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September 11, 2019
 

Music is like the mirror of our lives, our stories. We write our thoughts into poetries and sing our sentiments into melodies. Thoughts change. Feelings change. We change. Our lives pick up speed, so do fingers on the guitar. We skip a heartbeat when we see the people we so badly want to meet, and the hand playing the piano fumbles. We loose our tempers sometimes and take it out on the drums to silence our boiling blood. We cry and hug the violin, seeking warmth in its enchanting music. And at the end of the day, when we're tired of everything, we sing ourselves a silent lullaby till our eyelids  give in to sleep.

SLAPPIN' THE BASE
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September 8, 2019
 

Once upon a time, in a land far away lived a beautiful princess. One fine day, a prince came along riding a white horse, swept her off her feet and kissed her on the lips. The prince ended up with a bleeding nose and sexual harassment charges.

KALEIDOSCOPE
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September 6, 2019
 

Is it my fault?
If I can't free myself from the things holding me back, if what is bondage to me is my duty to others, and if I can't bring myself to shatter everything just for my pleasure, is it my fault that I'm sad? If everything I do for myself seems to hurt the ones around me, is it my fault that I'm hesitant? If every action of mine invites questions and judgmental stares, is it my fault that I'm afraid of making mistakes?
If every thought of freedom is coupled with the guilt of forgetting my debts, is it my fault that I just can't do what it takes to spread my wings and fly away?
Is it my fault that I don't have a choice?

VISIONS
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June 22, 2019
 

It was a long hard day,
And I lay,
Staring through my glass,
Alcohol in my eyes,
That failed to soothe me,
And the commotion in my head,
Eyes swollen and red,
My vision dull and dead,
I was losing it all,
Punching the wall,
Chewing my shawl,
I got mad at the devil,
Where the hell are you,
I said,
Why don't you just show your face,
And I saw it,
It was right before me all the time,
No horns, no trident,
Just a pretty fragile glass,
Of indulging liquid,
Casting a shadow,
In my face,
On my life...

LIMITS EXIST ONLY IN THE MIND
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May 14, 2019
 

What happened to your promises?
And those pinky swears?
Stupid little lies,
That destroyed my life.
You said you'd be there,
And now suddenly,
You have too much going on,
There's no time for me.
Oh, I see.
It's all about your needs.
That's what I'm worth.
And please, no consoling words,
No delayed apologies,
Are enough to stop my tears.
One by one,
They fall tumbling into the abyss,
Of my chaotic mind.
I'm so sorry,
So sorry,
So sorry I trusted you.

FOLLOW YOUR HEART
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May 10, 2019
 

How many times
Have you tried to break
My spirit
Tried to put off
The fire in my effort
Tried to hurt
By throwing in obstacles
Like those irritating strands of hair
Flapping in the air
Beating down on my face
Blocking my vision
To strip me of grace
But don't you see
My sharp line of sight
Staring at my goals
With deadly precision
Don't you see
That your childish games
Are nothing to me
It's all so lame
Watch as I mock you
I've grown stronger
And I look prettier
See me in the picture
All golden light
Brighter, still brighter...

ORIGINAL
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May 8, 2019
 

What is the greatest battle?
For me, it's those particular days
Slow and uneventful
When there's too much of leisure
And I can have my way
All round the day.
That's when my mind
Starts thinking of you
And makes me so clingy
So moody and blue
That I let my guard down
And break down in stupor
Shed loud tears
Facing my worst fear
Of letting myself loose
And free to do what I want
Like pick up a razor
And carve beautiful wounds
On my shivering arms
To open the floodgates wide enough
For blood and tears
They wash away the anxiety
And leave numbing pain
That helps me tame myself
By sucking out all the energy
So that my eyelids close
And I slip into delirious slumber

FOLLOW YOUR HEART
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May 7, 2019
 

It's so hard to find order in the chaos  this place is. Why am I here? Why are these people here?  What are we supposed to do?  I just wake up everyday and go ahead with my routine like a million other people, feel hungry, eat, feel drowsy, sleep, feel bored, use the Internet and think of many wierd things that I can never do. And when I feel I should give myself a break from this monotony and do something different, I go on a vacation. Or go out on a date. Or visit relatives.Or drink at a bar. Or do volunteering work, at best. Like a million other people.
We're all slaves. Of an imagined order. Who said I should eat four times a day? Who said we should use money as a medium of exchange and ...

