
will you be
leaving behind ?
will this
be an end
of your strife?
as you enter
into the undefined
into a place
called afterlife
but the light
in your eyes
goes blind
a phenomenon
so rife.
would it
feel like
a dream
from which
you cant
wake up?
the great
ending that
you were
waiting for
Would it
be expected,
or would
it be abrupt ?
Thursday, October 24, 2019
Monday, October 7, 2019
My heart, home and grave.
Hidden deep, in your thoughts,
are words, I told you,
when I met you last.
Complicated like a thread full of knots,
the fact that I love you
and the tongue tying spell you've cast.
The constant fear of loss.
The uncontrollable feeling of love,
pulls me deeper into an abyss of turmoil.
Crossing limits i shouldn't cross,
far below and above.
Hoping my dreams don't foil.
At the eye of the storm,
I find the place,
where I will be buried.
My heart is running on fumes.
Nothing left to give,
yet so many mouths to feed.
I am a warrior.
I am a survivor.
I am everything that i create.
I will keep moving,
taking small steps,
which will design my fate.
are words, I told you,
when I met you last.
Complicated like a thread full of knots,
the fact that I love you
and the tongue tying spell you've cast.
The constant fear of loss.
The uncontrollable feeling of love,
pulls me deeper into an abyss of turmoil.
Crossing limits i shouldn't cross,
far below and above.
Hoping my dreams don't foil.
At the eye of the storm,
I find the place,
where I will be buried.
My heart is running on fumes.
Nothing left to give,
yet so many mouths to feed.
I am a warrior.
I am a survivor.
I am everything that i create.
I will keep moving,
taking small steps,
which will design my fate.
Monday, September 30, 2019
Sunday, September 29, 2019
Tuesday, September 17, 2019
Thursday, July 18, 2019
Almost Perfect
all memories turned into songs
playing on repeat all night long
your intentions were quite strong
don't know how you went wrong
you think that i still want you back
you're right, my little heart attack !
if you be my master i'll be your jack
we'll start a family and call it a pack
you think there is someone out there
someone who is willing to take care
magically appearing out of thin air
every time you're stuck in a nightmare
you think I'm breaking into pieces
I see you and my jealousy increases
the cure is worse than the disease is
do you realize how trapped my soul is
you think
you know me
you think
we have time
you think so
it is real
you think
so i feel
something
instead of
nothing
you think
how one
could get over
something as
complicated
like a psychotic
past lover
you think why
you and I
ever fell
into love
as below
so above
playing on repeat all night long
your intentions were quite strong
don't know how you went wrong
you think that i still want you back
you're right, my little heart attack !
if you be my master i'll be your jack
we'll start a family and call it a pack
you think there is someone out there
someone who is willing to take care
magically appearing out of thin air
every time you're stuck in a nightmare
you think I'm breaking into pieces
I see you and my jealousy increases
the cure is worse than the disease is
do you realize how trapped my soul is
you think
you know me
you think
we have time
you think so
it is real
you think
so i feel
something
instead of
nothing
you think
how one
could get over
something as
complicated
like a psychotic
past lover
you think why
you and I
ever fell
into love
as below
so above
Thursday, June 27, 2019
Monday, May 13, 2019
Guide my hand
take me places i've never been
show me things i've never seen
for my head is stuck in a machine
my heart is sick of this routine
if you're done pretending
this run's never ending
just an empty voice speaking
like a silent mind thinking
there is so much I'd like to do
between me and you
the time to think it through
If only you were true
as i go down let me take my time
cause i'm here to make you mine
take this poem as a sign
and the rest will be all fine
this moment is all we got
you could say that I forgot
show me whats wrong and right
Guide my hand tonight
show me things i've never seen
for my head is stuck in a machine
my heart is sick of this routine
if you're done pretending
this run's never ending
just an empty voice speaking
like a silent mind thinking
there is so much I'd like to do
between me and you
the time to think it through
If only you were true
as i go down let me take my time
cause i'm here to make you mine
take this poem as a sign
and the rest will be all fine
this moment is all we got
you could say that I forgot
show me whats wrong and right
Guide my hand tonight
Sunday, April 21, 2019
Saturday, April 20, 2019
Saturday, April 13, 2019
Thursday, April 4, 2019
Be Aware
Beware
I might steal from you
the way that artists do
Take away what i like
run off without a fight
give you credit I might
If i don't like it
I will leave it
if not i will
thieve it
you better believe it
Cause i dont know
when to quit
To commit
to a cause greater than
plagiarism, yes I can !
but i don't see why
i shouldn't give
copying a try
take a word
from here
take one
from there
and throw them in the air
like I don't care
now you know
how i write so
Beware
I might steal from you
the way that artists do
Take away what i like
run off without a fight
give you credit I might
If i don't like it
I will leave it
if not i will
thieve it
you better believe it
Cause i dont know
when to quit
To commit
to a cause greater than
plagiarism, yes I can !
but i don't see why
i shouldn't give
copying a try
take a word
from here
take one
from there
and throw them in the air
like I don't care
now you know
how i write so
Beware
Saturday, March 23, 2019
Tuesday, March 19, 2019
Tuesday, March 12, 2019
Merchant of Designs
Lets first break down the words into three parts and see their individual meanings. According to the dictionary, "merchant" means a person whose job is to buy and sell products in large amounts, especially by trading with other countries; "of" means expressing the relationship between a part and a whole and "design" means a decorative pattern. Now we do understand that design has another meaning as well but for now we will just focus on this one. So this company means that selling and buying, designs ,is their business.
