we are all elegant fury
and dismantled dreams
against a broken system,
caged birds kept behind
we sought the gardens
and found ourselves bound
to the mistakes of yesterday,
in the age of imposters
and now, we are addicted
to prozac promises and xanax lies
because we can’t swallow
the bitter truth
that change will never happen
if we can’t break free
- ashley jane
i’ve always been fascinated
by the kind of art others don’t appreciate,
the poetry etched in haste on the bathroom stall,
the graffiti scrawled on passing train cars
i suppose i love the abstract, the undefined,
the stuff we share thinking no one will notice
(but still hoping they will)
we shed layers of pain with ink and paint
baring the real ness that lies underneath it all
there is so much power in the words we never said
because we were too afraid of being judged
that’s when we put our heart and soul on exhibit
behind the grit and grime
truth runs free
- ashley jane
New Delhi, India
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
was as fresh as the bright blue sky.
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
when I look up to them
I feel a sense of connection
that can't be broken by anyone
And when I see her face
I got to that special place
where there is no returning back
until she turns away.
Oh! Don't you see?!
You're the prettiest person I have laid my eyes on
You're the prettiest person I have set my eyes on.
Humanity has collapsed,
All that is there is hatred,
In words, in papers ,in news,
In posts, videos and views.
The cruelty in judgement,
Turning errors into crimes,
Not giving a damn not a dime!
Brutality is the new concept,
Violence is the new nature.
We are painting a picture
With blood stains and torn skins,
Maybe the time has come, to pay for our sins.
Turning against each other
Is the last nail in the coffin.
So we prey on the weaks
And humiliate the supposed inferiors,
We choke the rebels and
Hang the good warriors
We seize the control and
Decide their last breaths.
As our sensitively shreds!
Venom in the jokes,
Disgust in the voices,
Wrong and wrong
Are the only choices.
Nature has ...
There's certain paths you walk alone,
and I'll walk alone untill I'm home.
With a head held high and heart with hope,
I'll walk alone untill I'm home.
It's always been a bit like charades
blindfolded in the dark
balanced on the edge of a cliff
trying to guess the pantomimed idiom
and the extent of this enigma
offered up like a golden alibi
We know it's a kind of game
the sort with enamored implications
and the promise of enlightenment
on the shores of new frontiers
out beyond the reach of humanity
hanging on the fringes of divinity
Aunque lo sepa,
No es fácil quitarle al cielo las estrellas,
Dejar que la lluvia moje con su llanto,
Los extensos campos de azucenas marchitas.
Aunque lo sepa,
Debo arrastrar conmigo los vestigios
De una ciudad austera y abatida
Cansada de la guerra y de la hambruna.
Aunque lo sepa,
No puedo apagar al alba los luceros
Que buscan en tus ojos la respuesta
A preguntas y acertijos ya olvidados.
Aunque sepa que no debo amarte
Cómo el viento ama la tempestad
Aún así mi encendido corazón te busca
Aún así mi corazón te anhela...
... aunque lo sepa
Real love is not like the poetry. it is not i love you spat down each other’s throats or finding a reason to live again because you found this one person. It is so much simpler than that. real love is telling them to go back to sleep because it is still early and you know they need it, even if you want them to be awake with you. It’s realizing it won’t always be easy but still choosing them every day and wanting to be the very best for them.
And in the end
We were all just humans
Drunk on the idea
That love, only LOVE
Cud heal our brokenness
I have noticed that the times that I
really thought that I was absolutely
right, I wasn’t. And it was a very big surprise! Now I am trying to take my
time to discern before I make any
kind of judgments as I see, that
perhaps I may see what I want to.
The day after the apocalypse:
After the dust had settled,
After the birds begin chirping,
After the clocks strikes midnight,
After I start breathing.
The day it all ends,
Is the day we surface shore,
This day seems close,
Closer than before.
When kid's laughter echo,
When car's engine starts,
When the day seems brighter,
And the night not so dark.
