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Isolation Isles

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In dark oceans under changing skies
Swimming, exist Isolation Isles
Not found on maps
Or through directions of compass
These lands float on unnamed waters.
Barren- white sand that has never seen the sun
Under the glow of stars that burn.
A ragged doll sits beside a rock
Button eyes, button mouth
Matted wollen hair.
A childhood lost in the consciousness of grown years
These oceans have no meaning to the outside world-
Caged in a mind, the waves roll
In dreams- young eyes see the button holes
Of a beloved doll friend on Isolation Isle
The gone years had been so kind.
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~insight07

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Urban Sympathy

Caught in the middle of urban spaces.
Buildings, parks, and drains.
Lives a concept in the blank minds that walk the roads.
Spread on billboards, radios, and laptop screens
Whispers from mobile and television screens.

Social media is flooded
With deaths, wars, cosmic activity
Joys of festivals, loves, office successes
Trips and meet-ups that seem to bring happiness of a lifetime
Every single day.

I wonder, how do people have the time of their lives
While holding space to showcase their grief through these blue screens.
I observe their stories hours later-
One at a time, all at once.
A dump of their narrative in my small mind.

I have stopped reading books.
I don’t like viewing these stories either.
With shrinking spaces in cities
Buildings upon building,
Layers of crowd, vibrating.

I feel like I am swimming in a sea of salt.
There is nothing more to see. To do. To breathe.
I bleed in the tiny spaces between the tiny grains of salt.
I am sad. Tired. Drained. Overwhelmed. All the time.
Screens are my best friends.
News from the world reaches me.
My mind is full of salt. I will lend you an ear.
While talking on the phone with the other
(Urgent urgent office call).

Urban sympathy, you see
Is the most real and superficial thing.

~insight07

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Weary Travellers

My words are weary travelers
They come back to me
Each night, they trudge along the rivers of conversations
Back to their sleeping beds
Exhaustion pools in their eyes
They are unrequited, unwanted in this world
Discovery of moons and stars has done no good to them
They are still where they are.
Ripples of emotions run on their skin
They are pierced but held together
Handwritten letters lost to maps.
Lives that are not lives but translucent beings with meaning in them
Some meaning
They cannot just exist without any consciousness?
My fingers are at a loss, as I note this down
This runny thought down
Before I am lost to tasks that just don’t make sense
And people, who are faceless maskless personas
Floating in cyberspace.
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~insight07

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Butterflies

Butterflies dance around my head
A bonfire with the flames licking air
Delicious cookies melting at my fingertips
There is so much warmth in this night
Can you feel the love in my eyes
As I hide my gaze from the world
Just for you, I open up myself
As a whole
Dreams are exposed leaves to the sun
Growing, nurturing thoughts
Of a together.

But you are so far,
Come close
It will be worth,
I promise.

~insight07

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