I Don’t Know

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I don’t know what to write,
Waiting for some idea to strike,
Holding on to my pen tight,
Dreams come to sight,
Good news of some strange light.

Counting my unrequited dreams,
I want to try unique themes,
Something dark reaching extremes,
It is not as easy as it seems,
I won’t give up by any means.

I don’t know where to start,
A poem or something from heart,
A tragedy or something I’m part,
With each beat passing my heart,
I realize the value of art.

Should I write something lyrical,
Or about Life being empirical,
I don’t wanna sound typical,
But is satisfaction mythical?
Or is Life critical?

I don’t know what’s best,
Life always takes test,
Take it as an order or request,
Let’s do our best,
And leave to God the rest.

-Ava Tripathy

“I don’t think people understand how stressful it is to explain what’s going on in your head when you don’t even understand it yourself”

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Let me introduce myself, I'm a human searching for reality without losing morality. My name is Ava, more precisely Ava Tripathy, the face behind the blog Avem. Humorist Indian by Nature and Sarcasm in Vein. Unpredictable and absolutely a philosophical one.

8 thoughts on “I Don’t Know

  1. Well written.

    I realize the value of art.

    True that art is very good to express your feelings and emotions. It can be any art form like writing, singing, dancing, acting, painting, etc.


  2. SMiles Dear Ava All
    In All oF ALL I SPend
    mY Days iNSuRinG

    Don’t Melt

    iNDeeD UNiQue

    Of Your Original
    Creativity TReaSuRE
    DanCinG SinGinG Your

    SoUL To Life iN All New
    Colors Home Within SPRinGS

    Yet HeaR’S

    The “Thing”
    A Life of Cold
    NumBeRS Hard
    NumBeRS To Make
    A LiVinG Will Melt A



    i’ve Experienced
    The Slow Melt As
    A Machine Made
    Human In Decades

    Of Work
    Then With

    That Yes
    IT into What i

    Just A

    BLocK Of
    Ice Never
    Lose Poetry
    Of YouR SoUL

    For Without
    Art All That’s Left

    Of SMarT iS S And M

    Without Art All That’s

    Left of HeART iS He

    Without Art

    All That’s

    Left of

    EartH iS



    To mY SoUL

    WHeRE Did Moving
    Connecting Co-Creating

    Go Yes For
    All Practical
    Intents And



    Dies Within
    When Art

    Goes To Sleep
    EYes of Your Child Inside…

    Got Stuck At “The Laundry
    Mat” Dry Cleaning my


    Last Night

    Yet Returning

    This Morning With
    Good News Even



    To Sleep
    Reborn Art Returns
    iN LiGHT Of SoUL CoLoRS NoW🎼


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