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BY NIHARIKA JAISWAL

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Floating Consciousness

Dropping my masks,
Skin and flesh too,
And the skeleton.

I am now brain,
and heart,
and liver, and pancreas.

Everything inside so mechanical,
Every feeling a chemical,
As if what I am
Is a mathematical equation,

So I drop those too
My brain, my heart,
My liver, my pancreas.

I am now a floating consciousness,
Not dependent on any life functions,
Neither needing anything,
Nor influenced by everything,
Just pure floating consciousness.

I wonder what would it feel like,
Would it feel like nothing,
Or would it feel like everything,
Or are nothing and everything the same thing.

-N

 

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Poetry © Copyright 2020, Niharika Jaiswal

Be.

A bee sat on a flower,
A soft pink fading into shades of white flower,
Gentle and fragile and full of life flower.
It wasn’t what the flower wanted,
But as the bee took it’s nectar and left
Leading the flower to its withering and eventual fruition,
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Flawed yet Infinite

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Transient hearts and faces,
Frames made of clay
Cracks in many places.

People aren’t usually great,
Greatness is in the ideas, the deeds, the creations
Created by a flawed human race.

We were flawed before we did something great,
We were flawed when were doing something great,
We will be flawed after we have done something great .

No need for blame or guilt, flawed is the way of mortals,
A child forever, Ignorant, dependent and fragile,
Flawed yet infinite in their potential to produce greatness.

-N

 Photographer unknown
Poetry © Copyright 2019, Niharika Jaiswal

That’s How

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In it with all that you are,
All that you have been, and all that you will ever be,
In it with all honesty, of both facts and feelings;
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The Book

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living my life as many different versions of my self,
Every version poses a different personality,
Different manners and movements
Even the faces are slightly different.

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If You Exist

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You exist, and if you exist, you deserve to exist.

And I don’t mean it as a cosmic,  divine idea, while it might also be that, but It’s also plain logic first. Look at it like this, if you win a contest, you deserve the prise; if you win a lottery, you deserve the money; so if as a sperm you won the race of life, you deserve to exist. Simple as that.

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Meaning In Abyss

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We have been told life is a certain way,
Seldom they tell us why of it all.
We fall into the abyss of meaninglessness
Of this existence that comes from the comforts of the world.
No real crisis, no immediate threats, first world problems,
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Empty Faces

A Busy footpath in the heart of Dublin

 

I look around me,
And I see so much Sadness.

I look around me,
And I see so much joy.

I look around in crowded places
I look at all the empty faces,
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Time

I am a merchant of dreams, a buyer of lives,
You can’t refuse to sell but you get to name your price.
He said, “I will take your life one way or another,
What would you like to die for if you had a choice?”

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