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Chetna

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India
India
nothing can equate the freedom I desire
January 13, 2018
 

Birth

My fingers melt
But that blood is intact
There are cracks in my spine
How should I die?

The retina fluctuates
Perhaps no mega in these pixels
Skin peels all over
Counts millions in my eyes
How should I die?

Silence screams
From shoulder to knee
There it changes
From Blood to smoke
From crimson to tar
After the civil war
Flames never lie
How should I die?

Does dreams breathe
Without screams?
Before having a  second cry
How should I die?

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MAKE DREAMS COME TRUE
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October 1, 2017
 

13 word story

Kneeling down, he sidelined my dreadlocks.
"My universe......" he said, chainsawing my life.

INTERNATIONAL COFFEE DAY
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September 30, 2017
 

Coffee#

"That world is different. They use their lips and mouth....they eat, drink and even breathe....."
"I know, I read it all."
"But that's something far beyond what I experienced...... they do not ask for blood or water for whatever we want to consume, they even curve their lips while transacting."
"That's called a smile.....It is coupled with a vibration which is purely historical in presence and our ancestors were once proud of that essence."
"Then why not now..??"
He blinked his eyes!!!!
Damnn.....I cannot refill my message box again and.....wait....I do have one outgoing left. I m risking so many things with this message. In any case I m bankrupt. After typing the message I unrolled...

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July 8, 2017
 

Echoes

ocean sings song of echoes
neither lets me sleep
nor wakes me up
stones are standstill
shores raves in dawn
what else I want
that endless horizon
where your ends meet me

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DAY OF TRUTH
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June 9, 2017
 

Don't just fly.....grow like a tree, with roots, with leaves, with branches aiming at sky.

#TakeTimetoWrite

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June 9, 2017
 

With every inch of shadow casted through the dawn, it's time for sun to rise......somewhere else.

#TakeTimetoWrite

D-DAY
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May 31, 2017
 

If for 10 seconds, everyone is listening.....
All the people of the world from South to North and from East to West.....
I will ask
When will the war end?

SAY SOMETHING NICE
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May 23, 2017
 

3rd entry
13wordstory:
Trees discussed among themselves.
"Who is he waiting for?"
"Human"
"Dangerous animal indeed!"

ANTHONY CIOFFI
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May 23, 2017
 

2nd entry
13wordstory:
"He stares at me mom"
"In the glass jar". Added the elder monster.

ANTHONY CIOFFI
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May 23, 2017
 

13 word story:
I turned back.
He didn't.
Then I realized
Moon kissed me
not him.

#shorties

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May 18, 2017
 

I can hear my footsteps on road, very similar to heart beat, sound  of wind echoing in heart rather than in ears, no sign of life and something throbbing deep inside.....its midnight. A light from backside revealed something. The feet was plain, white and soft, upraised and so the whole body was lying flat. The nails were well trimmed and I couldn't dare to look beyond because even before I could see, I knew....its dead.
From a distance, it appears that the whole body was moving, the whole body laid flat but it was moving, taking itself to the mid of the road.
                                              *****
The mirror was in front of my face and I couldn't dare to look left. The mirror a...

NOTEBOOK DAY
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May 17, 2017
 

खीचते है जब मुझे
आह निकलती है तब
या खुदा मुझे अब तो बता
मेरे घाव पे इतने खरोचे क्यों है?

Above are the first lines of my notebook.
The rest of the pages are filled with those scratches. And those papers soaking the purulency of my pain.

My first notebook is hand made(by me). I designed a cardboard pouch on the inner left cover of it. The pouch still consist of neem flowers picked in the year 2011. I wrote about feeling orphan, and ten love poems for an exceptionally beautiful girl. The notebook is more than the world combined altogether lending an ear to my screams. Whenever I open it, the ghunghroos(small bells) on the cover page take me to a world where I m desired. My notebook is not an...