FOLLOW YOUR HEART
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May 3, 2019
 

Dear report card,
Hello there. So you're here, like every year.  You've been called a lot of things. An unwanted, unavoidable guest.  A truth slap. An unpleasant reality check.  But I'm not going to torture you with any such metaphors. Because I know you're just doing your job. That's okay. No hard feelings.
You are the ultimate measure of our intellectual abilities. You tell us what to do with our careers, with our lives.  You encourage us to go to university. You make us think we want to kill ourselves.  You tell our parents what to think of us. You help the society judge us.
Fine. Have your way. I just want to tell you, that those who are drunk with power never last long. You will lose ...

GOWTHAM GOSALA
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April 29, 2019
 

What's a good life?
All those chapters
Piles of philosophy
Socrates scratching his head
Plato wide awake in bed
Aristotle rubbing his eyes red
I don't know what's all this fuss 'bout
We've all seen life
Within and without
So here's my crude, imperfect opinion
Maybe half baked
Rosy and utopian
But a perfect life,
Should be one with decisions
As flawless
As the fine snow flake
Of rock hard ice
Cracking under Elsa's sharp foot
With that pointed boot
Nothing in it's way
To disrupt the sway
Of the ice and mist
Wish I could do that
Wish everything was that smooth
Wish I could make it through
With as much ease and grace
That would be a perfect life
Too perfect to be true.

HAPPY EARTH DAY 2019
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April 25, 2019
 

Don't worry girl, you'll find your fairytale. Maybe there won't be a lover to marry or a saviour to turn to or a hero to sweep you off your feet. Maybe there's no magic, no miracles. Maybe you have to fight for everything and there's no backup. But have patience. You'll learn and grow and celebrate all that you are. You've got your book and you've got your pen. The story is yours to write.

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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April 16, 2019
 

That girl in the corner
Never talks to me
I never miss a class
So that I can see
The perfect silhouette
Of her upright posture
Every finger
Fluttering expertly over the keys
I never sit still
All flirty and distracting
Trying to get her attention
But her resolution
To make me feel non existent
Makes me so impatient
To tear down whatever mystery
Lies in her history
And echoes in her music
Like fragrant magic
Drifting to my ears
From across the distance
That very instance
I turn my head
Toward the fading sound
But she's nowhere around
Disappears without warning
Like an angel
Or a forbidden pleasure
I don't know who she is
But she plays the best piano ever.

MAKE IDEAS HAPPEN
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April 11, 2019
 

Dear Internet,
I'm really tired of your laziness. I can't take this buffering anymore.
I'm tired of clicking on blue links in the description that take me to useless sites. I hate it when websites demand payment for my favourite movies. It drives me crazy when the server crashes in the middle of a really interesting film. And I have to constantly fight against harmful files and viruses... I mean what do you even do???
I trust you more than people. When I have a really bad day, it is you on whom I count to wipe my tears and make me laugh. I place my mental well being in your hands thinking that you'll never disappoint me, and this is what I get???
I know who is to blame for all if this. Me...

ORIGINAL
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April 2, 2019
 

"There was no water to be seen. He crawled his way through the desert in a desperate attempt to find water. When out of nowhere, a little can rolled over to his feet. He bent down to take a closer look. Then he realized there was a hole in his pockets. The can had slipped out of one of them. He picked it up and shook it to find out what was inside. It sounded like some liquid. He smelt it. Kerosene.
He couldn't stop himself. His throat was parched. His mouth burned from the heat of his breathe. He raised it to his lips and gulped it down. The taste didn't matter. But the horrid realization of the consequences of his impulsive decision made him twist his face in agony. There were no tears. Ju...

POETRY MONTH
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April 9, 2019
 

The moment you turned to leave
My heart grew heavier than all your luggage
Weighed down by the baggage
Of unexpressed emotions
I stared at you
You saw yourself
In my eyes
Did you consider staying
Even for a moment?
Should I have said something?
But all those things are moot now
Because back then,
I stayed silent
And closed my eyes.
When I opened them,
You were gone,
And so was your reflection.
In the blink of an eye...

