My heart is a building/ memories blow/ like the wind/ Seekers shall find home in my bones/ My skin shall always relive the moments here/ even if I go blind/
I draw hearts/ on the glass/ that shelters dew drops/ for love is all I know/ And to embrace the pain/ is no weakness/ For You shall grow/ only when You know/
In the hallways/ wander hearts/ romanticising pain/ In the name of art/ ~Ignorant~ you don’t have to turn blue/ everytime/ to know that you’re alive/ Art is apposite/ soulful/ And a smile/ can work wonders/ too/
My poems/ doorways to melancholy/ Past those/ hides/ a happy me/
Centuries ago, during the course of evolution, humans brought the whole species together, on the base of One belief system; Religion. We thrived. They say nothing lasts forever; humans have this obsession with change, To know more, To be more.
And now ( fast forward to ‘I’ ) As ‘act of God’ I see my country moulding beliefs of generations. God has now become a tool To control masses; we are given a Reason to be scared of the sacred. I see them locked in fancy buildings like you and me, having ‘no right to speech’, worse, they can’t even speak because no one is actually asking them.
/I used to think/ I’m an atheist/ but lately/ I have started to believe otherwise/ like y’all/ I too have a holy book/
My God is as panicky and breathless as yours. I watch TV till my heart starts aching, I clutch the Constitution close to my flesh, with hopes of lending some air to it; I hear him suffocating. Then I sleep to the weeping sound of my God (Constitution); who cries with all the other Gods because Gods are dying in my country.
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Words will leave me at the end of this poem just like your love left societies and hearts day by day or maybe it was never there. Maybe I am too delicate. Breathing before I suffocate. Am I too slow to cope up with the mornings, days and seconds? But I still am very receptive towards love, affection and the foundations of your faiths and religions. Everyday I hear lips shouting “love is love” but see them denying the same when it’s time to act. They let their opinions slip into air infecting people, disheartening the minds (Sometimes people are The virus) Being homosexual or transgender is no crime; world needs to stick to love instead of a gender, one part of world is on roads, angry, hurt and you’re telling me to deny unlearning because what you have been taught is not wrong. Stop shouting ” we’ll take care of you, get you checked” let the people be who they are. We have so much to learn yet, we have to go far. And sooner or later I’ll find the words which left but, can you find the love you threw out of your windows?
I see life unfold before me, Like a distant memory in moments of perfect harmony you build your home in my chest rising from the pit of my stomach; And rush into my eyes before I know. World behind you is blurred I try to hold on to it, To a memory, to a moment, to you.
And like any other day you ignore my plea Anguish down my cheeks now distant then ever. These fleeting memories of you, crawl under my skin, reminding me of your touch. The warmth of satisfaction spreads in my heart Would you take my hand in yours?
I try not to stop you from falling, out of my eyes, nor do I try to brush those tears away. I wait for you instead, to meet at some point on my skin, Until I soak you in and call you mine.
It’s an endless circle of you leaving my body and being one with me, again; Realisation of us weighs heavier than this. Burden of love, grief, pain and love. See, a circle.
You try to hide your women in thin threads of colour cast and religion. You hide them behind the shattered ceilings of your sin. And you tell them “It’s for your protection”.
You stop women from going out, meeting people, and cover the thick khol of their eyes and you tell them “this is because I love you”.
You beat your women for having a voice, a right, an opinion, revolutionary sight. and you tell them “it’s because you’re mine”.
You are against your women for having an education, to get a degree, and to work in cooperative sector. And you tell them “It’s because you won’t fit”.
You rape your women because the clothes were reveling, her walk was appealing, and sometimes, only because of the gender. And you tell them “It was your fault”.
Every other day, You tell your women things You instruct, You command A lot. And justify saying “You don’t know enough”.
So, today I’m here to tell you. You do all of this because you know, 1. They don’t need your protection. 2. You’re in love with the bodies. 3. They fit everywhere. Because you know If you can fit in them, they can fit the whole world in them. 4. Every time you say it’s their fault, you show your cowardice in accepting yours. 5. And you definitely know, that your women know A LOT, more than all of you combined. And you’re just scared of the things they know.
And everytime you break a woman, you break yourself.
I have kept all your words safe in the flowers that dried pressed next to the stories you left, and the pace at which you were running towards sun, I hope somehow you have learnt to rest. There’s something very primal the way your words are building home in my chest now, In distance we are growing close to each other and I don’t know how. I know someday we’ll meet at the cliff before falling off or learning to fly, Maybe this way sky will teach us to live a little before we finally die.