i am listening to Journey
while I produce sonnets
like a damn factory
churning them out;
my life has no meaning
But I am happy for the time being;
‘don’t stop… Believing ‘…
why do they pause
before ‘believing?’
just for the rhythm
or is there some deep meaning
hidden?
my sister called and cried,
she thinks she’s a failure;
her company was downsizing
and axed her;
i am happy she’s coming back home
and I think she’ll be happier too;
she’s not a failure
but I can’t make her listen;
it is ironic that I
who have lived in near solitude
for half a decade
can’t shut my own mouth
when I’m forced to be in company,
and she
living out there
hesitates to say to a stranger
‘Hey there.’
This post needs metaphors
to turn it into a poem…
my life has done a 360
from failure to failure
a cycle of nothingness
meaningless
existence
but I am happy
while writing my series of sonnets
About the mighty Kar-Tikan
(Hope you all had a good day… It has been a quiet one for me… And I am super bored.)
Whispers of the Universe 
*groan*… sonnets 😂
🤍✨
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Aliens don’t write poetry. We telepathically project them. Unfortunately, I can only use pen and paper while I’m stranded here.
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exactly… so it’s easier for you aliens 🙄
showing off urls sonnet writing talents 😋
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It is harder. We are not used to verbal communication. I have taken a thousand years just to reach my current level.
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a thousand….ah… Now I understand…though with age comes wisdom on this planet… what comes with age from your universe…
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Arthritis
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wow… we aren’t that different… We too 👏😂
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this felt as if we were having a conversation. hope your sister’s feeling better :))
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Thank you, Srijan. She is feeling better than before. 😀
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