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Deep in your peaceful mind,
confusion starts.
Like volcanic eruption.
Deep down the depths,
of the dark blue sea.
Your heart and soul collide.
In Conflict, Causing a rift.
Like the tectonic plates,
that collide and shift.
Disturbances are brewing inside yourself
Concealed by your demeanour.
Smile, that camouflages your despair.
Like the tsunsmi that originates,
below the unfathomable depths.
She cannot be seen or heard,
on the surface of the calm sea.
when all avenues you expend,
to solution find.
And hope narrows down.
You garner all your strength peacefully.
When the depths of ocean,
recedes close to land.
She gathers all her strength,
and sucks the sea along the shore.
You use all your vocal,
physical means to express.
The pain, your anguish,
and your hidden desire.
Exploding in a frenzy,
that Impacts humanity.
The tsunsmi she rises,
to great heights,
Rearing her mighty head.
Rushing to the shore,
Destroying all that's in her path.
Conquering land masses.
Changing the contours of the coast.
Causing loss of life.
Having vociferously convinced humanity,
Regarding your wishes and needs.
You have victoriously conquered,
those who opposed your plea.
Wisdom prevails ,You carry them with you.
Occasionally there could be casualties.
Having expended all her energy,
she receeds back to her rightful state.
Taking along the spoils of her fury.
Nature and humanity are entwined in a way.
Nature expresses her displeasure,
not because she is outraged.
Its only when the balance,
of nature is disturbed.
Her energies so expended,
creating natural calamities.
As for the human casualties?
It's humans who encroached,
Into natures way and space.
Human calamities are caused
by the imbalance of mind,
heart and soul.
Matter of intellectual bankruptcy.
The thinking mind remains static.
Does not evolve with the changing times.
Nature she does not have this gift.
She can only do what she does best.
Accumulate and expend,
energies in her natural state.
The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats!
The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine frolic.
The stranger is unsolicited, the object of latent fear,
As strange may be the ways of the unbidden ones' intentional cares!
The stranger is unfaithful: weird to tranquility, comfort and cheer,
For the sceptical one, we become anxious by a mere fateful encounter!
The stanger lies in our conscience; in a distant land in paradoxical disguise.
Masquerade, the image generates an uncanny fear to sigh!
Sounds delinquent to subjugate the wires of prudent conscience!
Nonetheless, cogitates as usurper of peace; an ineffable parti pris.
Self-centred, they are loquacious, spell bound like con stars;
Babbles from the masks, camouflages as the epitomes of pretenders.
Unknown, unfamiliar, stirs alarms not to mingle, to be away, to be cautious.
In disguise, comes the alleged stanger to ruin ones' peace to shudder and shatter.
But the most alarming of all preconceived archetypes, are the strangers:
Who lingers on, as routine friends and well wishers,
On whom we doted on, are the real dear strangers,
Who by feigning friends, acted quisling, an obvious stranger!
'Hold!' sometimes left us dumbfounded with their insensible fickle deeds;
Even when the unknown stanger might spare and stand by us in awful needs!
When our intimate ones deny to wink at the distress;
While busy in spilling the beans, our woes go unnoticed by the feigned well-wishers.
Indeed! They are the untagged apparent strangers, fugitives in our trials.
Beware of those strangers, whom we adore as near and dear ones, 'bosom friends,'
the agnates and cognates, to entitle the crown, “an actual stranger" who elopes in tmes of miseries!
All Rights Reserved © Silpika Kalita
Spelled Out
Spellbound, he captured me
But it was only a dream.
Craftily my mind carved
A space where we danced
And he drank honey
From my pomegranate navel.
Gently we caressed
Butterfly kisses extended
Unto flight of heart.
Spellbound, he captured me
But he was only a dream
His rugged jacket and
Camouflages marched
Like ghosts in a desert
An aching in the hollows of my belly
Called out to him
Our wedding day approached
As I searched for wedding dresses
Pressed into
Bridal magazines forever
A flower of international deceit
Instant bravery served like
Coffee wasted unto a table of
Unfinished jigsaw puzzles.
Spellbound he captured me
But I was only a dream
Jacked up into a tiny space
I did not even scream
When my very being splintered
At my second birth
Blood and dust compressed
Clanging in the ears
Of innocent passersby
I dissolved like ice
Buttered popcorn thrown into
A crowded theatre
Surprising everyone yet
Recognizable as marches
For freedom
That will always and never
Be attainable.
He pushed me into a corner
Of my own life and I looked
Out screaming until
I broke the spell.
