Uncut wings

True friendship among people is restricted by gender. They say, it's either bros before hoes or the sisterhood of the travelling pants. I am a firm believer of this doctrine. And the devil may care if I am wrong because I realized that I have had a wonderful session 2009-10, of great & valuable friendship; not that it happened to me for the first time. I dedicate it to my friends. My personal sisterhood of the travelling pants.  This poem  is named as Stuck in a riot of colors .  It has been illustrated as under:                                                                                     Set apart from white, black or grey;                                 ...

I write because I have no other way of bleeding. I bleed because I think it is better than crying. I cry because I am now bad at what I was best at. I am bad because I gave a damn. I gave a damn not because I cared but because I was careless. I was careless because I didn't think. I didn't think that I think a lot. I think a lot because I have dreams. I dream because I have ambitions. I am ambitious because I want to bring about a change. I want to bring about a change because I can. I can bring about a change because I don't perceive but because I observe. I observe because I am curious. I am curious because I want to know. I want to know because I want the absolute, but not the abstract. I want the absolute. Yes, I want the absolute. I want the exact. I want the round peg in the round hole and the square peg in the square hole. And yet I aspire to be the square peg in the round hole. I am one. I am meant to quest for the absolute. I am meant to be the absolute. I am mean...

Back in the days, wonder, yore Life was still dark and sore Broad roads were dark alleyways Happiness? Noways! Find a place to rest in peace, Go take your chance, no, do as you please! You are alone, you are aloof Like a lone ranger on the sands of times The wind chimes, while the poem no longer rhymes You wonder since when has tragedy been your style Weren't you gay, weren't you happy all the while Since there is no time to contemplate Or, an eternity that you could waste But wait! Is that a ray of hope you see? That difference! Oh, his eyes are dead like the black sea He opens his mouth, his tongue divided Like that fork Poseidon was provided Yes he is irritating, beyond belief But a mentor, your solace in solitude You hate his guts, you hate that attitude But since when has friendship been of a lesser magnitude? Original Poem

She wonders what people under depression go through. Kidding. She exactly knows what people under depression go through. Experienced that she is, she is not sure if ever she would come out of or if she is already out of it. There is a gnawing presence around her that at her best times is conspicuous due to its absence and at her worst is the complete personality, a mirror of her being. At times she is more aware of her person than she would like to be, more reckless and, hence, more upset by the slightest ignominy, weakest provocation. And yet, at times she is this girl who has the world under her feet not once but twice over, as proud as the noblest knight and as carefree as Wordsworth's lass. These extremities of behavior was and innate part of her existence which has come out at the correct time for now she can face a clear mirror and not fall into pieces. She looks exactly the same as she did earlier only now that she glows. Glow not like the illuminating light-bug or the moon...

She didn't know what had to be done. But she knew what should be done. She had the right of it all, that much she was sure. And her right was the right but those around her couldn't tell. How could they have peeped into what was happening in her mind. They were more or less of the same age. But she felt she was more experienced. She read a lot, had traveled more, had lived in more places. For her, they were the ultimate mark of conforming. She was creative. They were simply created, manipulated into a filtered version of the truth, and forgotten. She didn't oppose them for they didn't oppose her always. She knew she wasn't helping much in balancing the equations, because she was not sure how to oppose. Not for the lack of try, she was always more stubborn and better at arguments, she thought that once she let her storm out they'd be engulfed to never be the same. She wasn't a believer, especially in spirit science but such amount of entropy would mean rec...

Standing in from of a mirror. Look at that face. The ugliest face of misery. You enjoy, you feel miserable. You do not enjoy and you still feel miserable.  You must be some laughable stock! For you get out of your misery somehow to be miserable again. Where does that one come from? Misery. Ambition. Incompetence. More misery. You tell! Talk of misery *smirks* & it turns out you only become more miserable. Or have you been discovering it only now. NOW? Kidding me? Right?    No?  Poor baby. Yes? See? YES,YOU. The misery?   I t was a part of your soul you were bent on avoiding. Now it is a part of that very soul. Entirely. Meaning that you had just saved yourself from misery, from your miserable life. But have been able to forfeit it. Ever? Even once? Little doubt that you keep making the wrong decisions for yourself. And for others? STAPH. THERE. RIGHT THERE. You don't even know what caring for others is! Lest making decisions for them. You can't even sta...

Relationship woes.  Now that's something new, you'd think.  For her it was definitely out of the blue.  She wished for her special someone to come around real soon.  She kept looking at every person that passed her.  Even in a crowded area. Lucky for her she found him.  In the most unusual of circumstances but still she did.  She had the most amazing times with him.  Those times were not many but then love has never been enough.  She waited for him at her doorsteps, kept a vigil of his approaching.  Gave all her rest a priority second to him.  She made herself believe he was the one.  She fell in love .  She was happy. Yet sad.  It was not time ripe enough to love someone yet.  S he was hardly secure.  Not sure of who she really was, what she wanted.  Then how could she give him her best?  She started drifting away from him.  She made herself do that. On purpose.  ...