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An ode to Women

For when I raised my head and prayed to the powers above, They heard me and sent forth an angel full of compassion, power and love. I see her in the smile of that little girl who holds the flower, Her power wields swords in front of which cowards cower. She's the one that lights up the room when she laughs, The one who holds me when my world goes dark. If God is a sculptor, she's his finest creation, Every form that I've seen her in, evokes within me myriad emotions. I bow to the goddess in her, I adore the compassionate caregiver she is. I love her smile, her curves, her hair In her embrace, I've known true bliss. Thousand are the ways in which I seek her, And more are the forms she meets me in. And so I bow my head in thanks to the creator, For he saved me by creating women.

The Pact

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My pact with the devil is complete, all he asked in exchange for peace is a piece of my soul. The one I gave, was the one that held the key It was the one that kept me whole. At least he was honest, brutal but honest, He kept his side of the bargain too. He gave me peace, and that's when I realized I'm in love with Chaos, through and through. And so I asked him for my soul back, for I no longer craved peace. and that was when he laughed , his black hollow laugh and said "The devil doesn't do returns, and besides, your soul is already a part of me."

We the People

Read about the jostling and shoving Priyanka Gandhi, and other ladies had to undergo at a midnight march being held by RaGa in protest against the Kathua and Unnao rape cases. Everyone started shoving her and others around to get selfies. These were people who had joined a protest march to show solidarity with women and stand for "justice". Actually, sorry that would be the fluff piece version. Most of the people there were not there in anguish and despair, they were there so they could capture smug faces of theirs with either Priyanka or her brother, post it on FB or any other social media network, with hashtags like #womenequaltomen #standingagainstrape #metoo or some other bs, then sit eagerly and compulsively check their phone every 45 seconds to see the number of likes and comments garnered. If they'd have been there to honour the memories of the victims, and stand for justice (boy that's become a popular word), they wouldn't have behaved like teenagers ho...

Why do I read?

It's not just turning pages, It's casting away one emotion and choosing another one. It's like finding an old friend on some days, and the feeling of making a new one on some. It's a trip around this beautiful planet of ours one day, and the next it's a quest to find another sun. "Oh, that's just like me" are my favourite kind of days too, and the ones where I am nowhere to be seen. There are days that start out bright and sunny, and transform then into the greyest of greys. But hey, it's ok, there's another day, another book, another place I've not yet been. There's mirth and laughter, and childish abandon. There are secrets and lies, honest intentions and dishonest actions too. There's being an adult, with all the hype that comes with it There's finding love, losing it, and all the hope and despair which is deeper than the ocean's blue. It's the path not taken, it's a well worn roa...

I slept with a broken heart

I slept with a broken heart. And I woke up with a body. A windowless room, a never ending road A night darker than the Devil's mind. I slept with a broken heart, And found myself alone. A world of billions, a million within my reach And yet I walk alone. I slept with a broken heart, And thoughts flew by like leaves in autumn. Memories rose and faded like waves, Till all there was, was a tranquil bottom. I woke up without any feeling, I walked without a purpose. I woke up with a broken heart. I slept with no dreams ever again.

Into the blue of my oblivion

Into the blue of my oblivion, The stars are fiery red. The sun beats down burning up the earth, The living are already dead. Into the blue of my oblivion, I have just shadows around. There's a cacophony, a ruckus, But if you listen, there's no sound. Into the blue of my oblivion, I look towards the heavens And grey skies is all i see. The scenery feel like it won't change, For another eternity. So I lock up my blue, and toss the keys away. But when I raise my head up Everything's turned blue, much to my dismay. And so the blue of my oblivion, seems like it's here to stay.

Divergent

You had my heart. And every rule I was not willing to bend for others I broke for you. It wasn't a fairytale But true love with all its ups and downs. And then one day you said it doesn't seem right anymore, Maybe you stopped loving me but I was too far ahead to know. And I kept clinging on to the moments, replaying them in my head Smile at the funny ones, and the sad ones kept hurting me again. For far too long, I thought what you felt was temporary I wished, nay willed for you and me to be us again Everyone who knows thought wow, how amazing they've come this far together And I was the only one who didn't know when our paths diverged in twain.