Discovering the White

On any other day,
She’d be Green with jealousy
Then Purple in her own fantasy.
Queenship gloated in her brilliant tiara,
Swaggering in that teal taffeta.


Then she’d be Yellow about her lost love
And Blue for the things undone
Cogitating the 'What ifs'
About those unforgiving edgy cliffs.


The Brown way she could never lead
For those pretty wings could never bleed.
Going all Black about the funerals
And then Picturing the Pink reversals.

But Today wasn’t any other day,
So, she donned her shrug.
Making her way
Through the beetles and the bugs
That stole her star and ripped her rugs.

She walked through the fog
On the wintry night
Into the tranquil woods
Shining , so legendary bright.

Loving all that there was to love,
Discovering the pure,
Discovering the white.
Yes in her thoughts , she was Pure and White.

Freedom.

Squirrel on my window,
Quarrels with my trammelled soul.
Freedom you sense, freedom you sow.
For the world to clap, you'd put on a show.
The circles you run ceaseless,
The circles of covetousness.
Fire in that flesh and fire in that bone.
Freedom of being high,
Freedom to be wretchedly alone.
It's the face of the world,
Or the world in one face?
All petals of the whorl disgrace.
A time to rend, a time to sew.
Breathe in that air and start anew.

The souvenir.

The wind blowing as heavy as a sigh
Like a subdued whisper budges me to fly.
For it’s your day,
They say
You don’t want me to linger.
But I have got the night to remember
Etched in there, like a souvenir.

And it’s your day, they say.
So, I move myself out of your sight.
And Let all the dreams reframe.
Yes, I have lived the night.
Neath those stars, so tranquil and serene.

And now it’s time, I bid “good”bye.
Now’s the time I shall fly.
Away from the ocean, the night, the glistening shrimps.
I so Wish I could catch that “one last glimpse”.

But there’s no more pain.
The sun is bright,
And the clouds drape around, so soft.
While I journey through the skies aloft.
I still see your face in those cottony clouds
And hear those voices dumb aloud.

Then I shut myself from the world outside
Coz the voices seemed to loudly deride.

It’s just my breath and the clock’s tickin’,
I found my soulful peace within.
And I still got that night to remember
Etched in there, like a souvenir.

Cacoethes.

Inundating the drought to sod,
The red sand mixed with sang froid
Oh, the rattling fix that the clay bore
Was all dethawed.
Breaking down the being so vulnerable yet pure.

Who would undo those strands for her now?

Tenacious they are.
But that elysian beauty she marred.
Filling in the gaps between those fingers
The flashes you hindered.

But staring in the dark
How could one decipher that brilliant mark?
That little yes and that little no
Oh, it was the story told by him so.

The politics of the free space,
Filled in with that purple haze.

Black then white then colours with black and white
Flip! Flip! Flip!

Through the galaxy so sublime and deep
She jaunted.
The planet soon will be hit by the meteorite
Yet she felt no contrite.
Yes, the planet she once owned
Will forever be haunted.

Yes,the carapace saved her the scars.
But the planet still charred.
And who knew the flashes will burn her insides
If she ever fell apart.

Shriveling to nihility,
It was her Janus heart.

Dicey and Deuce

Everybody pushed me off that edge to swim against that current. But I was hopeful still, for she swam along. That suddenly I realized I was toiling all alone, while she became a question and eventually out of question. With fatigued limbs I could struggle no more and forfeited.
And the dream broke.
I opened my eyes into absolute darkness just to look into her tapetum lucidum and surprisingly she was staring back, as if she could see through me, read my mind and when every human refused to be humane enough , she sat there sympathizing with me in that darkness, then snuggled so close to me as if assuaging all my worries. Yes, Dicey, the cat. Her green eyes seem to acknowledge every ounce of pain that I’m going through and that wagging seem to play those lines by Coldplay- “ You just want somebody listening to what you say, It doesn’t matter who you are”

And realizing that wagging tail I drift into that rhythmic trance and sleep again.

Then I wake up to that smell of morning glory, and rush downstairs for he waits for me every morning. Deuce, the dog, greets me complainingly because Dicey was privileged to sleep with me and he had to stay away all the while because, of course he couldn’t have intruded her territory. He makes those uncanny noises to vent out his exasperation. But soon he gets over with that woofing and arfing and gestures me to play with him, rolling on the floor and wagging. I scratch his belly and he bares his teeth to give me that wide grin, and I’d confess I haven’t seen a dog smiling like him. He looks like a perfect epitome of joy and love to me when everything else has faded.

Candidly, I’d confess Deuce makes me live through the day while Dicey sings me lullaby at night.
How does it matter if we don’t belong to the same species? Who says they are not human enough?

- The Phoenice

Echoes

After an insanely impetuous weekend , i have been feeling a little ringing in my ears (maybe because of that blaring music) for past three days, that suddenly today during my developmental biology lecture, the ringing faded and i started getting echo of every word she spoke.
It felt like there was a voice coming from inside my head, It was galling to an extent that i started losing my nerve and couldn't stand people conversing around.
I was getting an echo of every friggin' voice before i could even notice . I rushed out of the class to get some peace.
*I needed Peace*
The breeze on my face didn't sound like the one outside , It felt like some hurricane inside.
It made me feel totally alien, Like i'm floating in outer space.
She said it could be uneven air pressure, he said it could be tinnitus ,they said it could be something with my eustachian tube.
While i needed some *space* from everything around.
I needed to get away.
I needed to rush to my room where there could be just me and my *soul-self*
Maybe it's tinnitus or maybe it's uneven pressure
or just that
"Maybe The Good Demon wanted me to introspect".

Don't let me drown..

It’s so dark and alluring
And this rain so enthralling.
I’m getting all drenched,
Beautiful it feels
And the aridity quenched.

It’s level one,
Toe deep now,
We make paper boats,
Aww… they travel far and wide
And eventually out of sight.

The level reaches my knees,
Look around,
Ahh! It’s a wonderland,
It feels so elysian
why do they call it stygian?

Rising with every passing hour
Why do they sound so sour?
I know I won’t drown
For tomorrow is way too far.

They say it’s a jeopardy,
While the level reaches my belly
I’m still not scared
For I’m a fish and I’m a bird
Reckless and rash
But No…
Is that the thunder I just heard,
I guess I saw him row,
Where did my merman go?

If the levee breaks in another hour
Don’t you let me drown,
For tomorrow is way too far.

I look up the sky, the thunder and the rain
I know it’s too long when the sun shines again.
If the levee breaks in another hour
I implore.
Don’t you let me drown
For tomorrow is way too far.