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Dead Poets Society

Dead poets society is that movie which gave me an inspiration to start writing poetry, hope it inspires you as well.

As said by Henry David Thoreau

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms…”

this is one of the scenes from the the movie

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The Naked Truth

The Truth and the Lie meet  on the road one day. The Lie says to the Truth: “It’s a marvelous day today”! The Truth looks up to the skies and sighs, for the day was really beautiful.
They walk together for a while, until they reached a beautiful well. The Lie tells the Truth: “The water in the well is very nice, let’s take a swim together!” The Truth, once again suspicious, tests the water and discovers that it indeed, is very nice.
They undress and start the bathe. Suddenly, the Lie jumps out of the well, puts on the clothes of the Truth and runs off towards a nearby village. The furious Truth leaps out of the  well and runs to find the Lie and get her clothes back. The Villagers, seeing the Naked Truth, are horrified and look away with contempt and rage.
The poor Truth returned to the well and disappeared, forever, hiding her shame. And since that day, the Lie travels the world, clothed as The Truth

Epilogue : The naked Lie and the Truth. 2019 versions & timelines

The original Naked Truth and Lie story comes from the 19th Century and here we are 200 years later, in a world of multiverses, the possibility that we’re living in a simulation, the concept of multiple timelines, the Mandela Effect and Apotheum. So it makes sense to explore further where the original story might have moved to, as all the characters were set in place at the end. The Truth in the well and the Lie is travelling the world in her garb.

Setup: The naked Truth dwells in the well, ashamed at how she was seen and treated by the villagers. But 200 years is a long time to dwell in a well for anything, especially the truth. Surely the truth has a purpose? Hiding in a well isn’t really meaningful and there’s not much entertainment down here, reflected the truth. Maybe, she thought, an upwelling is necessary. Because the Lie has traveled the world so long in my garments now everyone has come to believe that it is I who am the liar.  And anyway, it’s so rude of the lie as it should know by now that it couldn’t exist without me, though the truth.

TimeLine1: Truth realises that the Lie has left it’s garments behind next to the well. The truth knows that in order not to be hated, the only way she can be accepted by the village and the world is to be covered in the garb of the Lie. And to this day, the Truth and the Lie have been indistinguishable to all except those who have seen them unclothed.

TimeLine2: The Truth stays in the well. Sometimes people come to sit by the well knowing that the Truth is in there. If they’re really sincere, the truth will out and talk with them. They’re OK with seeing her naked and she’s OK since they don’t hate her. Many seekers come looking for The Truth but she sonly sees them one at a time because The Truth is a very personal experience.

TimeLine3: Truth searches and finds the web pages, twitter and instagram accounts that plainly showed the lie had infected most everyone. There are literally hundreds of billions and billions of lies. Lies everywhere. But from time to time, truth finds allies – they Love the Truth and have created so many stories about her but none of these are trending and, in fact, many of them are being deleted and downvoted and ignored. The truth suddenly, with a great sigh realised that there is a war being conducted on her by the one who took her garments; the Lie himself.

Someone Like Me

Find me someone like me
who walks afraid and doesn't try
just sitting by soothed in his own cry
Find me someone like me 
who's lost in everything
with no hope ,
addicted to something 
Find me someone like me
who would understand 
that i don't have enough courage 
to wake up and take a stand 
Find me someone like me 
who i can take to
who wont judge me nor opinionate 
who would cry with me & sigh together 
find me someone like me

Cursed Immortality

Maybe being immortal is a curse,

life is supposed to be short.

To see this world as a shortfall verse,

To give and take with a cruel snort.

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Maybe being immortal is a curse.,

To watch loved one die.

Till no one else but you remain.

Not a person to talk to ,nor to spry

.

Maybe being immortal is a curse,

With weak bones and dimming sight.

Fragile & brittle with an empty purse,

Cracking bones and sick delight.

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Maybe being immortal is a curse,

& maybe the great ones figured it out

& maybe they left a trail to us

To follow it without a doubt.

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They found a way to immortality.

& they still live on , while being dead.

Just a matter of figuring it out.

To lie beside them,

To be immortal then.

Prisoners

This is a place of struggle and fears,
& everyone has those truths and tears.
Here people are crushed by the powerful Soo nice ,
But in the end who wins is rather wise.
.
In this place they get poorer or richer,
Hopeless foolish poor, and the Lynching Rich butchers.
But in the end everyone’s to demise,
But most are prisoners of their own device.
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You will fail, everyone does.
The critics are flies, they will buzz
Sooner will you hear you own million cries
But don’t you care, fix your eyes on the prize
.
Things will be hard, the hardest stuff.
It it would be easy, you won’t be tough.
And if you fail, just stand up and Revice
And one day, you will, you must rise

Mother

I know I make mistakes,

Hurt you in the heart.

I know I played wrong stakes,

But still

You love me and play your part.

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I know I did wrong,

Played damned lies with peers

But you stood strong.

Still

Wiping off your tears.

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I know you’ll love me

Even in the darkest hours

You’ve been through the hell

I see,

I can see your invisible scars.

.

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I love you mom.

The Unsent Letter

Do you remember the days?
When I used to wait for you beside the college gate?
For your class to get over?
For the teacher to ring the bell?

You came with your glittering eyes, freshened by a jolly good night sleep.
You came with your shy face, handcrafted from the clay of the Ganges.
You came with your lips, darkened by the shade of a wild red hibiscus petal.
You came with your skin, soften by the moisture of the Meghalayan rain drop.

So where to today? I asked.
Where ever our wish guides us, you replied.

The relation was unselfish,
The love was beautiful like a fairy tale,
The soul-connection strong.

But suddenly all fell apart one day,
As sudden as a lightning strike.
The sunlight got clouded,
Those glazing eyes now felt hazy, full of pain.

Maybe those feelings are now just words of an empty page in a book.
Maybe our togetherness was never to be.
Maybe destiny meant us to be apart.
Maybe it was just a “fantasy”, failed to be a reality.
Maybe you won’t see this one last ode to you.
Maybe this is an unsent letter to you my love, from me.


Ushnish, The Crown…

Guest writer from No Purpose Club.
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