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It is this, that every person yearns for, Acceptance. To be accepted without a mask, without pretense. Our confusing, mind numbing journey revolves around finding acceptance either from another human or from society as a whole. 



Thrust Into The Void


Illusioned by company,
She was impressed too soon,
Lured by the mystical strangeness,
She deserted placid loneliness.



The journey lasted
Long enough to matter,
And then, with a bend,
The road came to an end.



She was then thrust.
Thrust into the void.
Wreathed by nothingness,
A non-binding emptiness.



A lonely walk,
Than a walk alone,
She dallied on, farther and farther,
With a fear like no other.



Hollow screams.
Tearless cries.
Voiceless protests.
Aberration at its crest.



She paced on,
Till her legs could take her.
She was now crippled,
Her sobs turned to sniffles.



She searched for answers,
That lacked existence.
Her questions were born,
To remain ignorant.



More futile brooding.
Baseless blather.
Insanity of a mind, confused, hurt.



Such is the search,
For the ultimate salvation,
Of an embracing, whole consuming,
An all encompassing acceptance.



It has no escape,
It is a loop.
If she did make it out,
She would be back too soon.






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Have you ever had some incident in the past which you must have struggled to forget, yet it came back to you at some point in your life, hurting you as much as it did before?
This is a poem about someone like that. Someone who hallucinated about a time in her childhood that she wished to remember but also forget. 


A gush. A swish.

A knock at my windowpane.
Silence at whose arms I slept, was first,
Then my sleep, was driven away by the rain.

I awoke to the blistering thunders,
I awoke to the pouring rain,
In spite of it all, a desire,
I awoke, but I felt only pain.

Thoughts of a childhood summertime,
Like the lightening flash came first.
Haunting aches of those summer rains,
Like the thunder bolt came next.

Streets and roofs and tanks and pots,
With the tears of the skies did fill.
It drew me into a whirling spin,
Forcefully, against my will.

The oblivion ebbed, the rain still poured,
A scenery lay ahead,
Of a hundred things I loved back then,
A place I’d once reveled. 

Hills of pain stood achingly high.
The seabed brimmed with tears.
I stood ashore, to recall a smile,
But it was all I saw, just fears.

My eyes, they wander on,
But they know not what they seek.
Amongst the unfamiliar familiarity,
Over to the most magnificent turn yet, I peek.

My piquancy, it rises.
Twas the naked picturesque beauty,
Of a single green spot of an old connection,
Amidst the strange and howling sea.

Of all the other million things,
I hear, I touch, I see,
Twas this alone that made it past,
A past of haunting memories.

A smell that touched and touches still,
As I stand on the greens spot’s shore,
A million thoughts, like a reel it runs,
As I close my eyes to Petrichor.

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