Once when i was young, I used to see so many dreams with open eyes, Now I am afraid of dreams, the vitreous dream shattered! Once when I was young, I was running after butterflies, not knowing how many wings supported me and now I am afraid in the wings of osmosis, the colors burn!
Once when I was young, I was curious about my mind. I wandered at the new excitement like a puppy. Now curiosity does not get the edge, heart broken and choked! Once when i was young, love seems fluffy clouds of veil, flickering heart on ludicrous but it came out as a fire flame burning my soul with time thus vapours sail.
//Once I was young , the intensely flaming mask had liquid amber eyes to keep the picturesque many secrets alive. Now in the bygone days, an era of history has come which has abandoned innocence, love and fair play. Now the enlarged heart catches a glimpse of silver hair just to appreciate//
~But I L e a r n e d shared L o v e and L i v e d and again all the odds the child(in me) Survived~
While I wait for the ferry intermittently cogitating consequences of losing you in renunciation or of keeping you in the cages of acceptance in which I have been prisoner in a world that holds me, my ankles chained by the possibility of you
epics scribbled into QR codes or in newspaper margins preclude me in your abnegation of me your ivory throat and soft contours throw up possibilities of insanity in every crevice of inappropriate furrows on my forehead left by months of contemplation of you and nothing can quite diminish, far less extinguish, the pensiveness of damselflies in the iridescent Garden of Summer dying in an Autumn evening at the onset of Winter
one by one sugar sachets crumple on the floor one by one the Stirrers of Melancholy agitate anguishes of the impossibility of you as you measure me spoon by spoon looking for something settling in the dregs with the viscosity of fluid desires that preempt renunciation and engender promiscuous liaisons unexpressed unrequited unfulfilled
the ferry comes and goes Charon overlooks my passage Hades and Hope are empty again
My submission for the challenge hosted by @jaya___ A post dedicated to the best piece of art I have seen. Ever!
During the days of naivety I found solace in them Rachael, Monica, Phoebe, Joey, Chandler and Ross They became my family My Friends And I never felt forlorn Indeed if it wasn't my day Or my week or month, For Six Years They've been there for me I laughed at their hilarity Cried with their sorrow Was overwhelmed by all the marriages Babies, proposals and those apartments And sighed at the utterance of the Wrong Name I never was On a Break with them For they held my hand tightly When situations went awry I learnt a plethora of things from them And still hold it dearly
Rachael taught me to be confident And that it is fine to be a bit spoilt Whilst being a genuine friend Monica taught me importance of discipline And to be a thread that holds everyone To nurture and embrace the company Phoebe taught me to be unapologetically weird To wear unconventionality as a crown And not care about others' opinions Joey taught me to love my curves, seriously! And that being a foodie is cool Swear loyalty even at the cost of your happiness Chandler taught me to be debonair In my imperfections and flaws And to find humour in everything Ross taught me to be pragmatic To have clear goals and to just be yourself Even if people find you boring due to your intellect
Hence, I know what kinship means I know what being a friend means I know that situation won't always be in your favour I know to seek out little things I know to never let go of hope And I know to live my life with happiness and laughter
Just like they did, and still do. As for me, the show is not over.
Blah. Idk what this nasha is . Something new I tried . #end
As I have seen many of you didn't got the actual point in this post pardon my negligence let me elaborate it
The first verse is about wine how it touches the throat what we feel even the colada feels a piece of trash in front of it till we puke it out in dustbins and it burn into areas surrounded with blood death and hearses . (The taste of wine is like the wet sand after rain)
Second verse states that: I have talked about few girls as periwinkles its like wine sex and love or pain. So yeah, they walked in a ballroom trying to look as elegant as this is what erupts their synchondrosis joint. Like a categorized clichè girl. Fueling their dresses with bra cups, underarms and hips all ready and cleaned up and at that time the pimples when start pirouetting on their skin many stares which are eerie make them loose the last gum of their mouth as they bump with any man and he use her on his dashboard cupboard and then she again bloom in mudpots but the end is always pain and pain. (It means the suburbs and (bra) cups are carved with foolish people's gaze)
Last verse is about the themeparks the childhood we have lived and with time we killed it with our own desires its all cold now unfathomable and bizarre life filled with bewildered gossamers and confusions . (I gulped in love to feel the pain) Hope this helps :)
Always remember you are a 'Devi' (Only in Navaratra) Remaining days you will be kept aside You will be deprived Of what not ? Of the most basic right 'Equality' .
Your parents may educate you to fulfill your dreams But what about the colleagues you will accompany? Your brother will share equal opportunities, But what about the husband you are married to when he restricts your wardrobe ?
You may be called beta at home but what about the relatives who want you to marry soon even though you are the youngest among all the siblings you played in the same lawn ?
And then for a day you will be prayed and feets washed just like they do to 'Devi Maa' But the number will be same or more of raped women and harrassed cages.
And then even after so many atrocities society may call you misandrist to stand for your own sake to prove you wrong they will call you with few other terms which they themselves have never heard of.
But never forget You are a Devi even if you keep a bald head or you a wear a skirt little less or you an impotent or you marry a little late or you do what you are not taught to.