Others

Living on the mandate of others

Is basically Life imprisonment

Yet we all bear through it

All Smiles through a gritted teeth.

A rite of passage of course

To come unscathed through the other side

Full of sudden wisdom and cryptic cynicism

Silently afraid to cut these choking umbilical chords

Nourishment and community and all

Convincing ourselves this is what it is

To Be Human,

Taking the place of the Others

Who won and lost

Losing our wonder

And wondering what we lost-

The essence of being ourselves

The hyenas feed on our soul

Only when it is exposed

Keep it intact tightly within you

Guard it like a watchdog

Fundamental rights and all.

Worship it like a temple and

Pray you don’t lose yourself

For the call of others

Whatever may be the cost.

You Too

I too didn’t

 wanna  get raped

Stalked hunted preyed on

And

Live in a social structure

Where I could do no wrong.

I too wanted to report him

And make him pay

For all the layers

He stripped off me

And made me a sexual object

Only worthy of being attained

I too want to come out clean

After I burn down this building

Of patriarchy and misogyny

Where his silence is valued more than my voice

And my silence is enough to prove his male noise.

I too

I really do

But will you pay my bills

And help me when I’m on pills?

Why will I ask you for justice

When you shame me for asking too late

Truth is

You don’t want me to voice out

And change this system

Where it works just fine for you

How is my accusation worse than his actions?

Because now you have to do something about it now?

So I’m sorry

If it is going to affect your privileged little life

But I am going to climb to the roof of your building

Take my biggest fricking megaphone

And shout YOU TOO*

*you silent enabler of patriarchy

I hope you can hear now*

A hard day's night

Sometimes

Whatever you touch turns to gold

And people sing your praises

And name their babies after you

But mostly

It is a crap fest

And walk in the dark

A whole lot of ‘learning’ and ‘hardwork’

Without reward or due.

It is very easy to get disheartened

Or a whiny loser

A self-fulfilling prophecy

Which can be avoided

With a bit of grit

Bite your teeth

Get down to work

Not to prove anyone wrong

But prove yourself right

The world openly admires talent

And secretly respects hardwork

Become as good as you think you are

Take these bad days as a boon

Or fool yourself with any b.s

Anything which helps you sleep at night

So that you live to fight and win another day.

Actual experience makes clichés real

And superstition into faith

And a bad day

A good one

Pia Pia

Writing to the tunes of a tamil kuthu song! 

Unleash the pyaar 

When the chest is too tight 

and future not too bright 

why so morose 

when you can write a killer prose

Get in the groove lady 

and do a bam chika bam bam 

dreams can be lost and won 

firstly you need to run 

Smile at the sun

we don't need another nun 

actually we do 

Amen! 

But first go 

nanananana

yah yoo

yipee 

whooo 

MEEE

Found a judgement I was searching for all day , so decided to unleash some silliness :P  

An ode to the good night

The night gave me his shirt

And solace and comfort

I could stare at his face

All night long

And expose my secrets how

He gifted me solace

From mundane encumbrances

For most part exacerbated by

That cantankerous bitch known as day.

Her piercing eyes

Questioning everything

Intent on making me sweat

You cannot excise the truth mom

Just ask nicely maybe?

Why do you like him more you ask

I can walk his streets

Dark it maybe

Safe to brandish out my scattered self  

And lick the ice cream off my hand

Streets sparse with kindred spirits

Silent whispers

Ready to let me in

On their simmering secrets

Once the sunlight sets in

The clocks get reset

The same souls turn back into harsh humans &

Atone for yesterday’s falter

With my back broken

I limp through the day

And surrender to my dear father

He puts on his twinkling smile

Reserved only for these special nights

And snuggles his daughter

The travails of the day seem far away

If only for these few hours.

"in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems" took this Toad's prompt to heart and the results are for yours to see.