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Rogue βœŒπŸ˜„

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India
India
With your feet on your head and your brains in your shoes, you can steer your life anyway you choose :)
November 5, 2019
 

PACKING LIGHT

I am gathering warmth

storing
cozy away

stolen from concrete
collecting heat
from the last
lingering rays
of these
shortening
sea level days

I intend to bring you light
in every way that I know how

it is so
tantalizingly
close
to then
from now

but oh
how the minutes
seem to stretch

those same deceptive seconds
that pass in blinks
when you are near enough
for our fingers to intertwine
but

we have built a bridge
between your life
and mine

(you are a wonder)

and I wish to
always be a part
of thoughts carried with
the water flowing under

hopes
and what's (to) come

we've just
barely
begun
-Rogue

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LIGHT LETTRS LOGO
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November 2, 2019
 

STORYTIME: Me attempting to write a story, something I've failed many times in my life.
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Nothing was going on in his life. He felt lost as he stared out of his window, overlooking the city. He let out a big sigh as he closed the window. He grabbed his bag and puts on his hat. As he walked through the door he looked around the room one more time before he closed the door.....

It had been 3 years since he got his parents to sign the emancipation form. He'd been by himself before it anyway, and it was always difficult for him to get his parents to stay in one room for more than 30 seconds. He always had to pretend to be older to get jobs so he could pay for lunch at school. ...

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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November 2, 2019
 

FETAL

some nights, you lie, fetal; protecting your suffering.
no one is allowed in the space between your knees and your elbows. only the pain.
till you wake up the next day with body aching all over.
somewhere during that prescribed sleep, you let the pain go and become a blanket over your skin.

fetal, you lie some nights
like the child in you didn't die long back
like the innocence still existed in that tiny space
like you forgot that you always had a history of claustrophobia

fetal, you lie some nights
thinking why your stomach hurt so bad
not realising that the sharp edges of your brokenness
cut it's way into your guts

fetal, you lie some nights
thinking back to the time
your mother l...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 2019
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October 21, 2019
 

LOST (A SHORT STORY?)
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I pressed both sticky palms to the glass, eyes wide, mesmerised by the colourful fairies and woodland animals - motorised toys that danced and pranced along their circuitous routes in the shop window. "Look, Mum! That one there with the rainbow wings!" I turned and beamed at my mother standing at my side with what I hoped was an endearing smile... except it wasn't my mother. The old lady beside me coughed and shuffled her feet awkwardly.

"I'm afraid I'm not your mother, dear," she sniffed.

I shrank back away from her, staring as she moved away back into the crowd. Where was my mother? I turned and scanned the tumultuous sea of fac...

THE EDISON BULB
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October 16, 2019
 

*IT'S EASY I'LL TELL YOU*

To the student applying to university, Β 

It’s easy
I tell you.
But is it easy?
I ask myself.

The classes are fine on a stand alone,
But put together they come off difficult and leave me feeling queasy.
The homework and readings pile up,
And no matter what I do, it always seems like any little thing will cause the boat to rock,
And the tower to tip.

But it’s easy I’ll tell you.

It’s easy to feel unappreciated,
Unheard,
Alone.

The relationship that’s been built up for over a year seems fine,
Until the calls become fewer,
The texts become shorter,
There’s no physical contact for months.
And the relationship you once knew like the back of your hand,
Becomes the rel...

DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY
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September 9, 2019
 

TIME

This is time: Visible,
as the snake
slithering through

the knee high
grassy green garden
of dancing bouquets.

As ivy creeping
on a cold stone wall.
Memories saunter

on the edge
of a whispering wind.
Like feathers.

floating in a
gentle breeze.
The ivy clings

firmly, noticeably;
growing over rain
pelted, crimson bricks

and I remember
the Visible Time
creeping.
-C

CLOCK WORK
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September 1, 2019
 

Writing Prompt | NAME POEM
C - Drowning
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Panicking in an ocean of people,
drowning in loneliness.
You reached your hand out to me,
and even with a cold heart,
you had the warmest touch.
My very own lifeline,
pulling me further into the deep end.
I've Struggled to breathe
ever since you stole the air from my lips.
You pulled me in for a kiss,
but let the waves crash over me.
My fears are pulling me further into the darkness,
and all I can see is your smile.
Beneath the waves I can hear
your tender laugh making me do the same.
Forcing me to swallow water.
Further and further I fall,
Watching as my everything,
Returns back to the nothing,
We once were.

β€” Rogu...

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September 1, 2019
 

Me back hurts. It's a good back. But nobody loves me back. Even though me back has seen through thick and thin. It has seen roses and mud. It has seen school bags and college bags. It has seen bags of work and bags that nobody else wanted to carry. It's an awesome back. But nobody loves me back. Me back hurts.

