Author: Ayush

I feel PROUD | Common is no more special

A few years ago I used to roam inside my thoughts. I was child then. In my own world I was always my super hero. That super hero who saved the world every time not from aliens but from humans. As I grew up I gave up imagining that world as I felt that it is a childish kind of thing. But I really never came out of my world. In my teenage too I used to live in this world but my mind wandered somewhere else. They called me mad. I never get ashamed rather I felt proud....

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At the end we all get dissolved in the OBLIVION.

I have been thinking on the word ‘oblivion’ for more than six months now. I tried finding out its secrets through many sources. I got only a few. Not enough to satisfy my curiosity but at least they can relax me temporarily. I find human evolution a strange phenomenon. The believers of science say that it was just a kind of impossibly possible coincidence of this universe. The believers of some kind of creator think that it was a perfectly planned phenomenon by THE CREATOR Himself. I find both of them very strange and unreal. I might be wrong...

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THE KEY OF MY TREASURE | MY WEAPON

Hello folks. I am here with a poem which I wrote 2 months ago. It is not of one those intense poems of mine. Just a poem. This I wrote on the key. The key of the writers. Coincidentally, the title is also THE KEY. I hope you guys would like it. Feel free to share your thoughts on it.   THE KEY So when I sat down To let ease my subtle frown, I kept a pen with me. I don’t know why I did that, Perhaps it was just emotions Or any well thought strategy.   But...

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I MET A BOY WHO CAME LAST | A TRUTH

Hello everyone! Another poem for you. I have decided to be regular with my poems. This has penned down just right now. I hope you guys would understand it. It is open for you guys to read.   I MET A BOY WHO CAME LAST I met a boy Who came last. His hands were old and eyes new His mind was churned and So did his dreams He had lost Fighting the old battles, His pockets were empty In repaying his ancestors’ debt. He was the runner Who came last.   He desired No more than a penny...

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Everything to HEAL | A savior out of many

Throughout the last few months I have learnt that time and karma are the most powerful things of this universe. No matter how great you are you have to respect them both. I have written a poem which is nothing but pure emotions. It won’t make it clear that about which situation it is talking but I think that it is worth enough to share with you guys. So here it is. Its says HEAL and it is open for you all to read.   HEAL The lights went out I stood standing there Unconscious, Unaware Of what was...

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