Society

She loved another woman

But they told her it was wrong

So she left her love behind

Even though it broke her heart

They questioned her solitude

Life can't be lived alone, they said

So she gave herself to a man they chose

And wedding bells chimed

She believed in no god

And they said she was a sinner

So she believed in fiction

To escape their prison

And in the end

She was somebody else

But they didn't mind the deception

They like their version of her better

Suffocating in the darkness

Was a girl who only wanted to be herself

But was robbed of choice

Because they were too afraid

Of course, they lived happily ever after

Oppressing out of  fear

Suppressing their own desires

Afraid of what they were

Mosquito

I feel the sting of
Mosquito bite
And see the little guy
Feasting on my blood
One swift movement of my hand
And he's dead in an instant

                  Just so you know

                  This is the fate that awaits you

                  If you dare

                  Hurt me.

For all the pigs that have flown away...

I feel the warmth of
Life and love
Seep through your skin
A perfect caramel brown
And join my
Blood cells, platelets and plasma
In a never-ending journey
Through my body
And soul
And it is you
I'm not dreaming
Or imagining it
To assure myself
I reach out to you
Feel the rise and fall
Of your chest
And I know it's you
And it's me
It's us, finally
In an imperfect world
In a world where
Elephants are pink
Love is real
Wishes come true
And
Pigs can fly.

Truth

Don't be silly
To believe
These words are true
That they are for you

F(r)iend

Friends are not really

As loyal as I would have

Blindly believed

Eight years ago

Friends are there for you

When it suits them

And when it doesn't

They stab you (in the back) repeatedly

It was easy to believe friends

Observed the

Five precepts or

Ten commandments

That they didn't lie or steal

How silly I was to believe

For it's a selfish world

And even a best friend

Wouldn't hesitate to

Choose themselves over

You

Mine.

I'd like you to be mine

But

You are the uncaged bird

Kite without string

Man without ties

Life without bonds

You are the book

Free to all

To be taken and read

Returned or kept

I want you to be mine

But

You can't be.

Why are you so silent

They ask 

And I cannot tell them

It is because they wait for

One misplaced word

Or the

Right words in the wrong order.

Off with a bang!

She asked him to

Please stop

Playing with her feelings

That this wasn't a

Game

But he refused

Saying

Life was after all

The most watched and played

Sport

So she handed him the revolver

And told him

To go first

And hope to dear god

Karma is kind

To him

When the waters are still...

I have no soft words for you
Sweet nothings, I have no patience for
I can't be romantic
I can't write cute poems
I'm not the kind of girl
Who can be shy when necessary
I won't remember
Special days
Anniversaries or
Memories
I won't constantly
Keep you updated about my life
I will live my own life
Making sure our separate lives merely intersect
And don't overlap completely
But let me tell you
That if I choose you
I will make you
Rethink your every decision
I will make you regret
More than you thought you ever would
I will be nice and seem honest
And just as it seems like
The waters have settled and the
Boat has stopped rocking
I will jump into the water
And swim as fast as I can

Soulmates

This quiz on Facebook
That my friends have taken
Offer the opportunity
To know who my
Soulmate is
I'm tempted,
I won't lie,
But there's something so
Disappointing
In knowing one's soulmate
Can be found without
Years of searching and waiting
But through a mere opening of a quiz
Answering of questions
And calculations
Not even done by you
There is so much more to
Soulmate-finding
Than a few
Lazy clicks of a mouse
If I wanted to know
Who my soulmate is
I would rather
List out names on a paper
Choose number
And eliminate
In a childish method
Of soulmate-finding
Even adding the digits of
Time of sneeze
Seems more
Valid a test than
A silly
Facebook quiz

Please leave

There are days, weeks and even months

When I don't even think about you

Not even for a second

But then something

-A doppelganger, book

song or word-

Will remind me of you

And when that happens

I can't stop myself from

Imagining the happiness that would be mine

If I was to share with you

Even a single day

But like the balloon a child lets go of

After losing interest

I show you the door

And tell you to

Please leave my mind

Poetry

You asked,

‘What is poetry?’

I replied,

‘You’

And I couldn’t help smiling when you said,

‘Us.’

Don't be chicken

"Don't be chicken"
Is now
More heavy in insult
Because chickens are only cared about
When bathed in oil
Spices and sauces

So should you call him a pig?
Because pigs are loved more as meat
Than alive
Bacon is heaven, they say
And bacon makes the pain go away

Don't be fishy, either
No quick slice of the neck for them
But slow painful death
No water for them

A cow, maybe
Holy
Too good to be eaten by some
So maybe we should start calling
Each other
Our darling cows

Oh but a dog or a bitch
You'll be lucky to be
Not an insult but
Compliment
It means people love you
And will sign petition for you
For unlike
Chicken, pork or mutton
Dog meat is forbidden
Something about eating
Man's best friend
Is awfully off-putting
And worthy of protest

So don't a be fish
A pig or a sheep
Don't even be a
Holy cow
Might as well
Be a dog
Or a bitch.

