Poles Apart

You were the water, all of it.

But,

I,

Just did not know how to swim.

 

You were the silence, all of it.

But,

Sweetheart I,

Just did not know the quiet.

 

You were the light,all of it.

But, I,

My love,

Was a dark soul.

 

And then came a time when you raised to the sky.

Became it. All of it.

But darling I,

Did not know how to fly.

I just did not know how to fly.

– Rashi

Melancholy Morning

I wrote this a few months back while I was dealing with some past unhappy memories. I hope you guys like it. Leave your thoughts below. I do so love to hear from you guys. xx

 

My dishevelled hair,

just the way you like it, crowd my wet eyes.

I do not want the world to see

and say that you do not care for me.

My voice, so hoarse and deep,

I say it’s due to the early morning, for

I do not want them to know, I again cried myself to sleep.

My fingers shake violently. It’s from

the chilly winter wind, they say and I agree.

because I do not want them to see,

how hard I am trying to bind together our broken memories.

– Rashi

Two Girls

Two girls sitting under a tree,

a rose in one’s hand, in other’s a chocolate for free.

Their Aunt is generous. She comes, now and then,

to scold their parents for the times when,

 

Didi was eight, Riya nine,

when their dad’s words mighty fine

choked their throats, bled their souls.

They sat, under the tree, crying alone.

When their mum pulled their hair and screamed,

‘Why did you happen to me?’

They cried and held each other while their parents fought a bitter fight.

 

Today was the same, yet again.

They sat under a tree,

the younger asked the elder,

‘Will we ever be free?’

– Rashi

 

Note: This is something I stand for. Because I know how fucked up emotions can destroy your life. Not a personal experience but it still hurts to be conscious of the fact that there are such children out there going through all this shit and not being able to stand up for themselves. Because, how can they? 

 

(Image via Pinterest – “…PSA ads by Juvenile Protective Association visually illustrate that “Verbal abuse is still abuse.” These ads were created by EuroRSCG Chicago, USA.”)

 

 

Left me alone again, didn’t you?

My eyes were closed shut. I could hear the pitter-patter of rain at my window. It felt as if someone was knocking right at the walls of my heart, pleading to get out. With a sigh, I made my way towards the window to finally reward the relentless drops of water and let them touch my skin and fade all the marks of memory – painful memory – that once belonged to someone to whom I offered my heart. Someone who took it with a gentle smile on his lips and then, right in front of my eyes, crushed it in ways more than one, leaving it alive enough to pump the blood through my veins but not enough to cause me to live with the passion and enthusiasm that was me. What was he thinking? And why did he do it? And does he have any idea what he has reduced me to? Was it all intentional or not?

‘I am confused’ he had said while still looking into my eyes, feigning tears of honesty. Or was it just me who thought that he was false? Continue reading “Left me alone again, didn’t you?”

Eternal Love

Did the wind touch you subtly?

It was me saying, ‘You look so lovely..’

Did it whisper in your ear,

That you are, to me, so dear?

Did you behold the bright star falling?

It was me: you were calling.

Did you feel the drops of rain?

It was me washing away your pain.

Did you smile, bright eyes, when the leaves were dancing?

It was me, in your joy, rejoicing.

Did you sense the midnight silence, so clear?

It was me lending you my ear.

Did you finally feel relief?

Dearest,

I was sending you in a sweet, sweet sleep.

 

– Rashi

 

These were originally just random, fragmented meditations on reading ‘Romeo and Juliet’ which, surprisingly enough, took a cute, little form as a lyrical poem. 🙂

 

 

Wuthering Heights & Sleepless Nights

 

For a past few days, I have been suffering from a bad, a VERY bad insomnia. A couple days back, I even tried crying my eyes out just to strain them. Unfortunately, that didn’t work either. Last night I got so frustrated that I screamed so loud (it was 1:30 in the morning) that I scared myself which, clearly, did not help in any way what-so-ever in putting my body to sleep and my mind at ease. Sighing to myself in defeat, I decided to do what happens in most movies: stand under the ‘gorgeous’moonlight. I swear it looked beautiful, the moon. But to my added irritation, a part of it was hidden behind those infernal houses. (God I personally hate one or two maybe five of my neighbours!) Determined to take a full look at the beautifully flawed silver eye of the heaven, I decided to go to the terrace. Where I could feast my eyes upon the beauty of it all. Of the dark night. Maybe meet Dracula!
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