"We live in a society where you may not like everything that is happening around you. However, just because you don't like it doesn't mean it is wrong. Similarly, just because you dislike something, you don't have to keep talking about it or instigating people against it." - Nana Patekar
I fly on the wings of the unicorn She takes me to worlds unkown She is happy to have met me, After centuries, she has found someone! She flies high and dips down low, She crosses oceans, with lofty clouds below! She passes over mountains, bounding over streams She looks around with a flourish, as proudly she beams!
She takes me first to the forest of love Once upon a time, it was the land of Romeo! But he left it, after he had to part from Juliet, He was never entitled to taste the ambrosio!
She then flies on top of the tree, The one that housed the land of Achilles From thence she travels fathoms over the sea Taking me to the lush green Islands of Antilles! There we halt to taste the taste Of the ocean's breeze, warm and fuzzy Before she takes me away in a haste Making my mind wander as her wings get busy!
We go next to the land of the waterfalls The rushing gushing rivulets after a downpour They jump and run from hills very tall Soothing my eyes, weary and sore! The unicorn however will not rest yet 'Come with me, theres much more to show' She sings to me as she gets wet, She then dives down gracefully and slow!
She then climbs a slope so steep It is colourful and yet a weapon of the Gods Just then I wake from a sleep so deep, When I was about to climb on the Rainbow rods! I find myself lying on my bed The Unicorn gone, I am alone instead I smile happily, for I travelled very far, And went around centuries, just within an hour!
No, I don't go in search of beautiful metaphors. Neither, do I add some mountains like tough words.
I just take a break from this real world; To visit my invisible world. A place know one knows about.
It's not my happy place, But, it's somewhere, I still have you. A place that's cold enough to kill yet somehow blissfully comforting to me. The place yet to be abandoned by you; maybe never I'll let you walk away from here.
There, I wander in the abyss of red ocean to find you. I time-travel to the past days When I had a reality to adore. Full of you, the stars and a pretty tranquil sky.
I see my heart sink in the memories all over again. Yes, I feel my heart shatter Into zillion of pieces again.
Now, as it starts to strangle and jab me to bleed out of life; that's when I drag myself out back in this real life. To have a breathe and save my poor life.
Then, I write with my mercilessly bleeding hands. All, about the tremors and the ever-winning pain. I let my heart ink with it's blood All the love and the hate it has felt.
It gives me a lot of ache but, never equal to the one I feel, When they ask me and I say " It's just a poem " As, I burry my tears and screams in the the graveyard of my soul.
My darling, that's how I write, When I write it about you.
Alone we are limited, unite we are limitless. This is my 2nd collab with this mindblowing and talented writer @seaweed Thank you very much for giving me a chance to write with you. This poetry of ours will really show what this year was all about. ✌️
"PORTRAIT OF 2020"-
A brand new decade with, New dreams and hopes Foretold to be a milestone, Reach to grab your success. All that futile talk about plans, Glad I forgot to write down goals.
Catastrophe unfurls So did sapiens anger Riots turn cruel This month was a challenger. Some said covid some said virus Came unexpected and undesirous.
The warm summer breeze, Brought with it fear and death. To touch was to kill, No room for free will. Borders shut down, Tearing us apart.
Gyms got closed so did salons Time slowed down from morning to moon The one who wrote this had his bday Celebrated at home in a different way Work from home came a new thing Goggle meet and zoom became the new king.
Displaced people, nowhere to go. Plagued by hunger and doubt. Bleeding feet on railway tracks. An exodus to save their lives. No livelihood, deserted belongings, A lifetimes's work thrown away.
This month came a shock Ssr was the only talk The legend was buried Many candles were carried. Virus made a boom Demises got resumed.
Traveling from Instagram to Facebook, Life was dalgona and pies. A thousand ways to cut confetti, Memes and trolls and idleness Wondering if life had meaning Are we play things to dispel God's boredom?
Month of independence came All we wanted was liberty from virus Irritation stared china to blame They kept dodging it was not us. Our borders disputed so did our people To beat them we turned evil.
Onam came again, Mahabali was probably quarantined I guess he worked from home as well, Like us, devoid of our lifelines, Devoid of people, devoid of life, Yet a symbol of resilience.
Cinemas got over ott made a debut Prime hotstar Netflix made a profit and grew Controversies of Bollywood also took a rise Be it kangana, she was playing ice pies. Audience were enjoying the drama this month created They didn't go out but their hearts got elated.
Winter crept in, colder perhaps, And brought with it hope, This too shall pass. Still awaiting a cure, More hopeful perhaps. Let time speak if our woes end.
Hoping this year just end Will not miss 2020, it really did offend The winter the Christmas the new year Wishing to pass the last month without fear. What a different time it was, changed everything But sapiens are strong, they can bear anything.
Also anyone else wants to collab with me just write in the comment box. ✌️
I wish I could write a poem. one where words fall into a rhyme to take your breath away. it may not make sense to many but I know you would understand.
like a starry night
I've been told that people are like poems. I can write a letter then another and a few more to a word to a line to some metaphors but I wonder if it ever will look like you.
perhaps you aren't a poem that fit so well on some white sheet for a stranger to read. you are stories of countless lives that feels like one, the stories wind carries on December nights.
aren't we all are some mistakes that need some correction? moving a little forward to catch a little breath.
I cannot tell how many stars have been died since the last time I wrote to you it looks so different but you would understand.
do you ever miss the stars that aren't there anymore, or does it scares you that they don't care about what you write about?
maybe people aren't poems, but stars that you write about from afar you only miss the ones that you write about.
maybe it is all our futile attempt to find a meaning to an existence that exists for a moment then drift afar.
I wish I could write but you would understand.
are words enough to tell what you feel, or the flickering lights up above are enough on a silent night? how would you know when I die if all you could hear is this familiar silence that the wind carries, would you feel the melancholy when the wind caress your skin, or would you look for warmth and wonder about the stars?
I wonder what you would write on a night like this, where the wind is a little too cold. but you always loved the snow that fall a little late a little far.
if you could be anywhere where would you go one among the stars or some lines on a white sheet?
I wish I could write, but I can't, I know you would understand.