The places we left still breathes our part aura by aura...
Walking down the streets once we walked together drag me into the insignia,
The swings we sat on cries out of the rust whispering the songs u we're singing for me like a chant that is holy as ever.
The water hitting the rock forcefully screams at me asking where you are, I say them, you've died! bowing my head down...
Then oceans pull me into it and tell me glomming, "Can you both come back together? and cherish me making me sweet like you both did, because now they'll notice me salty"...
I walk away from the ocean, unanswering its questions! These questions pinch my heart and make me bleed on them, on the places and things which remembers "US" not just "Me" or "You"!
When flowers were blossoming new, Constellation was dreaming of us, Void betwixt our fingers was unspaced, When love was blind, love was hysterical, love was wild. Seasons seemed the same, colors went fade! You and I felt souls belonging to white-winged glare, It seemed we were all of the Soulful red and inseparable glue,
But we are barely dewing blue, Now it's hard to rehash that, You belong to the sky and the moon Leaving me, ahead of a star by star, but the places we left still breathes our part aura by aura...
The soul needs peace over, a chaos wrecking the bone by bone & filling the grief cell to cell, The soul needs to enjoy the sunrise over, the dawn endlessly kissing the eyes and hugging with nightmares, The soul needs a hymn of albatross over, the chants of the crows inducing to a self-harm rhythms, The soul needs a holy dew fondling the skin Over, the touches still flowing through blood to blood, stimulating to the death, The soul needs a fragrance of wild blooms, Over, the stench of scandalous blossoms riping the essence of a happy life, The soul wants to drench in dense water, to cleanse the nostalgia of demon's pierce's all over the skull.
The soul is hollowed in the senses of a bruise!
they call it a delicate Is that the reason to violate?
If it was delicate Why do we pretend to be dared?
DELICATE OR A STRONG
The soul deserves a melody in between the melancholy, Grap that melody into a bag because we all know we are in a drought!
Walking down 12th Street and feeling Goosebumps of the 19 teen how jerking off my shoe sweat under the shocks that never meant to my teen
We waddled miles where our shoes simultaneously shared the different emotions, Gashes of my clashing miles Daisies of my lovable city lights Choas of my unanswered keys!
Bottling your smile one by one I roam the miles we ran without fear Tweeting the trees alone I put them in chaos, they offer me a hammock then I struggle with my shoes getting soot because all I was used to was strutting on your shoes to adjust the hammock
"Giving up on all or Giving it a new birth What are doing? Do u store all the memories in your heart?" They asked!! I'm trying to erase the miles we created, though I still see the shoes in my closet that make me pause. I spelled it out.
Some are the insignia of his naughtiness where he holds my leg tight and nourish my white shoe with all the chocolate cream that disturbed him and some, the insignia of his love and care where he wiped the same off and tied the lays up which would have made me fall.
'I suppress all the memories in my shoes rather than the heart', I spelled it meaningful. People always find me sarcastic and rude So, I don't put the effort to make them understand the intensity of the word and the tone.
This piece went through so many changes. I felt like sharing the entire journey of writing this one because it's worth it. If you don't want to read this, you can skip it and directly jump to the poetry part. So here it is. Initially, Medusa, Athena, and some other characters in the first draft were just supposed to be metaphors for the characters of a short dream sequence I had in mind. I started making the initial draft, like gathering bits and pieces that came to my mind about everything I wanted to cover in that sequence. While making these outlines, I just kept thinking about Medusa and what she went through (if you want to know her story, the original story, check my comments in the comment section). Then it occurred to me that not many people from the present generation know about this Greek mythology so I should write about her instead because people should know how cruel and unfair patriarchy can get sometimes. So I deleted the previous outlines and started writing the original story in my words but the fact that Medusa always just got pain and betrayal but never the love she deserved, stopped me. Then a thought striked my mind that she deserves a love story but no one ever thought about that amidst all the monster portrayals she got and I again started it from the scratch with a prince, his kingdom, the queen, Athena, Medusa and some other characters but I got stuck in the end. According to Athena's curse, any man who ever look at her, will get petrified (turned into stone) and I could have worked it out in the story by the prince always keeping his eyes covered with a blind fold or just looking at her reflection in the water but why a man? Why it always has to be a man? That hit me really hard and I just stopped writing for a really long time. I took time to think about it and ended up writing this.