-CHANDINI

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DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY
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September 1, 2019
 

BEDTIME ROUTINE
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Let this duvet of dreams

Encompass me

As I weigh myself down

With memories of us

Tell me why

Our conversations

Play on a loop in my brain

You have become the soundtrack to my life

Instead of counting sheep

I count the fragments of you

That I keep scattered around my room

There was a part of you hidden in between the pages of my favourite book that lies on the bedside shelf

It collects dust now

Another lies trapped in the mirror

Sometimes when I glance at my reflection

I'm convinced I see you

Yet when I look again.

I don't

Once I clear out your side of the wardrobe

I'll find you nestled inside an old shoe box

When...

THAT'S SO SAD
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August 29, 2019
 

WORDS SPEAK THOUGH I AM SILENT
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I’ve written so many songs
so many lines
so many poems
effortlessly purged from my heart
they are the true miracles
the flame that keeps my candle lit
granting me light in this consuming dark
But they always get lost
like the people I love
leaving me with meaningless words
that I can only force
I can’t say I blame their decision of departure
It’s difficult for people to handle those
that can’t handle themselves
please know I am sorry
for giving you first class seats
on this plane crashing into hell
for hearing my thoughts when I drink
as I dissolve myself into a rusty drain
I must admit
the catharsis from writing this is invigorating
It...

SNOW WRITE
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August 24, 2019
 

"Thursday Night"

Steps echo through

what appears to be a long

corridor. Wind blows, carrying

an old southern

wet odor. The woman outside

waits, under

the dimmed street light

her contour

assuming different

forms

as I approach

the last lines, I realize words

have become an invitation

to the knowledge

of love

and feathers keep falling

from desert trees, resting

their wit

in slopes of sand -

steep moving

sand

Now closer

she bends over

her own shadow, picking

something

from the ground – maybe

foliage leaf

maybe a letter -

at the center of the corridor

the sky is a huge

black vault

speckled in pure

white

and we

are so tiny.
~ Rogue

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DARK NIGHT
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August 13, 2019


~Despondent~

Lost on a dark jungle trail
Unexpected surprises jolts frequently
Precariously dangling on hopes
Fighting with fate, as if nothing to lose
Quitting was not an option
Although motivated by nothingness
Surviving was a challenge too
Riding a dead horse of self dignity
Ego on display, but no spectators
Societal demons haunting constantly
As the reality slowing settling in
Sleep walking into a nightmare
All questions unanswered and ignored
Emotions suppressed deep within
All my secrets to be buried
In the deep abyss of the unknown
With me, I shall carry when I sleep.
- Chandini

WORLD WATERCOLOR MONTH
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July 21, 2019

SKYLARK CHALLENGE 200
BICENTENARY CONTEST!
(Unable to attach the images, sorry. Last minute entry, here goes :))
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"USAGI RINGO"
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The woman wrote her letter intently as the cafeteria buzzed with the local Sunday swarm. The coffee spilled upon the thin material of the pretty girl's skirt. The man created a disturbance as he checked underneath every table for his lost car key. The waiter stared at her, depicting her fecundity. The woman remained undisturbed.
She was swimming against the tide of time by writing about her late grandfather, memories of the days she s...

ORIGINAL
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July 14, 2019
 

SKYLARKCHALLENGE 199
- Cosmos, Unraveling, Voyage, Wondrous
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"SOMEDAY"

Someday, when the last god is dead
When the wind blows sand through the doors of time
When the last temple crumbles to nothingness –

Come with me, and I will show you
The things that shall be.

Someday

The imagination is lifted away
On a wondrous voyage into the vastness
We shall be what we can be
Glory lasting to eternity
We shall touch the last red star
We shall be the children of the cosmos

Someday

The tide of reason shall be unleashed
And wash away the fear of magic and the unknown
Forever, and it will be gone
The world, unraveling, can laugh at itself,
Half-embarrass...

MADE WITH LOVE
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June 27, 2019
 

WANT TO BE

want to be the stars

want to be the sky

want to be the love

within your eye

want to be a letter

on a sheet of white

...or the darkness in the night

could I be a reason why?

or a dark and simple lie?

would I be the past?

...more than you have asked

I'd like to be a dream

inside your head

...or a book that you just read

can I be your words?

want to be your blue

want to be your rain

everythingΒ in vain

~ROGUE

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ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS
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June 20, 2019
 

Sometimes I don't feel you
Like a different person,
But something within myself
Which through my eyes
Experiences serenity
On watching the stars at night;
Or something in my ears
That makes me speechless,
And brings tears of bliss to my eyes
On listening to a soulful symphony;
Or like something in my heart
Which gets expressed only as poems.
~ Chandini

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3D BALL
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June 7, 2019
 

Enid Blyton lived in a Faraway Tree. Bob Dylan, in a mobile van with the memphis blues. Albert Einstein lived near the edge of a black hole. Charles Darwin, in the future. Vincent Van Gogh lived under a starry night and Alistair McLean, in a night that went on forever. We were all born in the same world. But that doesn't mean we have to live there.
-Chandini.

