Unfiltered

Unfiltered

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Unfiltered episodes

  • What if!?
    What if…
    damn what a question
    A question that asks you to lay all your cards
    A question that calls your bluff from the start
    You can’t hide from it, as it asks you to believe and pull the card from the deck
    What if…
    It’s like an invitation to an adventure
    A blank check to the treasure
    A song yet to be written
    A flower yet to bloom
    What if, what if, what if…
    My mind spins, and I shiver
    It’s an undefined feeling that gives me smiles and tear
    A ticking clock which makes you time travel to the possibilities of future
    A desire, a dream, a hope… what if!?
    2 min
  • Morning
    Wake up in the morning and hold me in ur arms.
    Kiss my forehead and tell me that you love me.
    Kiss my eyes and wipe the tears I slept with.
    Kiss my cheeks and let me know that you dreamt of me.
    Kiss my chin and tell me that you think I am stupid but I am your stupid.
    Kiss my nose and tell me that you think that I am not supposed to stay angry with you.
    Kiss my lips and tell me that you are mine.
    Teach me how to love you.
    Make me believe in love again.
    Make me believe in being worthy of my love’s gaze.
    Wake up in the morning and tell me…
    2 min
  • Look me in the eyes
    Look me in the eyes and say,
    Say that each moment was a lie
    Say that each kiss was a way to say goodbye
    Say that each hug was a lonely embrace
    And love, say you won’t drop a tear when we part ways
    Say that you never cared
    Say that you got scared
    Say that world matters more than love
    And love, say that you will let this crush without a sigh
    For I have heard someone say,
    What is that love that’s scared to be there.
    What is that love which won’t fight with the world for their love’s tears
    What is that love that says, let’s part ways
    For before you go, I want to know
    Love, look me in the eyes and say.
    2 min
  • Introduction
    Allow me to introduce myself
    For all you know is a mirage, a trace
    I don’t care for your grace
    I don’t care if your desires are misplaced
    I am the holy grail of love
    the forbidden fruit they curse
    I slay the desire of heaven
    I dry the deep wells of hell
    As innocent as I am,
    There are curses that I dive in and dwell
    You wish to smush me like a dropped flower
    But how so u missed my pointed dreaded armour
    Don’t be a fool and judge me yet
    Cause I am a sweet dream of heaven and the nightmare from the dungeons of hell.
    2 min
  • Scratch Me Not
    Every time you walk past that door,
    You scratch my wounds
    You make me crawl back in pain
    You make me recall every hurt till date
    Every time you promise to fix things up
    A dent, a crack, a knot remains untouched
    You still give me that unworthy vibe
    You still make me helpless in my eyes
    You still make me question every why
    Every time you think you deserve
    I ask where were you when people loved to hurt
    I ask your intentions with me
    I ask the reason for your absence even when you were present near me
    And still you walk past that door
    Scratching every wound of mine
    Pausing to give a smile
    You think you are doing right by me
    You think you deserve my love till eternity
    You think I need to be your undisputed legacy
    You think… you believe… you choose
    And I… stay still in pain, in agony
    As you watch my scratched wounds
    And you walk past that door with a smile
    Walk past tht door… scratching me
    2 min
  • Mona Lisa
    Blank canvas, blank page, blank...
    Feels empty with no thoughts.
    Or may be the thoughts are plenty.
    Overlapping like the creepers,
    that try to cover all the ground.
    Unsure where it begins, where it stops, and where does it truly belong.
    A destiny, a desire of sorts
    Lost in the layers of infinite fear of first stroke going wrong.
    Let lose O’ my mind.
    Let go of the fear once in a while.
    Let the Mona Lisa smile.
    1 min
  • Damn You
    It’s funny how the world sees a lioness in me
    And I curl in the corner every night while purring quietly.
    It’s confusing to find smiles on my walls and tear in my eyes
    For I don’t know what made me fluctuate and shiver inside.
    For I don’t know why I am awake tonight.
    I can’t comprehend this emptiness,
    This wish to be let lost but still a hope to hold on
    It’s so tragic, so mesmerising still
    That I dance on a rhythm of shattered thoughts
    I wish I could scream
    And I wish I could be mute all day long
    Damn you! Damn you me!
    I just close my eyes n wish for the dawn.
    2 min
  • Stardust
    Spec of thoughts
    Thoughts of spec
    Who are you and who am I
    I am looking up at this sky
    Mesmerised and terrified at the same time
    Who are you and who am I
    The grand and the grandeur
    mysterious is the meaning of life
    The truth of what we see or the truth of the unknown, unseen by eyes
    Who are you and who am I
    It’s like looking in the mirror and finding yourself in disguise
    The cosmos is vast and minutest is our identity
    Still chest is filled with ego and no clarity
    Still world revolves around the spec of a being in mind
    Why don’t we question inspite
    Who are you and who am I
    Just a spec of stardust, time travelled through the light is who you are and who I am
    Close the eyes, for the dust has to settle in the night.
    2 min
  • Unearth Self
    Few seeds of joy,
    Few sprinkles of tears,
    Glistening ray of hope,
    And with a hug to self, like the soil that embodies around a lonely sprout.
    I lay deep in dark, not sure since how long.
    It’s time to carve my way out.
    It’s time to open my arms and stand tall.
    For the flowers need to blossom and the bees need to dance
    For the fruits can come only if the stem is strong.
    Enough of hiding under the soil.
    Dig deep for strong roots and climb higher to catch the rain clouds.
    It’s time to unearth the real me,
    It’s time to unearth self.
    2 min

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Unfiltered Poetry are feelings of love, loss and everything else a being with heart and soul experiences in between. Sometimes like a letter to “Fakir - the nomad” and sometimes to self.