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Once upon a time, There was a princess With eyes like the reflection Of full moon in the ocean, Big and bright. Medusa fall for her Right in the first sight! She used to visit the same oak tree, Probably searching for peace, Once every week. Medusa watched her Hiding near the creek. Princess sensed her presence, And gazed at her reflection But never said a word. One's reflection never lies, Is what they say And maybe that's why She saw the girl Medusa once was And not the monster She was forced to become! "I'll confront her about my feelings The next time she visits", Medusa swore. Little did she knew, Her heart belonged to Athena, The goddess of war! Medusa waited and waited But she never returned. Queen found out About her daughter's love For their nemesis Who destroyed their kingdom And banished her From the palace, for the betrayal. Princess ran to Athena's temple And prayed to call her for help. She didn't answered, Because the affair was just a scam. A scam to break the royals, To shatter the castle of trust They shared And to show them Where they belonged! Princess stayed in the temple For nights, Helpless and hurt. She finally lost hope, Wandering around in confusion. With blurred vision From all the tears, She found herself Standing by the creek. Medusa was waiting for her Hiding in the shadows. She decided to give her some privacy To process her thoughts. The princess looked like walking chaos In the moment But still so simple. Same deep, big, shiny eyes, Same long golden locks, Same innocence dripping Down her face. Medusa waited for her to calm down But lost patience after a while 'cause she was still searching For princess's beautiful smile! She couldn't see her despair So decided to retrace her steps back But stepped on a twig instead "You don't always need to hide, you know", The princess said wiping her tears. "You knew about me this whole time?" "I sensed your presence from your shine" "My shine?" "Your reflection in water, Medusa." "You know who I am?", Medusa asked Desperately hiding the snakes on her head. "You are still beautiful, inside out. I hope you know that" Medusa smiled for the first time After a really long time. With her pale skin, Finally gaining different shades of pink Her eyes lit up As she took a step towards her love "I missed this smile" "And I, thy eyes"
I know that I've been writing these little fantasy dream sequences a lot for a while now, but one of these actually led to something really amazing. I am so excited to share that one and it's entire journey with you guys. It's still a work in progress so, you'll have to wait for it. Meanwhile, here's a piece I wrote somewhere in the mid of March but never got a chance to post. Happy reading!
Every time I breathe My heart catches hold Of the ice and pieces you left And every moment That I spend With you Feels like a Déjà vu I look for you, everywhere, When love doesn't feel right But you loving me, The way I do, is all I want People change, I know And I see you changing Every single day But it all still just Feels the same The same old love With the same old faith! World! Can't it just fly away? I want you just for myself I want you to live inside me! I don't wanna stay And I don't wanna leave, Oh love! I don't wanna stay And I don't wanna leave I just wanna see One last trick With magic rolled up your sleeves! 'cause every time I breathe I breathe you in For we need Something to break this ice Between us, that's unseen! Words! Can't they just fade away I want you to read my eyes And tell me What my heart desires Just like before I'm living every moment You wanted to forget All over again For it feels like A long lost, sweet pain And I know, When this mirror of dream breaks It'll again just leave a stain! I don't wanna hide If you are by my side You kept looking For someone to love When your love Was hiding in the plain sight! It is our destiny, is what they say But wasn't destiny, what we left behind!
Jane walked through the gallery smelling like a leftover tragedy and went straight to her grandmother's room. She knelt on the floor and lifted the lid of a glass jar kept in the corner. Letters tied with jute threads, dried roses and old photographs, all looking like someone just took them out straight from a broken hearts museum. A museum to store memories that made her grandma cry and smile at the same time until her last breath. They smelled of love and her precious tears. They were from her grampy. He was a handsome sailor who died 40 years ago. He was madly in love with grandma and she told her that he used to write her every time he went to the sea. He told her everything about the places he visited, the people he met on the way, the terrible food he had there but most importantly, how much he missed her. They met in high school and decided to stick around for some time while all their other friends left that small town to study in their dream college. Grandma got pregnant after a couple of years with Jane's father and Grampy got his dream job as a sailor to see the world. He wanted to stay back with grandma and help her through the pregnancy but she insisted that he shouldn't give up on his dream. He kept surprising her by visiting her every now and then and they would go visit their old spots to freshen up some old memories and fabricate some new ones for the parting days. They would make their own fairy world with them and all their kids travelling together some day and how they would complain about being home sick every month. Grampy died after his ship got caught up in a really bad storm and grandma decided to never leave that town.
