Word Power #Poetry

Word Power #Poetry

Writing is liberating.
Each word part of my heartbeat.

It makes time stops.
And then, one must regroup
to get back to life’s reality.

Scribing puts writer into a vortex
that carries one
into new visions, divinely.
It’s window that when read
can provide views of understanding.

Writing is a companion
who allows you to
speak freely anytime.
It’s a voice buried in words
that gets ignited as one connects.

Scribing are words that hug
in middle of night,
when one can’t sleep.
It’s fuel that drives thoughts
with no red lights.

Writing is therapy where
one finds no need to hire a therapist.
It’s sentences that are like a telegram line
which is electrified by readers eyes.

Scribers are members of sacred club where
membership is free and lasts a lifetime.
It’s a penman’s purpose,
that comes at any age.

Writing is thought or emotion
that rockets onto page
with destination… Ones heart.

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And poetry sweet poetry
are words that move like blood cells.
Please cut me and watch me bleed.

HE SHE THEY #Poetry

HE SHE THEY #Poetry

He is a quiet man,
but sure can move on dance floor.

He’s a simple man,
but is filled with grand wisdom.

He be a shy man,
so don’t ask him to sing to a crowd.

He’s a big talker not,
but his actions speak louder than words.

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She is a quiet woman,
who appreciates simple things in life.

She’s a simple woman,
brought up the old fashioned way.

She be ashy woman,
preferring to stay at home rather than party.

She’s not big talker,
but when she speaks people listen.

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He is a quiet man,
but ***** in bed.

He’s a simple man,
who loves nature walks.

He be a shy man,
so plan no surprise party.

He’s no big talker,
but sure can write a grand ditty.

HE believes in fairytales of love
SHE believes fairy tales of love
THEY are living happily ever after.


Inspired by Peter Lim. I value our connection

Love for Nature #Poetry

Love for Nature #Poetry

Natural beauty is so loving!
It attract every one
Fragrance of rose or else flower
Oh see! everyone is follower
A serene breeze make gay to all
The music is unique of water fall
Whenever cool breeze whisper
Leaves dance and laugh slower
Hypnotic environment spell bound
All are really being half faint
A unique serenity amid nature
Love to nature and away from stress
Grass seems better than couch
If lay on it then feel happy much
The chirping of different birds
This music exhort to leave swords
Let enjoy beauty of nature
What uniqueness of all creature!

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A Kind of Love #Poetry

hearts beat, faster, faster
thighs bracketed around his waist
kisses clipped short because you just can’t breathe enough air
he’s holding you with his arms
But you’re holding him with everything you are


© 2020. Vishal Dutia. All Rights Reserved.
Basically life is PORNOGRAPHY #Poetry

Basically life is PORNOGRAPHY #Poetry

Virginity is like a balloon. Once you prick and it’s gone for ever.

Sex is like a pack of chips, Once you start. You can’t stop.

An exam paper is like a Dick, When it’s hard, people get fucked.

Education is like hiring a prostitute, it needs both your money and your hardwork.

Success is like masturbating, only your own hand can let you achieve it.

Life without friends is like Boobs without nipples. It’s pointless.

Fuck a woman and she loves you. When you love a woman, she fucks you.

MBBS final exam question paper: Fill in the blanks. If a woman faints, we must first check her pu_s_.
Only few students who wrote: ‘Pulse’ passed.

The saddest part of a man’s body is his Balls. They are sentenced to hang till death.

Boy: How much calcium is there in women’s breasts?
Girl: It’s enough to help a man’s boneless thing stand up.

Give an example of total business failure due to negligence. A pregnant prostitute.

If “necessity is the mother of invention”, then frustration is the father of masturbation.

If your boss says: “Nothing is impossible”, ask him to wear condom after sex.

