The see-saw is askew
And I want to ask you
Why are you still crying for balance?
Distractions are blinding
Terrors normalised in
A world which is bursting with absence.
It’s a lopsided space
This isn’t an equal race
Neutrality is just your pretense.
Your eyes will grow squinted
Your opinions tainted
And this is how the world really ends.
How can you look at a carpet
And ignore the threads?
Ah, but it is just a rape.
Tag: anger
Tunnel Vision
My heart is sinking faster than my breath Red hot metal scraps tinkling like rain Voices loom outside the tunnel I've been inside so long, Do I want to go out? I could ask for help and shout But my voice chokes with rage I want a carnage Every part of myself torn apart Sticking to the walls like abstract art In a room without a door. Explosions inside my core Fashion themselves into frail groans Dissipating into sullen silences Too misty to grasp too well Once they leak outside Into the circle of light. There's no fight left in me I become the tunnel I am my shell Scrape my remains Into a putrid bowl of poetry. You'll finally find me.
Mad
My blood boils as my country heats up You and I watch helplessly Hopelessly As men with empty shells for brains Fight a war where they die, and the women get raped. I’m paralysed By the sheer number of heavy headlines, Each a bullet to the heart of our beloved land. Men die like flies Women protest like they have nothing left to lose And they still say, “But what about when-“ You and I, We scream, shout, yell and cry But end up laughing with a taste of bitterness inside our mouths. We break into peals of laughter- Our eyes turn into glass balls Lips as hard as ice Hearts as cold as the tip of a gun barrel. Mad, aren’t we? Aren’t we all?
Ablaze
I’m burning
The red fire inside the core of my body
Rises with its million tongues
The veil of smoke makes my silhouette a blur
I am burning
And I don’t know how to stop.
Put out the fire!
It’s an unholy disaster
I am an unholy disaster
I can’t stop the fire, Baba,
I tried bathing in the Ganges
Almost drowned in my own tears-
My rotten flesh still charrs.
Why am I burning, Ma?
Was I not a good girl?
Appropriate is my nickname
At least in society, I am
Miss Prim and Proper.
I know I show my teeth to you, Ma
I don’t know who else I can turn to.
I really am sorry.
Is that why I burn?
I have the need to please them all
Be cool
Don’t be that all-hating girl
Finding problems with the world
Especially when you can do nothing about it.
Especially when you believed you could.
Ignorance is bliss
Don’t set your expectations so high
That they almost touch the danger sign of ‘Ideal’.
Ideal isn’t real
The red flags aren’t either, convince yourself.
Bury your head in your rabbit hole
Maybe you’ll extinguish those deadly flames.
Who does those flames want to touch?
Why are they so angry?
There are fresh eyes opening inside my soul
They see too much
I don’t know how to shut them
The rabbit hole is too far away now.
Cynic turned misanthrope?
I refuse to be that one.
There is good, I have seen it.
I have, I must remember that.
I yell and scream at my own burning self
Until the fire calms down.
I’m numb now, the blaze is over.
Looking aimlessly at the city’s skeleton
I distance myself as far as I can.
Survival needs escape.
I don’t know who’s there with me,
But I can still feel
The flicker that lives on
In my eyes.
All that the flicker needs
Is a trigger
And I’ll be ablaze again.
I don’t know how to stop.
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