Once upon a starry night,
A pendulum of forbiddenness,
crept into the soundness of mind.
The prisoners rejoiced
And the free-willed wept.
The bilateral motion of right and left
blurred the lines between.
Drained and deadening,
the pendulum unwired.
But the forbiddenness lay waiting.
Shannen
The most ironic part of love,
Is that both sides,
Are meant not to have a proper closure,
No matter how hard both are trying,
One is accepting, while the other is feeling guilty
One is hurting, while the other is being selfish
At that moment, you’d asked me,
“How do I get closure?”
I replied,
“Just stay.”
Wenny Joe
Do you?
Do you ever feel it’s inappropriate to feel the way you do?
Or just that it’s wrong if you think too much?
The things you’re doing are insane,
So they don’t even matter.
The things you face will anyone ever know it?
The tears, your bedsheets know them all.
The nights you keep rolling around, your bed sheets know them too…
The days when you’re happy and dancing on your bed... yes your bedsheets know that too…
But,
Will they ever know it?
Do you want to tell them?
Anonymous
Today was the day she was going to be free,
She stepped outside her door with a smile,
But just then, the chains of reality struck her
An angry voice called out to her;
“Woman, where do you think you’re going?”
A cold chill went down her spine.
To the outside world, she lived in a perfect world.
But what everyone failed to see,
Were the scars and marks on her body.
She hid them so well, that no one realised.
But today was the day,
Would she face her adversity or crumble before the world’s facade of fate?
Anushka
Lips – uneven and plump,
A crooked smile lined with a haggard beard,
Wrinkly dimples, misaligned eyebrows.
Not the slightest bit of attraction arose,
But the need to be held permeated through my very being.
Furrowed eyebrows traced with lust
With eyes that oozed sympathy, all that I could never trust
Your burly arms wrapped around the deformed being,
I no longer acknowledged as my own
I stood there, overwhelmed by your kindness
Paralyzed by the thought of losing it all
To fall into darkness once again.
For another soul, I could never touch.
Another meaningless encounter
Perpetuating the curse of discontent
Yet I pulled in, towards the face
Of another empty vase, for which I felt nothing but disdain
Another scar that will forever remain.
Renka
A thousand lies and still counting,
The mindless chatter.
The incoherent mumbles laced with spite.
The remorseful malice.
The bittersweet flattery.
The intentional vulnerability.
Back and forth, it goes.
Reused and recycled,
the life cycle of lies.
Shannen
Looking straight into you,
I see hidden emotions, broken hearts,
eyes pretending to sparkle and a
thousand unspoken words with a strong
‘I don’t give a damn’ smokescreen
attitude. If only the mirror could express.
Adithi
