She knew

He was so good for her they said. She should be lucky to have him. He was successful in his career , he was caring , he claimed to love her very much , he constantly kept complimenting her. Constantly. He was her caste. He was a true gentleman. He always said the right things. But beneath that seemingly perfect man was an actual asshole waiting to burst out. He however never showed it. But she could feel it in her bones. The way he said things which she wanted to hear. The way his lips curled down sometimes when he was getting bothered but chose not to show. The way he made every decisions hers and basked in the radiance of his magnanimity. The way he loved playing victim. Constantly making her the villain with his actions and not words. The signs were so subtle sometimes she thought she was imagining them. No one would believe her even if she told. Her own mom was smitten by him. But she knew.

 #abusivemen #ministories #theyknow #theyknowthatweknow #mentalhealth #meredithgrey #instastories 

NO

Dedicated to the man because of whom anonymous comments are disabled for all. And who is now commenting on a fake id now.

You asked me out 

I said I will rather die from the gout

You then claimed I wasn't clear 

and wanted me to come near 

If i could just open my ears 

and only hear

how much "I love you my dear"

You can call me a hoe 

but No means No.

I blocked you there

and to be honest 

what I thought was everywhere.

and now you have the gall to come HERE

my blog my sacred sanctuary

and comment without your name!

Have you no shame?

This is not a game. 

You may low

and lamenting full of sorrow

but a NO is still a NO

I report you to your boss

and you spew more lies

I am not Rachel

 you are definitely NO Ross &

we definitely were never friends

So please don't try to make amends.

No will always be No

and No you cannot call me a hoe. 

or a bro.

The Secret

By Samyuktha J

my response to the book I'm reading which really pissed me off with serendipity and positive thinking when what the world needs right now is constructive action. 

A picture speaks a 1000 words

An action speaks a 100 thoughts

How you treat your mother

speaks more than your tweets

On Feminism.

So rise and shine

And wake up to this universal truth

Packaged as a secret

To make you excited~

Action counts more than thoughts!

All the wishful thinking in the world

Will conspire against you

If you don’t walk the walk

Yellow brick road or not.

Serendipity may await the believer

At the end of the magical rainbow

Along with pots of gold.

Wash your face with the raindrops

And look at the reflection in the dirtypuddle

A lazy hypocrite praying without acting

Should not claim a windfall at all.

Also for Poet united's midweek motif The awakening

Helen Killer

A trip through October

                                                                                              

So September ended

And someone woke me up

As previously promised

~ Oh! The ever painful pinky

Always randomly hitting stuff

And bringing up pent up sh*t

Aren’t you supposed to be a secret? ~

I tear the daily calendar sheets

And suddenly here we are…

There is more torn than less to tear

IT IS OCTOBER

The month of Mahatma Gandhi

A magnificent man who

Truly walked the walk

All the way to Dandi

And paved the way

Towards democracy

with secularism ,

He took a bullet for it too.

#respect

Then comes navratri

9 days of steaming hot culture

Which defines  South India for you.

Sundals , ancient dolls and Carnatic music

All wrapped in a silk saree

That is golu for you.

 And to cap it all off

We have the crowning jewel of Indian culture

DIWALI – the festival of lights

The big boom of crackers,

The smell of ghee emanation from all the delicious sweets

*Ah all the calories

I already feel fat now*

The colour popping from all the traditional clothes

Can make even a blind man shy

This is India at its most glorious

All are invited

With family

Please RSVP!

I tear more sheets

and

The month is over now!

Absolutely no work done

I carry around a few more kgs

And a bucketload of memories J

Written for PU's Pantry of poetry proses : October prompt. This is my october for you :) added prose in poetry form to justify the prompt :P 

Join the fun. How is your typical october?

Inferno

By psiipilehto

Vigilance is the price paid for liberty we say &

Melt the midnight candle

Till the brain explodes

Worrying about dystopian futures

Becoming immediate realities

Wake up next morning

Already too haggard

for the hard day ahead .

Already on the edge

On espresso

Hit the Roads

Shame the shameless culprits

The Nazis ,

The pervy uncles &

Nervy mothers

Quote Dante , Kennedy & Dan Brown all at once:-

The darkest places in hell are reserved for those

who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.

No one listens.

Like the Germans once didn’t

How late is too late?

The twilight hits

The morale a

 bit too swift …

What if this struggle isn’t unique?

Just the disgruntlement of every

 Angry young person

Ever.

Maybe its all the coffee and student debt

A wilful distraction in lieue of personal poo poo

Get pacified by dinner.

I was just hungry

For what? I still don’t know..

Tomorrow will be a better day

At least another day.

Then the midnight hits.

For PU's Midweek Motif Vigilance

Actually a diary entry

Some days are So big

that you don't need a diary entry to remember it

eons later...

The day you started your new job , 

and really rocked at it

and 

the day you got into a major accident

where your helmet proved to be your

shining armour but you were no knight. 

You drive back rather bemused 

that it was in fact 

all the same day.

Where you kicked estoppel's ass

and sailed through shipping contracts

and 

also pressed both the brakes 

to avoid hitting that jackass

who was trying to cross the road

recklessly running right in front of you

Knees and feet bleeding

Blood clots already forming

what am I gonna tell my new boss?

Yet.

Attention fellow humans!

