Mermaid Intentions

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I would prefer a tail over feet in a heartbeat
Free myself of the misery of being discreet
While you choke on factory food with gluttony
A plastic bag chokes aqueous fauna pleasantly
Non-biodegradable like human consequences
Unconcerned and unstirred – hence is
the life of feet – by the ripples that lead thee
to waves , to storms , to chaos , to  me.

When known people plead my immediate return
I shall dive deeper underwater and let cities burn
Due to the dehydration caused by shallow living
Dreams dying in archives of minds un-grieving
There continues the competition of being clones
Repeating a pre-planned cycle , mindless drones
have we become , I quit from the constant harass
For being eccentric and not a parakeet carcass.

I find peace in aqua , corner-less and colossal
Grandeur illuminated by the effects of Tyndall
Darkness in depths shall cocoon us to sleep
While oceans grow with tears that we weep
Isolated from concrete and man-made noise
Softly suspended within the paragon of poise
Scales of iridescence upon extremities are laid
Farewell mortality and morph into a mermaid.

Spiral

Forgive me stranger , I must withhold from conductance
of bodily warmth , fetus in an alcove of resistance
I am inhuman towards these cardiac emotions
Of gleeful illusions , of hormonal infusions
Incapacitated by thy need of constant devotion
Revolted by cheap wine you deem a love potion.
Infatuation inevitable , our endurance shall last as long
as lymphocyte cells , this attraction isn’t as strong
as the abyss within which my monolith is upright
A sight deemed responsible for this precarious night.

And you speak with such reverence of my physicality
Soul tangent to the curves , you won’t acknowledge me
when the nocturnal crescent dies , crescendos dissipate
Dawn incarcerates all that’s left behind to celebrate
Your lips fluent in words belonging to the superficial
Mine can fathom none other than those of the abysmal
Let’s play Russian roulette to this wicked game called love
The sky bleeds profusely , over the horizon flies a dove
You offer a thorn-adorned rose to tear my paper heart
While I dissemble the trigger lock to obliterate my head apart.

Indian Pottery

Mold me , I say
Into the conformity of proprietary
As aesthetic as  goods with fancy packaging
and 10% content
Make me the poster child for society ,
maintain
the circumference of the chapatis
Abort the daughter , lest she
have an education and crumble the wall
of patriarchy , now that
troubles us more than rape culture
Because let’s be honest
Whilst some blame it on the alcohol  ,
We love to blame it on our
women.

Oh dear , the consequences you’ll face
Still unmarried after 25  ?
Match kundlis before it’s too late !
Banned from pre-marital sex
Arrange shaadi.com profiles
Do it with a stranger to avoid remorse
( and shower him with dowry for his services , of course )
Of what worth are you if you cannot control a kitchen
Or pop out babies like a chicken
laying eggs . Don’t stop
till we get a fruit basket of sons
We are not scientists
Whilst they blame it on the Y chromosome
We love to blame it on our women.

Hold up , is that self-respect you contain ?
Feed your family first , altruism over vain
to a point where calcium levels drop
We are ignorant of these brittle bones
that once carried our skin
Now she’s just a maid
forgiving and washing away our sins
As we personify an object and objectify her body.
We are the item girls , the bikini bodies
the women in wet saris
Though never in reality
Because culture wakes up from its coffin
and reminds us we must cloak ourselves
in modesty
Unless we’re asking for rape , then go ahead.
( Don’t complain later )

God forbid ,  you say you’re a feminist
Oh no , we have another one ,
as if individuality was a human right
that didn’t belong to anyone
who doesn’t have a penis .
For equal opportunities in work never equate
Must have reached success without endeavor
through contacts and sexual favors
Money is sexist and thus
your wage shall be lower than that of
the lowest qualified officers .
Whilst they blame it on economy
We love to blame it on the women .

Let us mold you , they say
as if you were nothing but a mound
of clay.
And we allow them to
every single day.

When Your Personal Demon is Your BFF

Trust me , I’ll stay.