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May 11, 2017
 

Guru Devo Bhava

folding my hands to hand a trust
guru devo bhava
that devata I worship
who addresses me mentally retarded
though I have one at my home
and I have distinguish him from me
for the reason I chant - guru devo bhava

my ideas does not know language
no punctuation, no grammar
what I express becomes disaster
my pen, my paper, my ideas and he is the master

a curse internalized
the shape of that dunce
is no more on my head
with the grace of devata
it's inside my head
a sleepless bed
looks at the ceiling
language do not understand feelings

that less traveled path
is a forbidden forest
my master tames those psoriasis feet
how could I dare to look at it

my devata ties ropes between it...

ENJOY QUALITY TIME
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April 20, 2017
 

A wish
Let everyone come out of their insecurities* and the thought that "others are judging me".

* Insecurities of home, relationships of every kind, career, future and everything which makes you tense and worried.

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April 19, 2017
 

Purple Lines

purple lines
are color of my bones
so much rust
metal smeared
like a new skin tone

that tinkling of iron
which breathe in me
even while I sleep
has become heartbeat indeed

a part of me left the chains
my feet too light
to feel the grains
the heaviness which I carried
now carried my feet away

retina which focused
in darkness beneath night
eyes flicker now
in the world of white
everything is hazy
for those two holes
transfixed by light

intoxicated by smell of soil
that yellow pain oozes like oil
now melts in red
that paraffin shivers me down
where once
my body laid comfortably coiled

staying in
is a gain of butchered plights
coming out
is a pain of thousand nights
memor...

BOB TAYLOR
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April 19, 2017
 

I have not written anything since January.......
The tumult inside is too much.
I just want them to come out, let them shake my spirit.

ANGEL OF PASSION
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April 20, 2016
 

As It Is

U kissed my tears
and drank my soul
thunder down our necks
spark in every finger
palms together
holding our vigour
nothing exploded
rather consumed us in one

u fortified me
and i was never so free
I cannot move this heaviness
but u inhaled me
turned me......  formless
pain etched on me
and mystery too close
to get solved and let free

the more we solve ourselves
into each other
the lesser we saw ourselves
peeling my body to see the soul
unwrapping the bandage from wound
let it bleed
is the only expected deed
it demands sacrifice
why u pepper that love on it

a demon, an evil or a corrupted soul perhaps
wound sounds terrific with pain
and more terrible in gaze
I pray, I wish a...

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March 8, 2016
Bengaluru, India

subaltern sexualities
date: 4/3/2016

today I attended viva of a PhD scholar whose thesis was on subaltern sexualities. she gave a lot of information on LGBTI. I was unknown from so many facts but the main thing which I really found worthwhile was her viewpoints on such crucial issues. she managed to answer all the questions raised by the scholars and by the external visiting professor of EFLU. Bangalore university indeed had given good thinkers to the society and to India particularly.
she talked about how it is not easy to locate these sexualities in their true form. because they never want to get identified as they are. they either want to become like male or female. majority inclines tow...

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February 24, 2016
Bengaluru, India

life is in expectingly..... expected!!!
surprisingly..... surprised!!!
I turned around
made plans
patted my own back
felt relived from future

my body is mine
and so everything related to me is mine
but did I created my body?
did I planned my birth
did I assumed my appearance
what is shaping me
and is still shaping
even while I m breathing
fingers on screen....typing
surely there will be answers but
asking questions were like.....
I waited whole night and my moon came in daylight

GEORGE MICHAEL
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February 21, 2016
Bengaluru, India

sometimes we just want to go out from
our home
our surrounding
our duties
our families
our friends
our dreams
our gripping destiny

and will go
where we want
where we stay

GEORGE MICHAEL
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February 21, 2016
Bengaluru, India

Greed

it's a disgrace to my pain if
I equate my tears to ur blood
how heavy my soul is
to dream my heart bleed
it was not destiny
but the greed of my lust
the desire took the lead
killed u and left me in bits

why can't this longing
turns into a tale
why it rewards u one
but uncountable deaths to me
like a punishment
of my desire
alive body on pyre
no escape but fire
still the greed is intact
even after fire rapes me
air disheveled the leftover
water gulps the dirt
greed laughs
my soul weeps
I have become or
I was a devil indeed

GEORGE MICHAEL
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February 18, 2016
Bengaluru, India

Students of Jawaharlal Nehru University (JNU) ate beef on the campus andworshipped Mahishasur instead of goddess Durga and hence they are “anti-nationals,” said a Delhi Police report on the Afzal Guru event held on the campus on February 9.
taken from THE HINDU dated 18th Feb, 2016.

the country is in grave danger.