LETTRS 2019 STAMP
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April 4, 2019
 

Knock knock
Who?
It's me, a daughter, a sister,
A friend
Who was sent
On behalf of them
To leave these flowers
On your doorstep, O society
To congratulate you
On what you always do
To silence our voices
Our cries of protest
Because you detest
Girls who speak up
And toughen up
Everyday, to fight
For their rights
We try to scale pinnacles
But your evil tentacles
Catch hold of our dreams
Everytime,
So congratulations
Keep these fake flowers
To celebrate your power
Which is as fake as them.

POETRY MONTH
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April 3, 2019
 

I've grown restless, these days
Nothing much, just a phase
In this wild goose chase
Through a never ending maze
Seeking solace
Trying to bring grace
To the scars on my face
That remind me of all the ways
I've been let down
Too many times
Right down on my knees
Serves me right, I guess
For making a mess
Of what could have been beautiful
My life
But I'll take it back today
I've got nothing to say
You wronged, you'll pay
Let's raise a toast
To what I've cherished the most
My dignity.

POETRY MONTH
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April 1, 2019
 

Poor man,
Hello there. Listen, there's something you need to do. You remember you have a girlfriend? Yeah. So she's pretty upset about how you treat her. Maybe not intentionally, but you still do it.
But she's a fighter. Always has her shit together. Even if you ruin her day in the worst way possible. Not showing up on dates, hanging up in the middle of a conversation, criticizing her decisions, cancelling plans to go out with friends...I mean what are you doing? She's you know...almost done with you. She's hurt.
If you don't change, you'll wake up one day and realize you've lost the best friend and lover you could ever have. Yes, you're not good with understanding people's feelings. She k...

GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME
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March 30, 2019
 

Dear future 'me',
Hi, I hope you are doing great. Because if you are,  then I should get all the credit. Just joking. Well, I'm kind of dealing with a crisis right now and I need your help.
So I think I'm in love. And it's very unsettling. I'm not the focussed person  I used to be. I get distracted easily and waste long hours thinking about it when I should be studying and working on important stuff. I've begun to day dream. I've lost all control over myself. I eat too much, drink too much, skip classes and take my grades too lightly.
I'm afraid. Is it love?  Is it a lesson? Is it a storm? Is it a trap? So here's the deal.
How about you tell me where this is going so that I can take the ri...

NEVER FORGET
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March 29, 2019
 

Dear ambitious girl,
First of all, congratulations. You have proved yourself different from the whole lot of weaklings that our patriarchal society is attempting to create. Having ambition and courage is not so common in a society where days start and end with stupid gender specific roles.
If you have decided that you are going to do everything in your capacity to do justice to your potential, you are at the beginning of a long journey. And it's anything but easy. There will be problems. There will be traps.
   But believe in yourself. Never let people make you feel silly, dumb or weak. There are well wishers and there are sick opportunists. Make the right choice.
     There will be times ...

BE YOURSELF
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March 28, 2019
 

When it rains, I think of you. Love. Tears. Intensity. Gladness. Pleasure. Relief. Trust. Just you and me and our story. Pelting rain, drenched streets, cold air, damp feet, one umbrella over you and me, tied, frozen, locked in each other's eyes. The speechless magic of that moment, engraved in my heart forever, like you cast a spell on me. Of attachment and promises. And me pouring out all my feelings, showing you my scars, letting go of my fears.

And still holding back a mystery to mark what is unfinished, unsaid, buried in time. One moment of weakness, intimacy and pleasure, before I walk away for the better...

I hope it never rains like that again. Summer, please stay.

ORIGINAL
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March 27, 2019
 

Tree branches bending down
I wander whistling around
Noisy nests and soaring wings
I need no guitar strings.

GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME
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March 26, 2019
 

The hours stretch ahead of me, and so do the days, weeks and months. I see,  everyday, progress and busy hours, deadlines and late nights, rushes from place to place, getting faster, moving forward, changing, getting closer  to the future day by day.
But no, it's not mine. It's the others. I sit here within four walls, with books, paintbrushes, music, papers and ink all over my hands. I stretch and yawn,eat and doze off. I sit at my desk when I like, I work when I feel I should. I sing, I dance, I watch. I think, I feel, I love. With my face full of sweat and head full of thoughts, I stop and look out the window once in a while. I wonder what happens to the world while I keep reading and thi...

ORIGINAL
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