A pretty paroxysm of downward emotion
I won’t give you the baby blues of a butter knife
Depression is a shade of red, purple and black
Like the face of a frequently beaten wife .
Cower under your blanket and expect
Oblivion to save you from whats under the bed
Although I’m the parasite you welcome inside you
to blacken your veins and devour your head.
Dissection of the brain is our hobby
Trauma our drama , isn’t it love ?
Kill the sunshine by letting it evaporate
happiness like water on a stove .
Having  faith in those depression quizzes
Everybody desires to be sad nowadays
I’ll help you drown in the mainstream of
I’m not okay’s.

Come run away with me to our kingdom
Before the psychiatrists reprimand
I’m a rabid rabbit and you’re in
Post-apocalyptic Wonderland
You’re a bound and crowned Alice ,
Low self-esteem , more self malice
Finding satisfaction in any abuse
As you sip death from your chalice .
Palace walls ooze liquid bodies of malevolence
Their viscous digits flowing down to hold your hand
Encouraging the blade to carve individual words
Retelling haunting tales only you and I can understand .
Loneliness and I come in the best combinations
Showing your true ugliness only a mirror can comprehend
Grow the keratin and scratch the pretty from your face
You and I are going to be such good friends.

Dear World

I refuse to be
a sheep in the herd of self – imposed butchery.
Dream like the sky’s the limit , they say
But how can we if we’ve never seen
the actual blue ?
When they’ve eclipsed our sky with
concrete carcasses.
Those plasma dots everybody’s looking at ?
they won’t shine for us , cue pollution .
Shrinks are throwing pills as nonchalantly
as the rice is in Indian weddings
Bullets are thrown faster than sticks and stones
Words seem to have lost their effect
Talk is now cheap
and yet we all need to pay the loans .
The word rape is being followed by culture
Insecurities
devoured by social vultures , it is good
to be bad and downright stupid
to be good.
Technology  has made
surviving easier and working harder
Medicine has accomplished a longer life span
but we live lesser and lesser.

Love is misinterpreted
as a stable relationship status
Forever lasts as long as it is convenient
Parents split family as if it was nihilistic
Children
in a playpen of negligence
Friendship  , now stripped down
to number of Facebook friends
never in need , but fr-enemies indeed.
Plasticity
coats our relationships to show a flawless sheen
like clear nail polish.
Mirrors serve the purpose of letting us
color faces like coloring books
Material bordering on materialism
We critique externally
rather than asking ourselves
What have we become ?
There is no awaiting a zombie apocalypse
it is already here ,
Our minds , our hearts  , dead .

You weren’t like this , so tell me , old friend
Did this seem like a good intervention ?

The Catalyst

Had I known you’d be so obsidian
and manipulative
While balancing sunshine
as a ring upon your head
I would’ve cut all cables loose
To lose the electric current I was through
with you , don’t excuse
oblivion as innocence  , you and I both know
You are the product of catastrophe
And I am just the catalyst.

Stupid of me , I should’ve known
you were the eye of the storm
finding comfort in the chaos
surrounding you
Now I am foolproof towards your ambiguity
you were not confused , you were merely
an asshole.
Cheating is what cheating does
Mind over monogamy ,  overconfidence over consequence
Prepared myself for the blame game  
Let them incorrectly assume that I , the relationship wrecker ,
and you , a victim of feminine
poison .

So you can pretend your side of the story is
pacific
Use sandpaper to blunt and curve the specifics
Corrode society’s mind
with your nice guy tricks while I ,
I lay myself down under your stampede
of disillusion
Us humans , so gullible ,
so impatient to conclude without tangible proof
For love has neither laws attached nor strings
And cheating is just a silly side effect
among many other things.

You were solely  responsible for your self-destruction
Tried to drag me along but boy doesn’t know his equations
Forgot that I ,the catalyst , remains unchanged in the reaction.

Fire Extinguishers , Jenga Blocks and the Apocalyptic Crush

It’s only a crush.
Yet the word defines
endless metaphors of cute gore
Whether they are the cliché
butterflies incinerating my stomach
(For which I would gladly gulp a fire extinguisher)
or I , the  melted Popsicle ,  the one you wont cry over .
Though now I am beginning to understand
The semantics of holding your hand
or the force field of your goodbyes
Crushes me , like wet concrete
underneath your feet ,
You have imprinted on me.