We are all caught between that place

You know

The one in between being safe and sorry

The question is :-

 do we really want to be there?

Or has it been drilled in our heads through millennias

 to just be so?

IS that safety blanket really that cozy?

That we refuse to wake up from our catatonic states

And see what is happening around us?

Orange headed and clad leaders

Destroying democracy

And we don’t care because it doesn’t really concern us.

My house isn’t seized

My family isn’t separated

I don’t feel the heat of this so called fascist force

Yet.

Just keep snacking on the comfort of your perfect life

Till it all keeps crashing down

Kashmir just got bifurcated

Against the will of its people.

For us it is just a piece of land

To jizz jingoistically about

And shout bharat mata ki jai

Would you like you state being broken

Without your elected leaders having a say?

Oh it hasn’t come down to that surely

Yet.

That seems to one helluva comforter

Where can I order the same?

Written for PU's midweek motif "safety"

You can read on the Kashmir 370 issue here among other places

Golden Brown

All the gloss , glitter and glue

Cannot photoshop the sheer phobia

Lurking right beneath her skin

Forming a palpable layer,

They attack her

Only when no one is watching.

She seems so bold

But is actually quite brittle

Her quiet melancholy

Muddled by her extensive cacophony.

She is indeed a prisoner of her own device

Trapped in bravado

She just wants to cry.

Yet when her man is watching

She cannot let him see

If the truth is really exposed

Won’t he just flee?

Better to break it off

And be the bitch

Than take it off

And be his bitch.

Of course it is all very problematic

But who are we to judge?

We all mask our frail insecurities

 marinate them with worry &

deep fry it till it becomes golden brown.

Karuppu Da

 P.C - Jason Peterson

Life in the Black and White

Justified ,

 aligned to be professional

Where is my Bookman Old Style?

A checkered Chess

A pawn marching forward

To become Queen

At the end of it all.

My Dog’s Coat is

Black and White too!

I pet her inconsistencies

And pat mine too

We move forward

W(h)ining & Winning.

A dash of grey

Can blot the white

But can never dim the dark

And that is why

I am a Black Queen y’all.

( Karuppu means black and Da is synonymous to dude in tamil)

The muscular night

As lover of all things random  I must say that I had too much fun playing this :D Hope this makes some sort of the sense lol

What I got :

fit  job live skinny problem

chubby life slink short student

fit night undulate unkempt place

flabby night feel muscular problem

glamorous home undulate unsightly question


What I made :                               

                                                          The Muscular Night

By a Fitting job, lives a skinny problem..
A chubby student slinks by a short life..
A fitting night undulating over an unkempt place.
The flabby problems feeling the muscular night
The unsightly questions undulate into a glamorous home!

To know more about this challenge go here 

The ventriloquist

Inner Goddess

(Of peace )

Valar Morgulis

This is the 21^st century

Flying automobiles may not be far away

Yet justice remains a distant dream

For young women in the Pollachi

Who got sucked into the blackhole

Where technology trapped their innocent minds

And cameras coveted their flesh

By predatory influential men

Who blackmailed them to no end

And silenced their horrors

with the concept of shame.

Yet!

It is the girls who are blamed

For chatting with these imposters online

And befalling shame upon their families

For risking their virginity and honor.

Because

A woman is just a sum of her body parts

And

A badge of honor

And

A Flawless flagship

All at the same time.

The boys?

They will remain boys ofcourse

Reprimanded for their glaring errors

And

Cajoled for their lighter ones

They will grow out of it yaar.

The trauma?

Will be forgotten

Swept under the bloody carpet

And the closet of skeletons

Put on a brave face

Act like nothing happened

Better yet

If they just die

And put their family out of their miseries

Because broken women

are a blot on this society

and we would much rather gossip

on how a woman must have tortured

that her husband had to stab her in the family court*

 rather than

have a real conversation about Pollachi.

This is the 21^st century

And ‘women empowerment adorns every manifesto.

Thank you so much.

See links on Pollachi rape here

and family court stabbing here

Modern Kindness

What is it to be kind ,

In this mocking (modern) 

Day and age?

To smile at a stranger 

Give them the heeby jeebies 😬

Be a loyal friend 

Who money can’t amend

To trust in humanity 

And better side of this 

Cunning(human) populace?

To just be decent 

With no strings attached .

To be good 

To more than just your blood.

And to do all this

Even when no one is really watching.

(I think I can’t come up with a better picture for this poem. Two of the kindest souls 😚)

Okay my kindness quota for the year is over 😂

An ode to the lovely cloud

Look at them clouds 

Like cotton over the searching eyes 

Soft and fluffy 

Like a kitty’s coat

Evaporation 

Condensation 

Cumulus 

Nebulous 

Heavy as my heart 

All the vapour sponged in

Waiting to explode 

I can already smell the raindrop hit the ground

Why watch the stars? 

When you can watch them 

Shape shifting clouds 

They tell our stories as 

We walk down on earth 

Our heads to the ground

Just look around!

Blue Moon

There is something about

Star crossed lovers

Rowing silently

Through the turbulent tides of Eternal love

the glowing full moon

their faux compass

You want them to beat the odds

Cross the sea

To the valley beyond and

Have that happily ever after.

So that one day

When the blue moon smiles

And the stars align

I could cross it with someone too.