The day it all begins,
Is the day reality prevails,
No one knows what will happen,
Or what this day entails.
A tangled mess to a warrior for life,
The journey hasn't been easy,
And the transformation continues,
to be painful,
Yet I choose to live and let go,
For I found myself,
And my soul,
Beautiful in pieces.
Había también algo de verdad en sus mentiras,
Y el descanso se hizo cansado,
No podía imaginar la inmensa cesta
Que necesitaría para recoger todas las manzanas,
El iba con serenidad caminando entre los árboles,
Mientras mi corazón se arrugaba bajo sus botas,
Limpiaba la escarcha de la mañana con mis cabellos,
Lloraba un poco,
Ponía las lágrimas en el té.
Aún esperaba cada tarde que apareciera con la bocina de su auto,
Pero el auto jamás brilló por el camino de grava,
Y lo que era un miedo,
se hizo certeza,
Las mentiras estaban vivas,
Yo mirándome al espejo,
hace tiempo había fallecido.
Can you see what’s underneath?
The growing grassroots and all the tall trees,
They look so pretty , mighty and evergreen ,
Like they were etched by hand to perfection,
Take a closer look and you will see,
The scars in those barks,
The windswept summer dried leaves,
The branching roots below at war,
Struggling for the common water source,
It’s so beautiful when you see afar,
But why don’t you take a closer look?
Maybe you will find,
They’re just like you and me.
कहने को सपनो का शहर,
जिसने कभी रुकना नही जाना ।
जहाँ हर श्रण सब कुछ बदलता हो,
और रफ़्तार ही हो जिसकी पहचान ।
वह आज, कुछ थम सा गया हैं,
मानो मुट्ठी में क़ैद हुई रेत ।
इस ठहराव से ऊपर उठ,
बंबई, तुम व्याकुल न होना ।
फिर से तुम उठोगे,
फिर से तुम दोङोगें ।
- अरू जोशी
All of your
Look where you fell short.
In your worship
My getting over
That taught me
Much about the injustices in life.
Class is over.
Why should I bend myself
To satisfy your bountiful ego?
The Madman & The Flame
I know what the madman knows,
I'm privy to his thoughts.
And so, I walk towards the flame,
For a reason I forgot.
I dance away my desires,
A crowd gathers under the spell.
Naked as the day I was born,
And ignorant just as well.
I unlearn all the opinions and
That the world put on my shoulder.
They are but newly acquired, says the madman.
The flame is much, much older.
I cannot name that which burns,
For what burns so bright?
From ashes, it makes a man,
From smoke, a clear insight.
And so I sing, at the top of my voice,
For the entire world to see.
Engulfed slowly and completely,
By the fire, that was once within me.
I know what th...
May be you
Weren't worth the wait
Or may be I waited too long.
May be I should have
Given up on you
Or may be
I should have tried harder.
Maybe I shouldn't have looked for you
I should have left you already.
May be I forgot to give
My self a chance
Or maybe I thought.
You would complete me.
May be I was afraid of losing someone again
May be I never found you
I have learnt to give up.
Or may be i already did.
I thought it wouldn't have made any difference
But seeing you holding someone's else hand
And listening to your favourite song made me realise
May be even I get jealous sometimes.
May be this heart still wants you
Or may be this heart always wan...
The chains that bind me
Forged steel of my own making;
Links I cannot break.
*By My Own Hand*
#chains #CMMayChallenge writing prompts
Background photo courtesy of @FathomCurv on Instagram
To who then do I owe this pleasure,
or this curse, to love a second
long after the first. I must say
I have toed the line day after day
with no regard to a past ill spent,
but the past is present—I repent.
Now what then do I seek salvation from?
No god or man has talent enough
to make my deeds undone.
Nor even in a dying breath a lament
shouted towards the sun
would do sufficient harm or good
to make my deeds undone.
So I ask once more: why tread this path?
There is no reason for my treason
though to warily await each passing season.