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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
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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February 28, 2018
 

He sat there, at the edge of the cliff. He knew I was behind him. We both were breathing from the same heart. The swaying of our ribcages were in unison. I was in no hurry to forward my step, neither was he in haste to turn his face. We were already in communion.
The waterfall at the other side of the cliff was the background of the canvas which observed the transition from night to dawn.
Sparkling white ropes disseminated on historical algae walls. Ropes drop endlessly with such high velocity. Swaying of our ribcages and the thumping of ropes created a music. The music of silence, of understanding, of relief from pain, of shower without rain. The song came from the communion. With that phase...

PULSE
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February 28, 2018
 

Experience is the word which stands apart from all the words in the world. This word is an evolution in itself. The word makes an appeal to me because my experiences distinguishes me from all the others. It helps me to grow. Experiences cannot be gained through reading books. It's a wholesome process which goes on till death. It's one of the best ways to understand world and my identity in  it.

PULSE
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February 15, 2018
 

Just between you
me and the
since even walls
more often than not
from this day forward
take heart and forget
remember only blood
is thicker

From book: Typewriter music
By David Malouf

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY
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February 11, 2018
 

When I look in the mirror, I see my eyes. When I stare at them in worry, they stare me back with confidence. When I stare at them with confidence, they stare me back with patience. When I stare at them with patience, they stare me back with adventure. The person at the other side is my competitor, motivator and my best friend.
Whenever I look in the mirror, I see something different, something evolving every second. I always fall in love with this being.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY
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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...

INTERNATIONAL COFFEE DAY
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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

ORIGINAL
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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

ANTHONY CIOFFI
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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.
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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...

NOTEBOOK DAY
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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.

ORIGINAL
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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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