POETRY :THE ART OF LIFE! - by Ameerah Abdulsalam

The art of living, Life as philosophy say,"a personalized framework of core beliefs, values, and principles that guides your decisions, actions, and understanding of the world " Life as humans say, "Is the ability to survive ,or existence in general having an inherent significance or a philosophical point" Life as poetry say,"The meaning of life is to find your gift, and" the purpose of life is to give it away. Life as Shakespeare would say,"Life's nothing but a walking shadow, A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." All these may have different definitions, but they all have the same meanings and themes These are the thesis of what they call "life" STAGES QUESTIONS AWAKENING PLUMMET CONFESSION CALCULATIONS BROKEN DESIRE MACABRE DEATH In poetry we say: Heavens arms turn slowly,In the grains of sands,We barely learn each actions lived with all seconds past,The start ends fast. In English we say: STAGES <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_2278.jpeg"/> In poetry we say: Winds are silent and thoughts are vague,Visions blur, especially where you laid,Sadness clouds that obscures all feel,Darkness veils, then what is real?Memories sink, so dreams survive,Nothing to think, when did I die? In English we say: QUESTIONS <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_2271.jpeg"/> In poetry we say: Secret illusions that cloud my nights,Strained temptations that haunt the light,Intimate pleasures with disguised allure,Committed relations, so objectively pure,Implied affections with plague intent,Obscure delusions wear masked repents,Shameful perception with fraudulent path,Innocence scorned, malicious the wrath. In English we say: AWAKENING <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_2267.jpeg"/> In poetry we say: Enchanted message with recoiled thoughts,Triggered feelings holds puzzle wants,Annoyed seduction, where games are played,Simple answers having obsessed ways,Feed the tempted to reap the few,Peeved fixation and charmed recluse,Excited dreamer with an unknown faith,Alarmed intentions that humbles disgrace. In English we say: PLUMMET <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_2262.jpeg"/> In poetry we say: Elusive feelings with cautious tales,Heartfelt visions with discreet spells,Hidden secrets filled with loaded grin,Subdued glances under a sensual skin,Pressing flesh with mounted moans,Ardent tastes prevent groans,Whispered words and forgotten times,Missing moments, wish you were mine. In English we say: CONFESSION <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_2274.jpeg"/> In poetry we say: Unthinkable the notion,One's vision will be blurred,Drunk in the moment, unintelligibly slurred,A wondrous attraction conveniently mused,Sightless attraction masked in Abuse,What an inexplicable stranger,Cloaked to conceive,Ripped from my womb, my son was deceived. In English we say: CALCULATED <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_2258.jpeg"/> In poetry we say: A thousand tears could never say how I felt when you went away,Such emptiness devoured my soul, and sadness lived and took its control,My love, my all, has left my side, torn from me too fast to flight,My broken shell was left in the sand, to never feel that warmth again,A shattered life, choices made, another day has slipped away,Your words in me hum like songs,Reminders or rights and too many wrongs,Distant whispers with silly smiles,Memories awake, the infantile,In me your flames will forever burn,Lessons thought, nothing learnt,Until we meet again on a crowded beach,Pain will sit, and I will reach. In English we say: BROKEN <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_2273.jpeg"/> In poetry we say: Shivers kindle with a tempted itch,Lurking fingers with a hidden twitch,A lapping tongue, the teeth ignites,Gentle strokes with sweetened bites,Anxious veins with fuel to sip,Muscles beat and fainted beats. In English we say: DESIRE <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_2265.jpeg"/> In poetry we say: Wailing calls searching in fear,Grasping paws pulling me near,Hallowed screams that leave their scent,Gruesome deeds with dark intent,Shifting screeches and hungry howls,Famished beasts with shadowed shapes,Mauling nightmare, no escape. In English we say: MACABRE <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_2268.jpeg"/> In poetry we say: The sun has fallen, never to return,Casting a final light, one final turn,All that waits is the saddened moon,Helpless in space, gone way too soon. In English we say: DEATH <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_2252.jpeg"/> In Final note we say:, We loose ourselves in what we call reality Forgetting what is important At the same time rejoicing when we finally found our passion and inner light. Our mortal journey consists of loving all the things that brings joy, what we consider as meaningful,valuable and <a class="tc-blue" href="https://sacred.It" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">sacred.It </a> deals with the pain of loosing things, especially loss of the ones we hold dear to our hearts on earth and beyond.Life can be erotic in its way and curiously twisted, not every thing needs to be explained or have a blueprint to just be. It's a constant struggle between the temptation of rights and wrong what we consider good versus what others may consider as evil those little voices in our head that haunts and taunts us battling with the mind and our condition. Labels and finger pointing on the stresses of responsibility it's made up of quiet highs and darkened lows. Our journey is a paradox of feelings and contradictions, A fluid of abyss of trying to be found when we are always feeling so very lost. Yet in all its darkness there is always hope, A hope that we all control it's a choice that we all must take to be who we are. An unconditional decision to love ourselves, in that self love there are no mistakes, there is only one unique journey, one that we must travel without self judgement that would relentlessly evolve and tirelessly change, you have the gift to make your choices. We might love many lives , but which one will you remember? What memories will we INK?What will have true MEANING?How will we live our END? ~I live in death so that life can wait for me in the end~Dedicated to those who cannot avoid living life in the shadows They live life ...as poetry would say,"The art of surviving is living ""Poetry is art""Life is poetry!"

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