Jane, with her shaking and wet hands, opened up the jute thread. In that moment, she remembered how every time she asked grandma if she could read those letters, she would just laugh and say, "well, of course love. But only after I die. Till then, these are just mine".
With tears rolling down her eyes, she opened up one of those letters. It was dated 17 February 1869. That was the last letter he wrote. It was old and a bit worn out at the folds.
"My beloved Paige,
I am in London right now. Yes, you guessed it right. I am visiting the beautiful Buckingham palace, first thing in the morning. I still clearly remember you told me how much you loved London after you returned back from your last field trip back in school. Now I see why these streets fascinated you so much. Oh, my love! In this moment, I can give up anything to be with you and to be able to hold you in my arms. This, touring around, visiting all these beautiful, remarkable places all over the world, it's all completely meaningless if you are not with me. I miss you so much. I have decided to come back to you and be with you for rest of my life. I had so much to tell you when I began writing this letter but now I am getting carried away with the thought of being with you, forever! See you soon my love!
Yours and only yours Finch S."
Jane sat there for a while with that letter, held close to her heart, tears rolling down her eyes and a faint smile on her face. Having shared such an important part of her grandma's memory, she felt even more close to her in that moment. She finally gathered enough strength to say her final goodbye to her sweet grandma. She got up, went to the open casket to tell her how much she loved her, carefully placed her favorite lilies in her beautiful, pale hands and read all those letters to her one last time.
Writers like me are hypocrites, our bodies are temples of love, we love saying 'if love is a temple then I'm the underlying faith in it' under our breathes and still, our poems would look like broken prayers wishing for love to be off our chest.
I saw you Dancing and screaming "It's her birthday today" Standing amongst some hundred people Running around, bursting in laughter Like a child Somewhat like a traveller going wild I remember me sitting on the ground And watching you with a huge smile on my face You grabbed my hand and asked me to dance with you But instead, I dragged you away from that crowd I remember lying down on the grass And you lying right next to me With your fingers entangled into mine, Continuously staring at the dark sky "I wish there were some more stars up in the sky. They look bored up there alone", You said. I laughed, and looked at you, Completely holding my breath Your eyes shining like the deepest hue Of aquamarine I placed my head on your shoulder And we lied there for a while. I remember us just walking Through the streets of the city In the middle of the night With you holding my hand So tight Playing with my hair Waiting for me to put up a fight I remember things getting blurry And time running like a slurry I was confused And looking around in a hurry Looking for as much as I could hold onto To remember it all Before I fall I felt your hold loosening up And you drifting away Into a world So mundane I heard a whisper As you slowly disappeared "Please don't wake up" "Don't wake up"
They say you are free To do whatever you want If only it was true 'cause now here you stand Trying to breathe in the air But breathing in chaos instead
They say you are stronger Than you know When they know Nothing about you They don't understand What you're feeling, What you've been through They tell you that they care But no one ever really sees you, For you!
They don't know That you keep yourself busy By burying your head in stories 'cause it help slow down These unbearable voices That keep you awake When you're trying to sleep And won't let you wake up In the mornin'
They say you were meant to be A doll from their dreams The one, born to fly So why do you feel suffocated All the damn time And would rather prefer dying
So why do you feel like Locked up in a coffin, A coffin of their expectations Deep down the ocean Drowning you over and over again
They say, you doubt yourself You underestimate your worth Then why does cutting yourself And bleeding to unconsciousness Sounds much easier
It's funny, how they keep telling you You are ruining your life But never really care! You make heroes Out of the survivors Searching for hope But when it's you, It hurts way more And you know, God! You know, You are just another Ticking time bomb Waiting for one last blow To give up and finally explode
You plug in your earphones And hurt your ear drums With the loud music All day To flush out the noise from your brain! You keep ignoring people Who really care 'cause you're afraid You tell them Everything's all right When you just wanna say, "I'm not okay!"