So, basically life is PORNOGRAPHY

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what’s it like #Poetry

what’s it like to be in love? to love someone and have them love you back? i give out all my love, and never recieve any back.

what’s it like to have a shoulder to cry on? to have someone tell you that it’ll be okay? i cry every night, but I don’t tell anyone, because they’ll think just wave me away.

what’s it like to be happy? to wake up every morning without any sadness? i try to be happy, but there’s no such thing.

what’s it like to still have hope in a world that constantly discriminates and hates?

please tell me, so I can be like you. so i can be in your shoes, and see things from your view.


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Anxious I #Poetry

The Anxious I

I’m afraid

Fear is everything my heart knows

Fear is not just a simple feeling for me

I’m afraid too longer than I wanted someday

Fear now has a new meaning,
Maybe it’s the meaning of life

That’s part 1 of 4 poems about anxiety feelings

No reset #Poetry

No reset #Poetry

Secrets have a way of making themselves felt, even before you know there’s a secret.

You mind your steps
after you’ve stumbled.
You miss your home
after you’ve left it.
You value your health
after you’ve been sick.

But you can’t enjoy life
after you died

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Unbearable #Poetry

The weight of the world
Is
UNBEARABLE
To carry
When your solely carrying
Your fate in your own hands

Disappointment comes when you believe strongly in something
Knowing the river will run dry and leave behind the dirt and debris
Only to leave you to struggle and continue to not sink further into deep depression
For everyone to abuse, criticize and see


© 2020. Vishal Dutia. All Rights Reserved.
Success And Significance #Poetry

Success And Significance #Poetry

By any measure
Accomplishing your goals is called success.
Yet in and of itself
When all is said and done it means little.

Success is not the measure of the man,
But what comes after it –
After the struggling and the inward perspective
Comes significance.


© 2020. Vishal Dutia. All Rights Reserved.
Circles #Poetry

Circles #Poetry

I keep on seeing circles
Unbreakble circles
Spinning and spinning

Filled with my future
Going around and around
Unbreakable circles

Waiting for nature to break them
Waiting a little to long
There will be a time where i will break
The unbreakable
This poem is based on the mundane everyday

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Never Forever #Poetry

If forever is never
And I never stopped loving you
Then I love you forever.

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Two Sides Of a Coin #Poetry

I hear voices in the wind
But they do not whisper
Their tone is audible and firm
They say **** yourself it isn’t worth it
As well as ride it out and learn
Someday perhaps the trees won’t rustle
and peace may come in song
Reality will show its face
The truth I believed in all along


©VishalDutia. 2019. All Rights Reserved

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The Beauty The Unknown Brings #Poetry

Stuck in limbo,
suspended
between time
and space.
not knowing what
tomorrow brings,
but accepting the
beauty
the unknown brings.

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A conflicted Mind #Poetry

They taught me to grow tall, tough and strong
They taught me, never to cry
A man after all I was never to meek
What they forgot, am human at first!

Emotions come and will overpower all but none
The poor, the rich and the mighty
They all cry to life’s happenings
But I am a man, what can I do?

They taught me never to cry!

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Can You #Poetry

Can you separate your art
from your politics

Can you separate the temporal
from the divine

Can you separate the excuses
from the reasons

Can you separate purpose
from those wasted times

Can you separate your vocation
and avocation

Can you separate curiosity
from true insight

Can you separate your duty
from convenience

Can you separate the darkness
—from the light


©2018. VishalDutia. All Rights Reserved.
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Honeybee#Poetry

Two honeybees in search of pollen,
we found each other on the same flower.
We dance around,
forever tumbling in each other’s arms.

Being together,
we make the perfect honey;
sticky, sweet,
rich, and raw.

Bee mine forever
and I promise,
We will always be loved.

©VishalDutia

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Troubled Heart #Poetry

What do you want from me?
Understand this, I can’t.
My heart cannot understand this,
it constantly tricks me.

I want you. I can’t lie about this.
But you’re wrong.
My heart wants you more
than yours wants mine.

Your heart is like the wind,
constantly changing its direction.
My heart like a path;
solid with only one direction.

If it is my heart you wish to gain,
then you’ve already won it,
but my will to hold it back
you cannot maintain.