#110 Empty

Perception is illusive and so is the conditioning of emptiness.
Comfortable Silence is a beautiful void-
The hover within the clouds is an enchanting space.

Encompassing solitude,
Journey towards self awareness is nothing
but a vacate path that reverberates voice of the soul.

Not to forget the universe,
A passage beyond comprehension yet
connecting varied dimensions.

-Amruta Kar

An opposite approach towards emptiness: making it beautiful and comforting.

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#75 Other side✨

An aura which seems familiar,
when felt for prolonged hours
gives perspective.
A sense of belonging that
comes with the winds,
stimulating emotions.
Reverberating on so many levels
soon bringing this mind a realisation:
hover for a while,
let these senses feel the other side-
the stillness, the uncanny, the abstract.

-Amruta Kar

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#74 Anxiety

Poetic Moves

(A series that aligns perspectives)

Part-2: Anxiety!

My emotions rise up; the heaviness of which is first felt in the gut.
Thoughts running sideways,
agony hitting the walls of my heart,
I shudder, fall in a loop of breathlessness-
My mind; numb.
My body; senses.
My soul; inhibits.
It is a parasite that lives within me,
triggers due to circumstances-
I end up fighting the ghosts of me:
the versions that have been long buried.
The aftermath?
A prolong game of defense mechanism.
Eventually, giving up my vices-
realising my threshold;
finding my sanity.

-Amruta Kar.

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#73 //Summer of love\\

Raw Poetry: #14/31

You created a spell,
out of which I see nothing.
An emotion so volatile,
yet my nerves sense it so strongly.
I bloomed better each time I saw you;
simultaneously a long lost compassion
marked its presence all over again.
Probably summer played the cupid,
it was all la vi en rose-
but; not for long.
Everything comes with a price,
I don’t regret anything!
I am glad it occurred.
Shortlived yet I adore the memories.
Most importantly,
the emotions that rushed within me
everytime I thought of you.
This mind has captured you,
and it’s never willing to erase the little something whatever we shared:
The vibe. The heaviness. The urge.

-Amruta Kar.

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#72 Parallel Dimension

Poetic moves

(A series of poems that aligns perspectives)

Part 1: Parallel dimension

Of clashing thoughts
and behavioural patterns
that move in parallel lines.
To hideaway or to overt?
to be a passive or a robust?
Questions that forever
linger in this mind,
as middle ground seems outdated.
Being candid is conditional,
for this tender heart
has misgivings of its own.
But a soul that knows no boundaries,
which can’t be shackled,
who is well equipped with resilience,
is leading a life in contrasts.
Discovering parts of self that are
living on the extreme end,
holding no regrets.

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#71 || Abstract ||

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Can’t trace your level of intensity!
The captive at a glimpse kind,
the overwhelming kind,
the one that leaves me breathless,
the one that soothes;
a synonym for peace.

-Amruta Kar.

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#64 Decoding memories!

“Memories striving for roots are constantly breaking, simultaneously gathering.” 🍃

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Explanation:-

Memories cannot be controlled; be it good or bad. Each time we reminiscence there’s this sudden rush of nostalgia or a rush of agony that wants us to go back to the start.

I feel memory is a cycle. That has it’s very own formation which is instant when somebody is making them. Nobody knows the end. A good memory can turn into a nightmare, a remembrance forever and so on…. That’s why memories do fight for their own roots(as said above) they constantly break and simultaneously gather. They are a puzzle, you choose what you feel.

#62 ||Salt soaked||

Poetry month:- Day8

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