My someone rare

hey everyone, it's me Udbhav, now you have the sixth episode of Podcast "poetic Strokes". you can stream it on Spotify and every streaming platform, follow our instagram for more updates various links to stream Podcast: https://linktr.ee/PoeticStrokes POETRY: What happened ? The glow is dazzling, Around like many holes In between the body, In between the soul Light Pearce through me Enveloping the darkness Void inside me began to fill Blackness faded from the end’ Little things growing inside the dead Just like a dentist filling my teeth Trying to sleep beneath, Songs in my mind Heart being kind, This happens rarely Only a matter of time Sparkling glimpses of my lighted soul Size is decreasing joining those holes Sounds like i am healing, Teaching myself, more like a lesson My face is dull need some blessings Like the white lines, Like I've just turned older Dragging inside like i am only mine Wait, something’s missing! Where's my so called happiness Does it also need a harness?

hey everyone, it's me Udbhav, now you have the fifth episode of Podcast “ poetic Strokes”. you can stream it on Spotify and every streaming platform, follow our instagram for more updates instagram: https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=91u1qty5lj9b&utm_content=nymz4fj various links to stream Podcast: https://linktr.ee/PoeticStrokes POETRY: Oh my father my someone rare From the gather Never told you this I don't remember my childhood that clear Only thing i remember is that You were always near The way you taught me How to face the fear I remember those scholds Those life saving holds Always given me space to fly Much i want but what happened now Why are we running Like you are escaping every slant I want to travel with you I want to be considered I want some hugs I want your time, every time I wish to live again that year nine I never said you never felt The wall of silence never melt We are still a family who consists all the care Someone like you must found rare All the feelings and distances are true I just want to say I LOVE YOU

hey everyone, it's me Udbhav, now you have the fourth episode of Podcast “ poetic Strokes”. you can stream it on Spotify and every streaming platform, follow our instagram for more updates instagram: https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=91u1qty5lj9b&utm_content=nymz4fj various links to stream Podcast: https://linktr.ee/PoeticStrokes POETRY: A desirable life is what you think Of you think You imagine having wings Some powers you can exhibit Need power of fire or ice Cutting the creatures with shadow knives What you know you can't be But you try to fancy You have your power of voice, your eyes You do have your hands and legs You only catch flies You have the grey cells all in your mind So try something you love Fly with your success just like invisible wind Have you ever seen colours All different Some bright, some dark Some shine, some fades The colours you have you don’t care of them You like the others you don't have This is not your need this is just a desire Just like wishing a desirable life

hey everyone, it's me Udbhav, now you have the third episode of Podcast “ poetic Strokes”. you can stream it on Spotify and every streaming platform, follow our instagram for more updates instagram: https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=91u1qty5lj9b&utm_content=nymz4fj various links to stream Podcast: https://linktr.ee/PoeticStrokes POETRY: I never waited this long, no one wants to for the day when all will lose hope and will be forgotten just as a sad old news that once existed only for couple of years between many other headlines and middle ones in which few are interested and they also won’t last longer, everybody is going to die and no one’s gonna remember you but we still try to love-hate, run, rest and chase when all we have to do is live the life. Nobody knows if we will get another one. We are confused about the fact that there will be something life changing and their life would be remembered but nothing goes as straight as parallel lines, though lines have curves, ups and downs, shape and size. The question still stands between life and you. Are you living life to live or to survive?

hey everyone, it's me Udbhav, now you have the second episode of Podcast “ poetic Strokes”. you can stream it on Spotify and every streaming platform, follow our instagram for more updates instagram: https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=91u1qty5lj9b&utm_content=nymz4fj various links to stream Podcast: https://linktr.ee/PoeticStrokes POETRY: Nothing is beyond you, nothing is far Take your dreams with you Make it your car Fly through times and vanish your scars Blood is hot inside the body Try to remove it You'll be still at peace, at your calm At no worries But can you feel the same? With blood in your body Like you see your inner self Like you have some special eyes not less than poisonous pins, Not more than lies Haven't you heard everyones gonna die And everyone will be reborn Some at diamonds and some at torns But you need to love your future Because you will be the one to built it that way

hey everyone, it's me Udbhav, now you have the first episode of Podcast “ poetic Strokes”. you can stream it on Spotify and follow our instagram for more updates instagram: https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=91u1qty5lj9b&utm_content=nymz4fj POETRY: Getting older It's so hard to accept the possibilities and letting hope enter in your heart, Life seems easy when you don't care, but when you're forced to care life becomes a game with stages. Growth grows liabilities. Someone said to me that if you manage to be happy and responsible at a time you'll get everything you want. But is that so easy? I don't think so! I'm aging and I'm worried about my future, losing someone forever. How will I handle such a situation when I'm an older child. I don't want to cry but some days I do. I think it's okay to cry and it's okay to feel alive As I get old my memories begin to fade just like printed ink. my mind is so complicated right now that I am imagining the moments never happened. I am so scattered by the thought of losing someone I love that I even try to convince myself with lies, that everything's going to stay where it is. somewhere my heart knows that everyone's gonna die and someday I will be lost in the remembrance of someone I loved. “time heals everything” they say but ‘No’ time makes us old and help forgetting the old memories with passing hour. often I think how cruel is time tightening its trip around everyone's neck