Pain is like tinnitus :
Some pains are Subjective...
it can only be heard by you !
While other pains are Objective...
That can be heard by other people also !!
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23 MAR 2018 AT 17:12
1 JUN 2019 AT 1:45
Your whispers . They are not aware that you departed .
So now they sing the same song that you
usually used to , but slowly as my ears are
sensitive to sound . Sometimes it makes me weep
but what can I do after all its my favorite song .
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28 MAR 2022 AT 7:58
my Tinnitus,
its intensity aggravates,
when I recollect him more.
It's a boon or a bane,
Baba, you should explain.-
2 AUG 2018 AT 16:38
I shall make a velvet
cushion out of all
my unsaid words,
times I looked at
you without looking,
searching for you in
strangers and liquor. Every time
I chose silence over love talks.
I shall make a bouquet
of sweetest words dipped
in honey cravings of
my voluptuous desires.
Tears I shed when I
missed you so much
my heart almost burst
open revealing old wounds too.
My metronome
gives me tinnitus,am stone
deaf! Color blind! Living dead!
I shall dedicate my life
for you, I will delicately
string along all those places
we never dreamt of going,
I will build temples in your name.
But, promise me you will
always be the last nail in my coffin.
~ Jael Varma
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5 OCT 2020 AT 5:00
My life is such a short lived moment.
The epic release of euphoria quickly gets replaced by torture that only Satan can summon upon a frail victim of weakness and no belonging.
Most believe in one God in one form or another
God does not exist
He would not put me through this Hell
On one hand the Devil rear’s his ugly head and laughs upon the struggle, the loud egregious pandemic of self loathing and wanting to be single, alone and eventually be able to feel free of the mind then the rope that has gently been released around my neck will double up into a Staffordshire knot and relieve me of my symptoms and never thinking ever again.
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21 JAN 2019 AT 8:02
Tinnitus:
The Sound of Silence for me,
exists only,
in my cherished memory-
16 SEP 2020 AT 4:47
People want to hear the truth but hate the words spoken.
Tomorrow night I should be playing a Blues gig in front of 1000 adoring fans
But instead I’m learning some shit about electric installation
How life panned out, right ?
Destiny was never meant to be this way-
20 JAN 2019 AT 18:57
The sound of silence, for me, exists only, in my cherished memory
(Full poem below)-