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Chetna

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India
the only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion---Albert camus
February 11, 2019
 

My fingers
Know
How to play

With eyes
On you
And body on
Its way

I woke
In a dream
Where
Nobody lay

To strip
Layers
In moans
And pray
I know not
Differences
Of scream
Or
Of say.

SUCCESS
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January 22, 2019
 

Short story
Wild Creatures
#Part 2

"Keeping eyelids closed, - the most comforting thing to do on beach - listening to the seashore...isn't it?"
"Isn't it, Chetna!!!" Priya wavered me and I was out of my thoughts momentarily.
"What did you said?"
"Isn't it pleasing to keep eyes close here?"
"Yes, indeed!". She could sense the demeanor.
Every time I close my eyes, those memories come to me as thunderstorm, lounder than the the voice of seashore hitting on the beach, the most wild creature on this earth perhaps.
There are thousands of reasons to comfort brain and pass judgement that I am not guilty of what has happened to me. But it requires an honest heart to acknowledge  real fact that now my...

ANGEL OF PASSION
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January 20, 2019
 

These black flames of my soul
Cursed upon the world

You are the universe
Within these eye's fold
Beyond the grey clouds
Melted red turning gold
Inhaling endless gleam
To breathe without blood
It isn't all about gravity
How this rain would flood

It isn't all about gravity
How earth would devour the ocean
Every inch a discovery
Every drop a rain
Turned tree of thousand leaves
Your every tasted grain

Aren't you that cruel star
In my veins turning crimson tar
Flows till the dark dimension
With no trace of time
My love - a mortal being
With immortal crime

LIGHT LETTRS LOGO
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November 28, 2018
 

The steel of freedom does not stain

THE BEST IS YET TO COME
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January 14, 2019
 

Kendriya Vidyalaya, Hebbal
Part 2
I hate her because of her figure. But his baby couldn't bear any criticism. He loves her!! I asked him if we(me and he) can go to the examination centre without his "baby". He denied. Knowing that I have no other option rather to take him and his baby to the centre, I tried calculating time to reach there, how much time will it take me to get ready, then at what time should I wake up and lastly when should I go to bed!! Meanwhile his interruption that it will save my time didn't changed my expression at all.
"Your bike is not safe enough". I exclaimed.
"Its not just a bike!! And nothing shall happen to you, take my words for sure". He replied.

Grey Top wit...

ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS
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January 12, 2019
 

#Part 1
Aloo Paratha with Coconut Chutney

Right from terrible mood swings to the unstoppable excitement of explaining my favorite poems -dealing with him was a rollercoaster ride not for me but ......for him!!
He bought gulabjamuns for me when I had cravings for my favorite sweet. A messy hairbun which was an outcome of my sunday hair shampoo schedule was a moment to be captured in his android. His thoughts on periods(that every girl get 3 days of period) made me laugh. He didn't knew that girls bleed "back to back" for 4 days(on average).
"Yes we cannot take voluntary break from our periods, once it starts....nothing is in our hand!!"
"But that's too much!!" Perhaps he asked for a debate ...

GABRIEL MUCHIRI
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December 28, 2018
 

Its been beautiful with Lettrs.
Everything changes from friends to roommates, professors, places, books, choices, food, climate but just this one app which anchors me towards my own self, towards my true being.
Like a warm hug, like an eternal and immortal belief.
Thank you for never making your presence felt and holding me firm.

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October 26, 2018
 

Live is about becoming a stone and.... grinding it till death.

WHITE CLOCK
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October 23, 2018
 

Tere haar aasu ko samaandar sa jiya hai
Roshan jis se tere din huey wo meri aakhon ka diya hai
Iss raat ke pehre ne jaane kya kiya hai
Jo teri haar ek jakhm ko maine aahon se siya hai

WHITE CLOCK
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October 16, 2018
 

When pain exceeds the limit
...sores becomes eternal skin.

WHITE CLOCK
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October 12, 2018
 

The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.
-William Blake

WHITE CLOCK
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October 11, 2018
 

Better to cry in vain
Than to become Emotion's servant

WHITE CLOCK
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August 29, 2018
 

Your fingers run deep
On the beach
Cold on the shore
Hot on my soul
I m in abyss
If love means to fall

MAKE IDEAS HAPPEN
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July 29, 2018
 

We live
We die
We dream
We lie

I sweat
I regret
I cry
I deceive

STARS CAN'T SHINE WITHOUT DARKNESS
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June 29, 2018
 

Insane

Like the baby's first walk
The drops have splattered on leaves
And they do not leave
As the feet made earth to believe
Formless diamonds
Seeding down
As the palm touches
That dark brown
Earth drunk in rain
And the drops
Jumps over the grain
With bricks and mortar
Dreams of my eyes are
Mostly insane

STARS CAN'T SHINE WITHOUT DARKNESS
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June 4, 2018
 

You have turned my scars into tattoos
I was happy to be my life's guardian
From stone to clay
Form clay to god's pray
Form prayer to blessings
You
Have molded me into princess

I have stopped calculating
Not because your love is infinite
Because  the boil of  our volcano
Has erased the distance
Between you and me
I fought for freedom so much
That u kissed my forehead
And I realised
I m free