MADE WITH LOVE
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June 2, 2019
 

Listen to the voice that tells you she loves you. Even when your friends tell you she doesn't. Listen to the voice that tells you this world is yours. Even when all the evidence points to the contrary. Listen to the voice that tells you how precious you are. Even when your own parents tell you it's not true. Listen to the voice, cuz it's the only time you speak.
~Rogue.

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MEAN GIRLS
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June 2, 2019
 

So much changes. The weather. The way you smile. The way you read a poem. What you think love means. The way you sit on a chair. Life is not about accepting the things that won't change. It's about accepting the things that will.
~Rogue

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ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS
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May 26, 2019
 

(Just unleashing some drafts I wrote over the past 7-8 months and was unable to post due to issues with the app)

Mr. Neuron didn't know who he was
And his instructions were rather plain,
"Hi, I'm a neuron", he'd say, not because
He was proud or even slightly vain.

But because that's all he knew
A simpleton, some would say.
But Mr. Neuron had a gift or two,
That boy could think, night and day.

And so he thought up a name
He thought up the colour of his eyes
The way he talked, the way he walked,
The way he smiled when he spun up his lies.

The way he swung his bat,
No less than a star or starlet,
Hell, he even thought up a hat
Stitched by hands he hadn't thought up yet.

Now Mr. Neuron is no...

ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS
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May 26, 2019
 

It ain't red, green or yellow,
The colour of the light is blue,
Should I stop, wait or go,
Nobody told me what to do.

So I turn to look around,
At the people passing by,
And wonder where they're bound,
As they flap their wings and fly.

Do they not know, have they not seen,
The colour of his strawberry lips,
Redder than red, greener than green,
Thinking of them my heart still skips.

And though the light may change,
The day he says, "I love you,"
To a colour a lot less strange,
For me it'll always be blue.

~Rogue

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WHITE CLOCK
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May 26, 2019
 

THE RIVER

Did you think I was talking about
my life? When I said the river has the will
to change? With her gleaming eye
a memory like an owl that hunts
in the daylight because cowards hides
between the rays of the sun
bloosthirsty like the muddy bottoms that
become graves for drowned children
leafless branches didn't hold as
they leaned toward a gold coin some
idler threw in a whim to fell in love
with the limpid waters. A slut! a whore! needing a bath after having
consumed her lust with a boar.

Yesterday I was walking like a monk in the world chained to the food tree my mouth
like a liturgy watching fishes silver
and bright as sin coveting gills and tails
like the river hearts and souls...

DARK NIGHT
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May 26, 2019
 

Dear Readers,

Visiting this platform after more than 3 months, I found myself searching for my old good friends here. I always like to read my penpals' letters everytime I open the app before I start writing myself. Felt good to be back after a whole busy year at college  and of course, struggling with this app (I wonder if it's just my phone?) that kept crashing every two minutes. Luckily, today, it hasn't. I found that quite a few of my friends here have either deleted or haven't written anything in a very long time. I don't really like losing friends and I hope to stay in touch with the rest of my friends here for as long as possible while broadening my circles and learning something new ...

WHITE CLOCK
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February 10, 2019
 

Skylark Challenge #177
Words: Letter, Fresh, Story, Sweet
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He's the postal guy,
going nowhere so
fresh and early....
Wearing a haunted look
under this uniform with
the sweet smell of bubble gum
and of
spotted brown hair.
Dusk adds romance to these days
And who would harbor a dark story
in a world of shadows
shaped such as these?
A woman awaits a letter at the post office
And he,
in his stained shirt
smelling of another,
bringing it to her.

~Rogue

THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX
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January 28, 2019
 

BE MY WITCHCRAFT

It's now or never be my witchcraft
kiss me broken kiss me bruised
kiss these deathly pale lips
kiss the hidden one deaf mute
the other winged one wicked as a snake
she wishes only wings to fall from
great hights like a seagull born of wounds.
Blood in the mouth
blood between the thighs
blood at the vein
I have known the one who can no longer
hear or speak she is my twin
my enemy love doesn't suit her
she is the paralytic from too many blades
cutting her wrists no eyes can see
dressed up in long sleeves even in July
carpenter of the infinite pain kiss it.

Both are the leftovers fished from
the dead waters of bathtubs and sinks.
I tried once twice the third time I died
flat ...

96 ILLUSTRATION
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December 30, 2018
 

NEW DIMENSION

You find your way inside my head
Like a song that plays
Over and over again
And I can't seem to get you out the background
Oh, no, now I'm falling into pieces
I can't believe how I ended up like this
It's really beautiful, it's so precious
How you brought my heart to a new dimension

And the moon was watching over us that night...
Could I stay forever?
I hope that when I close my eyes
You'll be there when I open them tomorrow
But am I thinking way too far again?
No, I'm just being myself, I never wanna play pretend...

Cuz I love you with everything I have
So do what's best for me, baby, can you do that?
I always let my feelings get the best of me
So when the time comes will yo...

COZY FALL
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