GEORGE MICHAEL
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February 8, 2016
 

Years

a connection
the most sacred in the world
needs trust
without any attachments
just me before u

u in my ears
in my eyes
on my lips
with my fingers
with my fist
above me
behind me
u around me
u surrounds me

music of heartbeats
how we dance on it
necks together
like salt and sweets
smiles and acceptance
errors done willingly

this is how
when u said
to feel this feeling
for years together
and live it for
seconds  reelingly

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January 26, 2016
Bengaluru, India

the Church Street of Bangalore
cool dresses,branded clothes or the mind branded itself
cool people
aping celebrities
and celebrating the emptiness
holding hands of their partners
so alone
not alone actually
insecurities binding them tightly

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January 25, 2016
Bengaluru, India

it feels.....so wonderful
I kept staring at the gift and my lips didn't met for a while.
couldn't speak, couldn't shut my mouth either
I got a rarest gift
was I destined to get a masterpiece of Hindi literature as a gift from a South Indian friend
I m still awestruck.......
at the place I m
at the friend I have
at the gift I received
at the games between me and destiny
with that gift God whispered in my ears.....
"believe me, I can do anything"

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January 23, 2016
 

your cloth soaked
my screaming tears
will our lips ever meet
at the core where u touched me
not like knots
like the fibres in linen
how our bodies would have.....
holded each other
my root like fingers on your shoulder
your lips like emeralds on my neck
never I cared for this clay
as much u worshipped today
and still our body in search of
each others hold
or yours for at least mine
to pacify those sobbing
to spread smile on my skin
unfortunately u embraced me
instead of the skin
is me in you still missing?
that body burnt in its worries
and my limbs parted from u
with u and me still kissing

why it doesn't melts
why it is just entangled
a mystery perhaps
for both of us
can't term it onl...

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January 19, 2016
 

sharper than any other
its today I dared sensing
still unaware of the touch of it
may like the warmth of bond
may promise "security"
dare not I touch it
sense itself chokes me

transparent it is
can see everything around
thin and porous
strong and rigid
I sensed it now
my breath
didn't let my eyes see clearly
some air from my mouth
couldn't reached outside
it is  still near to me
around my face
suffocating

my body focal to its creation
I dance, laugh, weep and read
a fairy I m in the beautiful world
with a story teller
and a happy ending to be sure
but what if a fairy wants to.......
"No,no,no......."
its a small mistake
just change the concept
but not the term
this is complete freedom
...

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January 7, 2016
 

My heart alone could tell about your half drawn arrow,
Could it leave a sting behind, had it pierced the marrow
- Asadullah khan Ghalib

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January 5, 2016
 

me and my mom wrote wrote this at same time and we discovered it one year later...........

वो नरम हाथों ने थाल में परोसा था
पकवान तो बहाने थे
प्यार जो जताना था
सपने हज़ार थे
उन बंद आँखों का भरोसा
अपने सपने,पूँजी, क़िस्मत और इज्ज़त
जाते वक़्त आशिर्वाद के साथ
मेरे हाथों में सौपा
मेरे तमगो को माना था गहना
आगे बढ़ना, आगे बढ़ना
पीछे जाते हुए चेहरे का इतना था कहना

अब आँखे बंद करू भी तो कैसे
ये यादे बूंदो में बहने वाली नही
माँ तू नही तेरा आशिर्वाद सही
यही सोच रही हु
रिक्शे में बैठी मैं अभी

नूर चश्मी बेटी, प्यार

वादा था था बेटी से
नही रोऊँगी उसके जाने पर
निभाया भी,
नही गिरने दिए आँसू
चुपचाप जाने दिया
अगले दिन उसके छुटे हुए
सामान को
समेटते हुए बहुत
रोकी रुलाई
कम में उलझा रखा
बहार - भीतर मन को।
पर दोपह...

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