Rainbows and butterflies, chocolates and moor.
It was all that and more, they thought about you.
The dust shook off; fairy dust.
Dark side they saw, residing in you.
Burning and bleeding, gnawing and clawing.
Repugnant the sight, so dreadful; the fright!
Bring back the ornaments! Fairy dust! The royal camouflage!
Adorn me, for I must now be an outcast.
Unicorns I see. What do they hide?
The hell hounds I think, they must now be tied.
Sunday 7 September 2014
Sunday 31 August 2014
Rubble
All that you have ever worked for, will undoubtedly crumble down to nothingness.
Like the rubble after an earthquake.
You’ll scream, go crazy, maybe spit at it
Turn to walk away, but you won’t.
You knew you wouldn’t. They knew you couldn’t.
You’d go back. Rebuild. Recreate.
Hoping that this once, it might just flourish.
Fate silently smiles at your ambitions.
It has other plans.
Like the rubble after an earthquake.
You’ll scream, go crazy, maybe spit at it
Turn to walk away, but you won’t.
You knew you wouldn’t. They knew you couldn’t.
You’d go back. Rebuild. Recreate.
Hoping that this once, it might just flourish.
Fate silently smiles at your ambitions.
It has other plans.
Ashes To Ashes
You're a story I tried to write.
With all elements good.
I had sleepless nights. A writer's block.
Struggling with all I had, to give you the life I dreamt about. To inspire.
Eons later, i gave up. It was making me a monster.
I couldn't breathe around it; tore it into hundreds of bits and pieces.
Then burnt it down to ashes.
Im old and weak now; a monster nevertheless. You lure me to open you up, again
Dip that feather with ink and scribble your story to immortality. Despise myself, meanwhile.
It's ashes, my dear. It's gone. You can't recreate from ashes.
With all elements good.
I had sleepless nights. A writer's block.
Struggling with all I had, to give you the life I dreamt about. To inspire.
Eons later, i gave up. It was making me a monster.
I couldn't breathe around it; tore it into hundreds of bits and pieces.
Then burnt it down to ashes.
Im old and weak now; a monster nevertheless. You lure me to open you up, again
Dip that feather with ink and scribble your story to immortality. Despise myself, meanwhile.
It's ashes, my dear. It's gone. You can't recreate from ashes.
Thursday 29 May 2014
Sane
"You like every one; that is to say, you are indifferent to every one."
(Extracted from "The Picture of Dorian Gray", Oscar Wilde)Love sucks on you like a leech. Lives on you like parasite. You get up every morning anticipating the butterflies that shall flutter in your tummy; little do you foresee the hurricane that shall sweep away your beautiful yellow-blue-pastel butterflies and leave behind giant, monstrous moths.
This happens repeatedly, over a period of time. Years go by, and you forget what the butterflies felt like.
They blame you for seeing through them. They don't know its a wall, a barricade, a lock out procedure. You're no more vulnerable.
You no longer shall fall in love, ever again.
Time heals all wounds, they say.
You are happy again. Or content at least.
You have lost what they labelled as "impulse", "extremism", "insanity". You are quite normal.
You like everyone. You may dislike some.
But never hate.
Or love.
Those are the extremities you are now alien to.
Sunday 11 May 2014
The World of Normals
You're anorexic! Eat this!
You're too fat. A girl should never be fat. You'll have problems having babies later, i tell you. Is that chocolate? Do you THINK you need any of it?
Damn gurl! Your hair is too long I love em! but maybe you should get them trimmed just a little bit from here...and then there.
WHAT? A BOB? You crazy? You look like a fat 5th grader.
Can you SHUT up? Why are you ALWAYS up for jokes and laughing like a lunatic?
C'mon..lighten up...the world isn't over! You need to be a happier person. STOP whining ok?
You need to be less dependent on people. Start doing things on your own.
You DROVE? To the END OF THE STREET? ALL ALONE? Good Lord! You're too independent!
Maybe you should dress up more appropriately. The clothes you wear are a little too revealing.
You wear a head scarf! DAMN. What got into you? Joining Al-Qaeda soon?
You should get married. Its high time. Career you want to focus on? Beta larkiyon ka koi career nahi hota end main rotian he banani hoti hain.
You're getting MARRIED! But you're too young! What about your career and your goals?
You should love your country. It needs you. Yes lets go all patriotic on independence day and cricket world cups.
Get out of the country. The socio-economic conditions are deteriorating. You can make a difference? Yeah right.
These Amreeki organisations in our country are making us slaves! Damn you IMF and US AID.
Amreeka say rishta aya hai??? sochna kaisa?
The electronic media is going cuckoo. PEMRA should really start getting serious on the regulations. Katrina ka mango slice wala add dekha? kitna behooda hai! Astaghfirullah.
Haan tou theek hai nah. Yeh News Channel walay jhoot tou nahi batatay..tsk tsk dekho kitna zulm kia becharay journalist per.
Raise your voice against unjust. Always. No matter what.
NO!
You're too fat. A girl should never be fat. You'll have problems having babies later, i tell you. Is that chocolate? Do you THINK you need any of it?
Damn gurl! Your hair is too long I love em! but maybe you should get them trimmed just a little bit from here...and then there.
WHAT? A BOB? You crazy? You look like a fat 5th grader.
Can you SHUT up? Why are you ALWAYS up for jokes and laughing like a lunatic?
C'mon..lighten up...the world isn't over! You need to be a happier person. STOP whining ok?
You need to be less dependent on people. Start doing things on your own.
You DROVE? To the END OF THE STREET? ALL ALONE? Good Lord! You're too independent!
Maybe you should dress up more appropriately. The clothes you wear are a little too revealing.
You wear a head scarf! DAMN. What got into you? Joining Al-Qaeda soon?
You should get married. Its high time. Career you want to focus on? Beta larkiyon ka koi career nahi hota end main rotian he banani hoti hain.
You're getting MARRIED! But you're too young! What about your career and your goals?
You should love your country. It needs you. Yes lets go all patriotic on independence day and cricket world cups.
Get out of the country. The socio-economic conditions are deteriorating. You can make a difference? Yeah right.
These Amreeki organisations in our country are making us slaves! Damn you IMF and US AID.
Amreeka say rishta aya hai??? sochna kaisa?
The electronic media is going cuckoo. PEMRA should really start getting serious on the regulations. Katrina ka mango slice wala add dekha? kitna behooda hai! Astaghfirullah.
Haan tou theek hai nah. Yeh News Channel walay jhoot tou nahi batatay..tsk tsk dekho kitna zulm kia becharay journalist per.
Raise your voice against unjust. Always. No matter what.
NO!
Words
Too much said. Too less spoken.
That's the power of words.
Words that make up a lifetime.Words that relinquish treasured memories.
Words that give you tears of joys. Words that give you just plain tears.
Words that sting. Words that are alien. Words that make perfect sense albeit being alien.
Words that become phrases. Phrases that become sentences,stories; classics.
Words are to be spoken. To be heard.
Ever heard the silent conveyance of words from the mute?
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