The Anemic Hemophiliac

 prompt 'bleeding heart' 

                                 

                  

Bleeding heart

Don’t let it start

It will never stop,

Till it one day drops.

Then please bring out the harps

and the orchestra and what not.

 

Nature or nurture?

Just cannot escape these vultures

Feasting on the flesh of my heart

At one point I just let it to rot

Forgetting they were cannibals after all. 

 

So better to bleed boldly

My love and care and worries

Along with the hemoglobin

Towards humanity & you

Than zombify myself   

And project coolness

Only to be lifted on a coffin

On the way out.

 

 

My

Bloody heart beats for you &

Bleeds for humanity

Bends down for humility &

Bombards for atrocity

 

Blood is a sign of oxygen pumping

Bathing out our concern in a 

Bright red colour.

 

Pain is a sign of growing

Past the vultures

Who are a sign of success.

Keep feeling

One day it will lead to fruitful action.

 

 

 

Wanderlust

Once upon a time

Being a wanderlust

Was seen as a mental disorder

By flat earthers

(irony duly noted)

 

Then we had the likes of Columbus

Find his ‘India’

And kill a lot many Indians

In the inane name of ‘colonialisation’

And killed many a civilisation

In the name of observation.

(irony again noted)

 

Then came the modern ages

Where every instagrammer

Pronounced themselves a wanderlust

And travelled the roads always taken

As long as they got a selfie

And a pic for their tinder bio.

 

Out of the corner of the eye

In a lorry packed with explosives

Came in crazy corona.

Travel was now confined to

The end of our streets

And inside our eye

Where the mind meets

And give us little treats

From the camera of the past

To vacations visited last

And memories gone by fast.

 

Home which was once a retreat

Has now become a place of deceit

Where we now work and relax not

Suddenly our third eye and an old map

Is all we got!  

 

Written for Sunday muse and Writer's Pantry

What once was

  

We are plagued by memories

By what once was

Ours to cherish

But not cherished.

 

To collaborate with &

Not compete against.

To break a for given bond

Without any thought given

Absent mindedly

Like how dusts of disinterest and distance

Began to gather over us

Together.

 

But we are still friends,

Still as dead water.

Of silent tears

Which were (never) cried.

 

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

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 😂

Stalagmites

Sharing a poem I handwrote my friends for this friendship day :) sorry for the non posting. Laptop crash and a law career makes writing difficult!

Stalagmites gracing the inner linings of my heart

inner compasses gently swaying me away

from turbulent mirages , of

an insecure voice 

which once belonged to my mind 

Making me believe 

that I can be more 

than my self

by being myself

My saviors in nightgowns

roaming a love lost town

when we have each other

we will always be home