But I can’t complain. 


Defying wishfulness

Deep into your eyes 

Succumb for my honor

Pose for my lies 

Look my child

These moments gone by

An age so wild

With a glimpse so shy

Adorned are your garments

Naked your bodies 

Writing on parchments  

What are your hobbies

Playing in the mud

Dancing in the rain

Leeches want blood 

But i can’t complain 

Smiles so fulfilling 

Yet benighted are you 

Blame me for my killing 

But rush to my rescue

Fence me, my friend

Shield my soul 

This life i will end

Incapable of self-control



Let me be

So apparently the only way to get blog-famous is to captivate my readers by choosing one particular topic that i’d like to discuss in every post. No. Simply impossible. There are a million explosive thoughts in my mind every second of the day and you cannot expect me to write in a meticulous manner. I fear the post-presention of my volatile emotions would allow the society to make me feel like a pariah. They say they’ll allow indulgence but instead follow up with nothing but despair.

 ‘Let me be’ I shout till my throat is ablaze and smoking like a chimney. No reply. I shout again and it feels like my voice has reached distant places, far off places but to my concern its unheard. I exist. My voice echoes. Why can’t you hear me? I say Let me be. Let me be or the walls you’ve built to stop the penetration of my echoing sorrow will burn down in flames. My tears will ease the fire but my sapient self will cease to exist. I fall down, covered with sediment. Immersed in sentiment. ‘We will let you be’ I hear someone say from afar. I help myself up, every inch of me aching. The blood that rushes through my perishing body ignites. Ignites with such fury. They hear me. Raging tears cut open my cheeks leaving me breathless as i try to steady myself. They finally heard me. As soon as i’m on my feet I hear a voice crackle. A dead yet guttural voice behind me says ‘We will let you be as long as you are what we want you to be’.

A sharp pain in my chest. I look around to see people. Their lifeless forms. Lurking in the midst is a human figure with a gaze as sharp as a razor. Hands that caused this bloodbath. Tattooed head to toe with the word, society. 

2 am

Lilies and clouds. Feelings so utterly cold. Feeling, oh so utterly cold. The warmth and the desire. Desire to escape and find eternal peace in the calm of sweet waters. Crystal waters. To find hope in the world. Delve into the tranquillity of places. But being stuck in such a stringent society and told to live life in a 4 walled room with people that are impervious to the fact that it is impossible. It is indeed a hostage situation, with no escape. How could a person who is attracted to the sound of nature possibly be happy in this set up. I see beauty by a shift in my perspective. It takes over. Enthrals. And one such beauty is the ingenious theory of love. What a nondescript idea. What a vague understanding we have of it. And how each and every one of us literally salivates for it. The word itself is so easily said and the quest to find it is tiring. “Love” is all about investment. Investing in that one person you want to invest back. Its about monogamy, its about rules. Call it a game. Call it a set square, but do not call it happiness. Do not call it an ideal life. That’s all a hoax. Their presence may be evocative, but that’s only temporary. Its not temporary, when you fall in love with yourself. Its not temporary when you are enough for you. There should be no need to fall in love. People are just an addition to your complete equation. People just come in your life to change you, to alter the way you see things. Unfortunately nowadays we feel that the addition of a certain someone completes us, while singles like myself are forced to think otherwise. I am forced to think that I complete myself because at the end of the day its me, alone, with nothing but my 2 am thoughts. Then why is this pairing so pivotal? Why cant I define myself? Now people may think that love is all there is but looking through this thick ice I assure you that the want for it is indeed driving you all a little bit insane.