When your Soul is in Solitude; and you lost your Love without Lust

When your Soul is in Solitude; and you lost your Love without Lust

When your Soul is in Solitude; and you lost your Love without Lust by Aniket Kumar Das a.k.a Starrus Xanthis

Back in my childhood days;
Rhythmic sways, I lost my ways;
I remember those phase;
Though I was free yet it felt like a cage;
I want my rage to burst out, take a selfie with a rust pout;
Want to shout, want to be an opportunist;
Life seems like a zombie apocalypse;
Maybe stay in dim, looking grim, but I was capable to win, my birth is not a sin;
That’s why, Earth take in and I get in;
You’re no one to decide, to choose my ride;
I can guide myself for miles, speed dials me;
I remember back, got beaten in a sack;
Got a blind spot in my eye;
I need an ice pack, still I can’t fill this lack;
High stakes, eyes wide awake, wise takes;
I need support for God sakes;

I took a tough course, was in turf wars, wasn’t dead source, I was a race horse;
Solitude roads, I’ve to roar;
These are not SARS, I got some lone-wolf scars;
I wrote the last note before dying;
This is my Soul, you’re reading, I’m underlying;
That suppression, oppression, depression;
Compel me to shut down the operation;
“No, no, that’s not an operation that’s my…”
Yes, I felt shy, now I don’t want to deny;
Body dies, but Love can never die;
Even God said, “Oh my my”;
Ain’t ever got any chance, to romance, to dance or even enhance;
Immense thoughts floored in my mind, flowed to my heart, showed up in my eyes;
But it never came out, of my mouth;

Maybe I was not so prosperous;
My heart was canny and courageous;
I got a scratch on that, I need a stitch;
Not the needle, I had to be rich;
In brief, it was a grief, living dead on the street;
Treated like a prick, situation was bleak;
Attacks got a streak, attached to my reach;
I use to be a coward crying ‘mayday’;
Strive towards dying ‘heyday’;
With my fate, got to laid with, I can’t switch, played with out of which, I died weeping like a witch, keeping high my pitch, cursing as if I was ditched;
That’s so me, can’t you see, so mean, I can see, still racing away like a freak;
Got no fear son, ain’t had a dear one, like an ugly cycle and gear none, Father don’t send me rear, I don’t want to live here, Nun;

This ‘bliss’, is just a word in dictionary;
Supernumerary were the misery, I wasn’t free, causing bleed, want to pause this scene, demons are licking that red cream;
Of course, it was worse, seems like a surge, hatred was purge, I want to grudge, but the evils got merged;
I want everybody to know;
What happened since the go;
I am not the last in the row, many more to come, due to lass betrayal, kicking with the drum, got that so-called glow;
I’m now a Soul, want to be a Ghoul;
It’s not my goal, ain’t want to be ignored, like a stomach growl;
Since start speeding solo, don’t want a duo, alive actually like a rolling stone, you can’t reach me, ’cause I’m gone;
I can’t remember more tears aflow;
Yes, I was dead 4 years ago;

By Aniket Kumar Das a.k.a Starrus Xanthis

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ISHQ by Jyoti

Tere rang me hum kuch aise range the sanam,

Bss tujhe khone ka rha tha sitam.

Dikha diya tu bhi hai bewafa,

Ab koi dil me humare na raha.

Jyoti

Tere rang me hum kuch aise range the sanam,

Bss tujhe khone ka rha tha sitam.

Dikha diya tu bhi hai bewafa,

Ab koi dil me humare na raha.

“Sleep Got Victory Over Demon.”

Every night,
I fight my demon,
so as to sleep peacefully.
Yet, I change positions,
Every time, I close my eyes,
There’s some bustling, inside me.

He hijacks my brain.
My own musings aren’t even mine
I force myself to sleep,
And fight the demon every night,
So, he can’t control my mind.

Hundreds of sleepless nights are testimony of my aches, and voiceless screams.
After the sacrifice and hours of efforts,
Finally, sleep got victory over demon.
That is only for a short period.

He reappears after hours,
Waking me from deep slumber,
Amidst the dark of midnight,
This poem witnesses his reappearance, as my thoughts reels,
Twenty past three,
Thirty past three,
Fifty past three.

Every night,
I fight with the demon,
So as to sleep peacefully,
Immune to my ignorance, he still haunts me,
But now is the time to fight back,
Fight for my cause, to seek the depths,
To raze under the blaze,
And live a new life everyday.

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Emotional Scars Never Heal

 

Some un-named,
Hidden, unseen and emotional scars,
That are healed too soon, even before the pain arrives.
Enervates a lot, ’cause that cicatrix are even more toxic than the open and scary ones.

Now, I started naming those abandoned scars.
Giving  them their names, and accepting them
Made my life easier and smoother.
Now, I can breathe easily.
Eventually, Heal myself spiritually.

The perspectives of these scars changed me a lot,
Since, I started naming them.
I realised my identity again,
I found my soul again.
I have now better engine for my life.