So forgive me if I wish to defy
The appeal of one plus one
Being solitary , my adjective
Which you have so elegantly knocked over
as if it were a poorly built Jenga block tower
Dragged to the level of silly similes
You are the apocalypse of me
I have allowed cheesy to encapsulate
Imagined countless scenarios
of parallel lines intersecting
I shouldn’t be acknowledging
your presence and absence
but it smashes me like a bullet train
or the bullet you are , cozy up in my brain
My composure now promoted to
most certifiably nuts.


So I tell myself , it is just a crush ,
A puddle
Then why do I feel like I’m drowning  ?

Bouquet above Bones

Leave me love ,
Leave my body behind.
Watch my eyes drift shut this final time
While the birds mourn from the loss of my seeds
Let my soul evaporate as serenely as it may please
Could you remember me not as the woman with the noose
Or the one with an emptied bottle of pills ?
I’m aware that my reasons shall remain a mystery
Just know that life was a carcass inside of me
A mother would never leave behind her only son
But I could not drag him into the pain I had solely become
Remind him my love is being pumped by his heart
Hoping one day he’ll forgive me for these mental shards
Do visit my stories and a smile at my gravestone
My soul may have scarred, my porcelain bones
Bouquets will flourish above them , not weeds
of  cowardly pride
Promise me I won’t be just another suicide .

Easy – Unnecessary musings #1

I wish it was this easy for most of us , to find someone of the opposite sex and go ,” Hey you ! Yeah , you ! Date me. ”
But it’s not.

Especially when you’re a reader or a writer. Even if you’re not socially popular ,  you’ve already put yourself in the shoes of so many fictional characters with various personalities or written about the people inhabiting your mind. You can no longer define yourself as a single individual .
Would you like 2 cubes of adjectives in your tea ?  *Unladylike-snort* More like 15-20 would be delightful !

I always wonder what it would be like to just reveal yourself to someone. Do you just flip the hood of your car or do you take them for a ride ? ( No pun intended )
To open up to you would be like stripping the editing of a beautiful photo and revealing the raw form. Synonymous to presenting  a gold ore and fools gold and demanding an ultimatum.  I am unable to suppress the fear that you may most likely choose fools gold and I would be forced to refine myself by man made processes to be able to get your attention .Get my flow ?

And can I point out , that love is blind seems like bullshit ? True , if we are referring to platonic love , for instance the love of a mother for her child , looks are not taken into consideration. But what about love at first sight ? You didn’t know their personality beforehand ( Duh) and all you knew at that instant was the person’s appearance.
Also , if you’re into someone you must at some level be physically attracted to them , again pointing out that love , my WordPress peeps , is not blind. Hence Proved ?

Sigh .

Mythologies and Mundanes

Like Icarus , I am irrevocably drawn to you
An ineffable source poised amidst the blue
Your radiance chased away my shadowed sorrows
Instilled in me faith , your unlimited tomorrows
Desire soared to burn with your incandescence
So exquisite , we could be an entity of essence
To be able to hold you like vines that intertwine
Simply put , I wished to make you mine.

Like Orpheus , I would envelope you in serenades
Moonshine with music , soporific till you fade
I always regret my undoing of a stationary promise
Watched you disappear like the last sip of wine in my chalice
Eurydice , know that I will eternally search for you
Anxiously hoping your arrival to heaven is due
For you were my lens for epiphanies
Now my lyre only weeps cacophonies.

Like Lynceus , I would be gentle and considerate
Not all men are inculcated with ego and violence
Your purpose would not be solely to proliferate
Believe that I would worship you with reverence .
Hypermnestra , I beg of you to give me a chance
Without the hasty slash of metal murder
Allow my admiration to encase you in a trance
So we can some day take this relationship further.

Like Cupid , I betrayed to occupy the space beside you
Asking nothing of you but blind acceptance
Coveted us in black yet we were devoid of rue
Our superficial beauty should have been of no relevance .
However , cat-killed-curiosity marred your judgement
So I abandoned you in quick distress
Although misunderstandings are imminent
Psyche , never have I loved you any less.

Our story is analogous to Greek mythology
A 21st century version of sophisticated tragedy
Lacking the godliness and complimentary suicide
The infamous female envy or heinous male pride
We flourish in my Greek styled imagination
Though we aren’t beings of mythical creation
You and I , exist with an artistic vehemence
But unfortunately, never in the same sentence.