Cold

When he first touched a girl

He felt the heat running in her

And thought it was love

So when he felt the body trap him

And realized how much he was sweating

He thought it was because of love

Later when he himself trapped a body

And felt his heat and her heat

He thought it was love

When they said their I dos

And he kissed her nervous, cold lips

He hated her for the absence of love

He held the tiny body for the first time

Smiled at its rosy smile

There was love in warmth

When she said she was leaving

And her body trembled and sweat gathered

He knew it was out of love

Finally, when he lay in his bed, sweating but cold

And his lungs let out a final breath

He finally knew how cold love was

Conditions

You can't tell someone you love them

And then ask them to change

If you love someone

You shouldn't try to mold them to your liking

You can't change their views and beliefs

You need to accept them as they are

If you love someone

You can't love them on the

Condition that they change their life

You can't love that person

On the condition that they

Convert to your religion

You can't love someone

On the condition that they

Stop wearing those short clothes

You can't love someone

On the condition that they

Stop eating certain types of food

You can't love someone

On the condition that they

Stop talking to their friends

You can't tell someone you love them

And then read them the

Terms and conditions

Obsession

I read your poems

Over and over again

I visit your blog

Over and over again

But I leave no comments

I limit the traces I leave

Unlike Hansel and Gretal

Who left a trail of breadcrumbs

From what you've written

I create an image of you

Not so much about features and complexion

But

Personality, experiences

But

My assumptions may be wrong

So utterly wrong

For you've never said

You write the truth

And nothing but the truth

Yet

It feels that way

That you write

Not fiction

But your life's story

And I read

Post after post

Not knowing who you are

Sometimes I want to ask

People who have left comments

If they know you

But then I realize that

A reason I love your poems so much

Is because you remain unknown

 My obsession

Is not so much about the person

Behind the poems

But about the

Poems themselves

Which are so simple

So real

Without trying hard to be beautiful

And

That's how I think of you

Someone who is beautiful

Without having to try.

Too late now

I always wanted to stay at home

Be with Athamma

Spend more time with her

She was lonely

Had only us

And none of us seemed to

Find enough time to

Spend with her

I stayed at home

Once a week

Sometimes I didn’t

But I usually did

And we spent time together

But it wasn’t enough

Then it was too late

And she was gone

No matter how much time we have free now

It’s useless

She is gone

I wanted to study abroad

I’m glad I didn’t

I wanted to live away from home

Closer to work

I’m glad I didn’t

I have my own bed room

I wanted to spend more time in it

But I had to sleep in

Athamma’s room

There were days I wanted to be alone

I wanted to be more grown up

Be alone

I wanted to sleep in my own room

I’m glad I didn’t

It's just hot in here

I wipe my forehead again
Wipe away the sweat that has gathered again
You catch me in the act again
Ask if I'm okay... again
My look is meant to say, 'really!?!'
But it may look blank to you
Because even the glaringly obvious
Isn't obvious to you
So even though I have reason to be nervous
And the butterflies in my tummy feeling is no longer nice
And my feet feel like jelly
And the goddamn sweat
I look away as I tell you,
'It's just hot in here.'

Later, when test, discussion, interrogation is over
And the damn sweating has ceased
I think my lungs will stop being stubborn
But how wrong my assumptions are
And then I realize all the mistakes I made
Choosing A instead of B
That instead of this
Him instead of you
You envelope me in comfort, assurance
And suddenly I'm grabbing on to
All warmth I can find
For a blanket of ice is draped on my shoulders
And when I shiver
You ask again, if I'm okay
And again my look is meant to say, 'really!?!'
Because of course
We have both not found obvious
The glaringly obvious
So even though everything hurts
Even though everything is frozen
I look away as I tell you,
'it's just cold in here.'

Sweating glass

She stared at a sweating glass

Hoping to get answers to life's questions

From the water mixed fruit and

Transparency of container

And then she wondered if

The glass was as nervous as she was

And if, as the thoughts in her mind

Made her break out in to a cold sweat

The glass's contents were making it

Just too afraid

But then she smiled

Realizing her stupidity

The glass wasn't worried

It was just a glass

Playing its designated role as container

But her mind

Her thoughts were not awarded that comfort

For the glass maybe emptied soon

But her mind

No, not until she couldn't think anymore

Paper

Dead ants: mass suicide or mass murder?

I came home to find a bowl of jelly

-the jelly was orange but it should have been red-

Playing the role of mass graveyard

Instead of dessert

For in bowl of slowly setting jelly

There were a thousand bodies afloat

Reminding me of a battlefield after shots were fired

And I couldn't help being silly and thinking

Oh but what better way to die

Than drown in an ocean of sugary goodness

Die as jelly filled their tiny lungs?

But then it hit me

How sweet can this dessert be

If it is the poison that finally

Kills you?

Written for you

You tell me not to

Write about you

It's embarrassing

People will know

But darling,

You should know by now

If it's online

It definitely isn't about you

So don't flatter yourself

Don't make assumptions

Words about you

Words for you

Will only find a place in my mind

And heart

Lines

I am

I am the dust you walk on

  The fingerprint you leave

I am the scars you wear

  The wounds that won’t heal

I am the sigh on a tiring day

  The smile at a random moment

I am the page that tears away

  The book with the broken spine

I am everything you love

  Everything you hate

I am me

  And I am you

Gandapaana

And it is the ordinary

Gandapaana

That waves goodbye to us

As we leave this

Too good for the golden roses

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