Some un-named,
Hidden, unseen and emotional scars,
That are healed too soon, even before the pain arrives.
Enervates a lot, ’cause that cicatrix are  even  more toxic than the open and scary ones.

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The Differences

I know
We are not alike.

I know
We are not the same.

I know
We are not similar either.

I know
You are a Boy…

“Pride of the Society”.

“Pride of the family”.
One who continues the family.

I know
You are a Boy…
Bold and audacious appearance to the society.
One with the heroic character.

But nowadays we are not Inferior anymore.
As such we have heard earlier.
Many Rani Laxmi Bai’s can be conspicuous to the society.
Whatever was said by the society,
Or by the family itself.
Is not always true.

We are not for only submissive romantic interest.
Or not for only baby generator.
We have our own Indentity, our own Fame.

Why we always considered as the
Timid, Needy and the Destitute one.

Why do we always meant for men only.
Can’t we live our life independently ?

Don’t we have our own Indentity and Pride ???

Okay, let’s accept the fact that
We are not as physically strong as men,
But we are emotionally strong enough.

The tears of our eyes,
Are the strength of our soul.
That brings the courage to do
Any Impossible things in the World.

I know
We are not alike.

I know
We are not the same.

I know
We are not similar either.

But we are humans,

Apart from male and female,

We are humans.

Apart from all gender differences,

We are humans.

So, better treat individuals as individual,

Not by their sexes.

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Red

RED – The Colour of Pride

Red,
The colour that unites everyone.
Red,
The colour that gives meaning to every women.
Red,
The colour that transforms girl to women.
Red,
The colour that bleeds through them.
Red,
The colour that makes them strong inspite up all the cramps they get.

Red,
The colour that stops them to open their wings,
Stupid superstitious customs, behind that game.
Although, there are many people,
Who won that game.
Inspite of all the chains, clenched them tightly.
They won that game.

Red, gives them strength to fly.
Fly,
Up above the sky,
Where there are no boundations.
Fly,
Up above the sky,
Where there are no chains, that clenched them.

Red,
The colour of their lips,
Which gives sheer glow to their face.
Strength to empower their power.
Red,
The colour which unites everyone,
Is the reason for our seperation too.

This patriarchal society,
Wanted us to be down and down.
They can’t see them to fly.
They can’t see them to rise.

But, Oh My Dear,
This world is changing so fast.
The era of mobilization is spreading so fast.
Chains that you used them to clench us,
Is the key to our success.
Is the key to our success.

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Figmented

Would he also feel the same,
Over his pessimistic thoughts.

Would he also feel the same,
Over his layered smile.

Would he also feel the same,
Over his unusual happiness.

Would he also feel the same,
Over his figurative words.

Would he also feel the same,
As I heard,
The silence of  unspoken words, Through his heart,
Wanting me to decipher the range of those words.
Or Is it just a figment of my own imagination.

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The One with those Eyes !

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Your eyes are still mine,
Don’t know each other, still mine. That vivid smile,
Wants me to explore the world of yours.
That oceanly eyes,
Wants me to dive deeper and and long.
That day, when our eyes met,
Is so dynamic and mystic,
That I can felt your part of, current too
All over my nerves !
That’s why I kept telling myself,
Your eyes are still mine,
Don’t know each other, still mine.


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Life & Relationship

I have read this book ” The Zahir” few weeks back. And even now I’m am very much inspired with this book.

The book always has been our best friends and teaches us in our daily life thoroughly.

So, here are some lines of this book that adores me very much.

1.  LOVE is an untamed force.

     When we try to control it, it desroys
     us.
     When we try to imprison it, it
     enslaves us.
     When we try to understand it, it
     leaves us feeling lost and confused.

6.  I don’t regret the painful times; I
     bare my scars as if they were
     medals.

7.  Don’t expect to get anything back,
     Don’t expect recognition for your
     efforts.
     Don’t expect your genius to be
    discovered or your love to be
    understood.
    ACT because you need to ACT.

8.  Freedom is not the absence of
     commitment, but the ability to
     choose and commit myself to what
     is best for me.

9. When you want something, all
     the universe conspires in helping
     you achieve it.

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क्या हुआ ! ! !

क्या हुआ,
कभी मिलें ना हो तुमसे।
क्या हुआ,
अगर कभी ना मिलेंगे ।
क्या होगा,
अगर कभी मिल भी गए तो।।

क्या हुआ,
कभी बात ना की हो तुमसे ।
क्या हुआ,
अगर कभी बात ना करेंगे ।
क्या होगा,
अगर कभी बात भी कर ली तो।।

क्या हुआ,
कभी चेहरे की वो मुस्कुराहट न दिखे।
क्या होगा,
अगर कभी वो मुस्कुराहट दिख भी जाए तो।।

कुछ नहीं,
कुछ भी नहीं ।

दिल की एक चाह हो तुम,
ज़िन्दगी की प्रेरणा हो तुम।

दिल का मोहरा हो तुम,
इस सफर कि राह में, हमराही हो तुम।

कुछ तुम सिखाओं, कुछ हम सिखाएं,
इतना सा नाम हो तुम।।

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