The souls do not travel
Our eyes will never meet
But during my journey
Along with mine
I saw your feet

There must be an end
To this dream
But while opening my eyes
I realise
The heart beat never stops
It grows with every second
And this love
Will accompany me
After I die

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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May 1, 2018
 

#SkylarkChallenge137
War is over.
He collected his wooden limbs which were turning even stiffer and ordered a bottle.
The hallucinating smile of the child knocks him the moment he closes his eyes.
Perhaps the child confused his grandfather with me because of the beard.
"He has stepped into the war zone with some unexploded bombs!!”. This thought shook him from despair.
The question -“ what is the price of life?”....has turned into - "whose life has more price?"
That “hallucinating smile” got heavier than regret. The regret which will explode everytime, throughout the life.
Is war over??

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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April 28, 2018
 

#skylarkchallenge 136

There wasn't any purpose
Still
Unforseen chants
Have plagued us
To reveal.....
Feelings
Never meant to be veiled

PANTHER PEAR
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April 11, 2018
 

#skylarkchallenge 134

Ladybird

Neither am I a lady, nor a bird
But yes I have a Ladybird*

When I ride on
In purple murex's valley
Essence of petrichor
Ethers out from
Feet pedalling in euphoria
Soon stumbles down
Not every memory
Is blessed to be nostalgia

Who knew that the ladybird
Is just an insect
Who dreamt of winds
Ventilating from
The flapping of wings
Stars and moon like a
Sheet of purple singing
Nitid nights unwinds
With so many dreams lost
Bottling down the hallucinations
Desires are pleasing but
I m no Faust

Few dreams are infectious
So is pain
As the purple haze
Turns on life's gaze
Which dwells
Between the devil and the deep blue sea

She isn't me
She is lucid
Dibbling t...

LOVE, HER
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April 8, 2018
 

During my internship as a teacher.....
Once I took a class just after lunch time. Students were sweating and fan was not enough to calm their energy. Urban students always stumbles with their overconfident zeal of knowing everything (written in book).
It was a history class and I told them something which was not written in book but still a part of the lesson.
I was surprised to see their attention at my words when I compared them with the tribal children. The tribals actually live a sustainable life whereas we only read and keep it in books. They can actually weave their own clothes and produce their own food. They give back to the nature as much as they take from it. But we rely on market...

NOBODY IS PERFECT
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April 5, 2018
 

#13WS

"No marriage?!!"
“Lookout from window, birds cannot be caged”. I replied to mom.

NOBODY IS PERFECT
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March 27, 2018
 

#Skylarkchallenge 132

Suddenly my knife fell on floor at some distance.
She picked it up and stared in my eyes.
My retinas took her years back when I assured him....

"If anyone ever ask you, tell them we are brothers".
Removing misunderstanding from his mind was easy as compared to swallowing the truth inside.
Patient of a rare disease!! I knew it was difficult to fly against the wind but there are some decisions where mind is not invited.
The tingling sound confirms the dropping of knife from her hand. Although she is still staring.
How will I save him now?

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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March 21, 2018
 

#skylarkchallenge 131

I started ripping and cutting the ropes.
"There is no escape". His panic-stricken voice whispered.
"Initially I thought her eyes are disturbing but they are.....abyss! I shouldn't have met her." He added.
"It's all in your mind. It's hypnotism!!" I shook him off from the chair.
"Now I will take you. You will be safe." I tried normalizing his heartbeat.
Suddenly my knife fell on floor at some distance.
She picked it up and stared in my eyes.

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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March 14, 2018
 

#skylarkchallenge 130

My eyes were in flames and only he could see the fire. But when he touched my fingers, his eyes spoke to mine in amazement- "why so cold?!"

"You don't have to be the last one standing."

We danced. All I could remember was his body wrapping mine. The smell of sweat and scent together. Our moves were so synchronized that every step was coming out effortlessly. We were gleaming into each other's eyes and..... into everyone's eyes.
He couldn't wait to take me out from the rave.

Do fairy tales only exists in stories? I kept questioning to my fate.
Why are you so nervous? He kept questioning to my eyes.
"I cannot go out with you". The words almost splatter dashed initiall...

I LOVE WRITING DAY
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March 9, 2018
 

sometimes I vomit last night meal
and still wake up with all zeal
there are mood swings
and cravings
legs as heavy as rocks
but still I walk
but still I talk
and bleed round the clock

Do not touch pickles
Temple is a no entry zone
Like an untouchable
I sleep on floor
Without a room of my own
Does what flows from me is dirty?
But is a reason
For the seed of life to be sown

And there is 'Woman's Day'

But how am I a woman
Because of this menstrual blood
Which flows in everyone

LETTRS CHALK
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March 3, 2018
 

I don't feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am. The main interest in life and work is to become someone else that you were not in the beginning.
- Foucault

PULSE
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March 2, 2018
 

#Skylarkchallenge 128
Frozen like ice
No need to count on
Innumerable fragments does not look nice

Wonder how flames and ice meet
Destined to conquer two worlds
I walk with invisible feet
Nature am I?
Then why cannot I hear
My own heartbeat?

PULSE
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