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Scream

Scream against the masquerade, scream against new things.
Scream, into rebellion. It is the only thing that defines you.

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Why’s and Maybe’s

Why do you always find beauty in sharp edged clear shadows? Why not the blurred ones?

I don’t know, what do you find special in the blurry ones?

It makes me feel divine, see, the unsharp edges look like each point is emitting light. So it looks like I am emitting light.

So maybe I had never seen it like that so that you would tell me this beautiful thing.

Maybe.

Saved till now

The wires and the trees then celebrate my arrival
by bestowing upon me the few drops of rain that they had so lovingly saved.
All they have they give.
Who am I to have given up?

Night

O night, tell me if I sing when you are the darkest
Will they call me the witch I am
or love me as a nightingale?

Alive

Am I only alive because I have the capability to die? Is that the only proof of me being alive?

Her Hair

We were sitting on the platform of a fountain that resided ever so slightly near the edge of a hill. The sky was dark but the view had been so beautifully lit by the civilizations and vehicles that existed. The hills nearby were always adorned with such dots of lights during night and I was sitting next to her. There was a dog too lying blissfully near the fountain.

 

She mostly kept her hair tied but whenever it was dark and no one could see her, she would let the strands free. Her locks were black, amazingly curly and more tangled than the string theory ever can be but her hair would perfectly flow next to her face, and fall gently on her shoulders.

 

Just when I was admiring the view of her and the landscape, she showed a sudden change of expression. She seemed anxious and when I asked why she pointed at the dark view in front of us. Apparently the lights had all gone, perhaps a power cut of some sort, but that saddened her for a while.

 

I am very sure about the fact that I had only looked away for a second or less because I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her next. She was still sad but this time I saw the same dots of lights earlier on the hill now on her hair strands. Amidst the dark, she had those firefly-like lights somehow embedded lined up on her hair. Blue, red, yellow, the headlights to the house lights, all shining on her black hair. Then one of the dots of light slipped through one strand and fell down like a droplet. I was eagerly observing what would happen next given my disbelief till now. The moment the light droplet hit the concrete floor, it created a wave of light that rippled through space and spread its shine everywhere.

 

I was awestruck, she was confused and the dog jumped to its toes. She looked at some of her hair that was in the front and realized immediately somehow as if she had already dreamt of this happening. She then gave a playful smile and bit her lower lip, then shook her head with a childlike smile, her kind of smile. As she shook her head, all the small light droplets just scattered around surrounding our feet and resulted in the creation of waves of colors that I had never seen together like that. She continued to do that as I witnessed a starry explosion under my feet and my universe wrapped around her hair, my universe wrapped by her.

 

The mist

And I chase the mist at times
hoping perhaps to find a place
where I can hide completely from the world for once
but as far I go into the mist, there seems to be none left

until I can see a corn field with a path right in the middle
I tread the path thinking it was meant for me
hoping perhaps to find another coming my way
and so I will be complete, saved finally
but as close as I seem to be getting, the stranger the person seems to me
it sure must be weird keeping a mirror amidst the fields

This one boy

There is a young boy, who wears an aqua green textured kurta
that reaches just a little below his waistline
with the kind of fabric that has wrinkled on the elbow fold of its full sleeves
It fits him a little loose on his thin physique
A 5 year old boy, wearing this and walking around with his tiny footsteps
that try to cope up with his eyes that pace in all directions simultaneously
He is far visioned, not predicting the future
instead predicting how the road will embrace him next when he falls
because he looks everywhere but down

 

His tiny feet walk on mud, grass and concrete and love each one the same

And I know that his walk has the purpose of chase
Now he could chase anything, hair, hand, legs or shoes

But he chases only the shawls of kurtas red, green and yellow

And the falls of sarees black, blue and white

Some things to grab on, perhaps the only things he remembers of her

 

He walks on, without destination

Sometimes he doesn’t notice how far the chase has brought him

And when he gets tired he sits somewhere on the top of a hill

Staring somewhere at infinity trying to find out exactly where the horizon is

Trying to find out the answers to all of his questions

Questions of why, how, why not

Questions that no one has the answers to

Maybe that is the reason he wishes to inflict pain upon himself

To maybe search what he looks for in blood and bruise

Touching sishnu with love as if saying you don’t have to be alone

I’ll take the pain if it makes you feel loved.

 

But as he walked one day along a bricked street in his old chase

He was lifting his hands up and following when he noticed his hand change its color

So he halts right under a sun kissing red translucent plastic roof

Followed by more such roofs that make up a rainbow sky

His skin ignited with candy colors and his eyes widened

And he ran across the street over and over again

Noticing how quickly the floor changed the beautiful colors

With him as the 8th one from the collection of seven

 

His moment of beauty ended when the street did

But that rainbow sky became his thing of beauty forever

And he no longer chased memories of past or future

He chased colors of now.

Stay

A little bit of blue on your grey skies, and I’ll stay
Conditions on my love, dear, then I’ll stay
Selfish is my love, only then can I stay
Because selfless I tried once, and I lost myself
And I left, so now I will stay with the self that is left.

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