You hold it inside And you realise Your heart craved For that peace From the moment Your brain started Registering feelings. It felt like Millions of dreams Are going to be fulfilled. It felt like The deep slumber That invigorates you For the rest of the day. When you were having A bad time It came to you As an assured hold On your sweaty palms. When everything's bad It is what will come to you It is something good Because good always Finds the way to A heart that holds hope. It is hope.
On clumsy days
Whilst the frost kissed panes
Whisper, Et tu, Brute?
to the waltzing evening breezes
We put on our misfit hoodies
And get cosier in our personal space
And sip on our Bohemia cups
That mismatch with the masks we wear
Or with the purple strands of hair
That roll deep down your neckline
Like the roots of an immigrant soul
In wistful hopes of finding
Not a house but a home
You quote to me,
“ We accept the love we think we deserve”
And the next day you’ve replaced
All the tulips with plastic wallflowers
Cause love, love is a misnomer
And you, a perpetual ghost town
You say you like the sunsets
In its vermilion glory,
Much like the sanguine threads
That run down our palms
Determining our destiny
I quote Nietzsche to you
"He who fights with monsters
might take care lest
he thereby become a monster."
Like the blush of dawn
That corny poets romanticise
In itself every dawn holds
A universal language
But then, my dear
We, writers are good snitches
Are good at whims and muses
Yet so poor interpreters
of thy sub conscious richness
First attempt at #concrete Poetry. Inspired by the 'guitar' art by @ericwk Very challenging to blend art in poetry quite literally. But challenges inspire us to break out of the rut and go beyond the limits we set for ourselves.
Must agree that I have compromised on content & grammar to preserve the aesthetics. But can't deny that sometimes beauty takes precedence over soul.
Presenting 'Little black dress'
Heartfelt gratitude to @mirakee@writersnetwork and to all the readers who have showered such generous comments. More than elated
Planted for a reason, or a thousand undeniable, she is here and hence the world.
Water her roots, no, don't uproot. That is where her essentiality fibres. Branching wild, into the lands untrodden, diggings deep and carving out paths, for us to walk, for us to envision, a journey new, with stories to brew. Leading, guiding and walking along, radiating empathy, support, and a spine so strong.
Let her bud, no don't hinder. She is reaching for a universe with dreams and dandelions. Let her kiss the sky so blue, into a pink, a purple, or crimson-y hues. She is aiming for the clouds, with agony; so full. To dust the remorse off their surface, to drink their fears, tear by tear, and paint rainbows as many, with her brush, magical.
Let her bloom, no don't pluck. Her petals carry talents unknown. She is unfurling into a world or more, where shootings stars find a safe landing. Where wishes are worked hard upon and angels weave your cloak of ethnicity, meticulously from your ball of character. Where modernity and those primal vibes, walk hand in hand, with you in between. Where you are you, unbudgingly. Where this world exists, non-chalantly.
Oh, those thorns you see? She has to hold on to them, in self defence. To keep you away, to keep us away. The us that bask in her beauty, the us that take shelter in her shade but uproot her when our egoes fail to reach her heights.
She needs to keep redeeming her worth, doesn't she?
Let her grow. For she is growing into all the whats and hows and whys we have ever wondered about.
On this day of world mental health. Being the one who has gone through depression, I just wanted to say a few things about mental health and depression. I just want to make you feel that things will be ok if you are going through it.
Depression is something that not everyone understands, unless they have gone through it, and have felt like its something that they are wearing like skin. Every day it begins to feel like everything you touch will die. It sometimes feels like you are in constant darkness and everything seems meaningless.
People can get into this pit in many ways I feel, might be they were trying to save someone from the hell, and they found the purpose in it, and they sat there forever to save more people.
They say depression is like an abusive relationship that you have with yourself. It feels like you have made a friend who always stands behind you and whispers constantly the things like "You are not good enough", "You will never be happy", "You are a joke", "You will never be worthy of something or someone" and many other mean things you wouldn't say to anyone else. The thing about all this is, when you hear this for a very long time, you will begin to believe it somewhere.
But I want to say something. If you are going through it, hold yourself together. I know how it feels to fight with that person who is always with you, and who knows you so well.
It feels like you fight with him every day, to pull him out of that driver seat and take the wheel for yourself, while he constantly sits behind you staring you in the mirror. And the moment you feel whatever he said was right, he will take back that control again.
This whole fight with yourself will drain a lot of energy from you. But believe me, things will be alright. Just don't give up. The day that you are praying and wishing for isn't very far. When you arrive on that day, you will turn back and thank yourself for keeping the fight on and never giving up.
Whenever he/she says those mean things to you again. Tell them not today, tell them you are stronger than you believe. You are better than you think you are. You deserve the whole world if you want to. And you are worthy of everything you wish for.
Just keep that fight on. And remember, you are the best.
But he forced me into writing and since I had nothing else in my head, I wrote about the stuff happening to me. Pass right along, because this does not make sense. And it's half hearted. But it's still there.