For now, MOD would like to focus only on selling t-shirts, which is phase one of the plan. Eventually aiming to grow a network of artists who will provide designs or artworks to MOD, which is phase two of the plan. T-shirt is just another medium to express your art. If phase one and two are successfully accomplished then you may find MOD venturing into other mediums as well. While thinking of expansion MOD would first expand into the clothing sector/ fashion industry. After that it will venture into other fields of design as well. That was a brief vision of the company.
A few words about Pawan Upadhaya the founder of MOD. Hardworking, Persistent, Confident individual. He came up with this idea of selling t shirts all by himself and thought of a name for the company. For two years he alone ran the whole "project" by himself.
Established in 2017 this venture only aims to grow in one direction. We at barbaric expression support merchant of designs in all its future endeavors.
Here's a link to their website http://www.merchantofdesigns.com/
For now, MOD would like to focus only on selling t-shirts, which is phase one of the plan. Eventually aiming to grow a network of artists who will provide designs or artworks to MOD, which is phase two of the plan. T-shirt is just another medium to express your art. If phase one and two are successfully accomplished then you may find MOD venturing into other mediums as well. While thinking of expansion MOD would first expand into the clothing sector/ fashion industry. After that it will venture into other fields of design as well. That was a brief vision of the company.
A few words about Pawan Upadhaya the founder of MOD. Hardworking, Persistent, Confident individual. He came up with this idea of selling t shirts all by himself and thought of a name for the company. For two years he alone ran the whole "project" by himself.
Established in 2017 this venture only aims to grow in one direction. We at barbaric expression support merchant of designs in all its future endeavors.
Here's a link to their website http://www.merchantofdesigns.com/
Saturday, March 9, 2019
It
As these
river of thoughts
turn into a sea
It is awake
no more dreams
staring into emptiness
for it must break
the silence of
this dreadful existence
It can see
this is me
that it is not
what its meant to be
river of thoughts
turn into a sea
It is awake
no more dreams
staring into emptiness
for it must break
the silence of
this dreadful existence
It can see
this is me
that it is not
what its meant to be
Monday, February 25, 2019
With in you With out me
Remember the place
with paint all
over the floor,
your lips were
painted on my
bedroom door,
right next to where
broken glasses
were stuck,
our love was
something like
the song thunderstruck.
I hope you can
see beyond
my hypocrisy,
when i speak
about promises
you made to me.
The ones i
made to you,
I broke them,
that's true.
In the end
you're the one
who'll come through.
That is why
i can never
leave you alone
I only come here
because you
have gone
Would you
just listen
to the beat
of your heart ?
Is it out
of your control ?
Just like how
we are apart?
Come closer
my alibi,
to you I
shall not lie,
all this time
and you have
not left,
didn't say goodbye.
This masquerade
no longer
pleases my stay,
have to make
myself heard
before I fade away
It is our choices
that make us
and break us,
to reach a point
in an argument
means to discuss,
Throw away
your pride
you have
no place to hide,
I'll be a dead body
if you'd be
my corpse bride .
with paint all
over the floor,
your lips were
painted on my
bedroom door,
right next to where
broken glasses
were stuck,
our love was
something like
the song thunderstruck.
I hope you can
see beyond
my hypocrisy,
when i speak
about promises
you made to me.
The ones i
made to you,
I broke them,
that's true.
In the end
you're the one
who'll come through.
That is why
i can never
leave you alone
I only come here
because you
have gone
Would you
just listen
to the beat
of your heart ?
Is it out
of your control ?
Just like how
we are apart?
Come closer
my alibi,
to you I
shall not lie,
all this time
and you have
not left,
didn't say goodbye.
This masquerade
no longer
pleases my stay,
have to make
myself heard
before I fade away
It is our choices
that make us
and break us,
to reach a point
in an argument
means to discuss,
Throw away
your pride
you have
no place to hide,
I'll be a dead body
if you'd be
my corpse bride .
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
Saturday, January 19, 2019
I miss you
like the desert
misses rain
like a masochist
misses pain
everyday
every night
this feeling
burns bright
all the time
i fear
that you went
away from here
that i may
forget you
and i think
of you again
like an addict
misses cocaine
to god himself
i would ordain
but my prayers
would go in vain
every word
every sight
reminds me
of your might
not crying so
there are no tears
just dying so
there are no fears
maybe just
one that i
may never
hold you in my
arms again
i miss you and it is
driving me insane
misses rain
like a masochist
misses pain
everyday
every night
this feeling
burns bright
all the time
i fear
that you went
away from here
that i may
forget you
and i think
of you again
like an addict
misses cocaine
to god himself
i would ordain
but my prayers
would go in vain
every word
every sight
reminds me
of your might
not crying so
there are no tears
just dying so
there are no fears
maybe just
one that i
may never
hold you in my
arms again
i miss you and it is
driving me insane
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