I captured the dream
Sat it at a distance
Breathing life into it
A dragon blast of oxygen
A parade of hope
Like on January 16
Every year dreaming
Of peace and rightness
Spell broken I captured me
Forcing air into my
Lungs as I expanded
Breath after breath
Thought after thought
Step after step
Lifting my hands
Unto the plow
Reclaiming my raisin
From the explosion
Digging the ditches
Of reconnection
Forming a mound of
Clay into a habitation
Praying arrogantly that all
Spellbound captivity
Will end.
Pretty cunning how she captivates hearts of many,
Eyes of many, attention of many but acts like a maniac,
One glance of her makes many sleepless, not that she is a queen but a goddess,
Gives out a guffaw of a laughter full of joy,
Popping her eyes out as a sign of amazement
Giving out an incongruous emotion in serious conversations
Always walking confident despite of her flaws
Checks her phone alerts every now and then as a sign of anxiousness,
Perhaps a special somebody in her DM, a secret fascination
Hiding her inner wounds from the world, she camouflages them perfectly,
Welcomes every obstacle with enthusiasm by being eccedentesiastic,
Her talent glitters reflecting what she does best,
Never known how to be perfect but she is a real definition of an epitome of perfection,
Has known nothing but to stand firm, rigid and confident in whatever she decides,
Has known nothing besides being a person of little faith,
But higher goals motivated by the zeal to artifice a better future,
Has never known anything but making everyone around her ambivalent, problematic, some of them say,
Has never been too forward or backward but always been a minute past anger, a century past inactivity and a decade past docility,
Makeup is too modern for her but her natural beauty steals the show,
Has never known how to wear a body perfume but her natural scent is giving,
Can be a nuisance sometimes but her presence is irresistible,
Putting on her spectacles as many call that norm, “windows to the soul”, undeniable,
A woman of valor, she knows how to forge a better life in the harsh world.
No one sees “it”, no one knows,
“It’s” secrets no one tells.
“It’s” inside certain people
and “it” feels like you’re in hell.
“It” screams out negativity,
But only YOU can hear.
“It” makes you feel you’re all alone.
“It” knows your every fear.
“It” breaks you down to nothing
And “it” wounds your self-esteem.
“It” camouflages how you look
So you’re not what you seem.
“It” wants you isolated
From your family and your friends.
“It” makes you feel so hopeless
--No one knows! You just pretend.
“It” eats your body piece by piece,
But’s hidden as “it” feeds.
“It” gradually gets to all of you,
until it takes the lead.
“It” loves the suffering, strives on pain.
“It” clouds your eyes from good.
“It” secretly makes all things worse,
Disguising cause’ it could.
“It” makes you wish that you weren’t born.
“It” makes you doubt your thoughts.
“It” makes you feel that you will lose,
And everything’s your fault.
“It” brings out paranoia.
You must be doing something wrong.
You walk around pretending
That you somehow must belong.
The strength of “it” is very strong
And fighting “it” is tough!!
And those that do not deal with “it”
Don’t know that living’s rough.
The “IT” that I’m referring to
Still “gets to me” each day.
This “IT” is called DEPRESSION!
I will fight til “IT’s” away!
Randi Duran
(diagnosed and being treated for Autoimmune Encephalitis, a rare condition that causes the immune system to attack my own brain)
Masquerading neath bitter angst,
nobody loves this neurotic
Sympathize—empathize with me
pleading, bleeding, but no one listens
Though, pleasing is the clown
with Infectious Grooves
with an unbridled force of his own inertia
with Suicidal Tendencies
Led headed, heavy metals
P-o-i-s-o-n-i-n-G
‘Round goes a captive carousel
along with a frightened knight
Riding in his demented, distorted cell
donning his showy suit of armor
Skewed—an unnatural high—mortified
when in a—sunken low
blending in, the psyche trips
Blood red smears quivering lips
Cobalt blue on the eyes
transparent tears cake-up
Pearly white covers sallow skin
Makeup camouflages a face
invisible, leaving no trace
of what’s real and what’s not
Can’t hide, hide, hide!
Though smiling wide
the tears of a clown,
jagged, razor sharp
Like daggers reaching out
digging deeply into his enemies heart,
through the voices that Kiss
distant noises, don’t you dread?
Audioslave ~ release what emerges,
cease the rollercoasting, ride the waves
Tension strapped around your neck,
an Iron Maiden's necklace bounds, drowns
Lost tormented soul
still, desperation painted black
reeks in perspiration
Perform! In Central Park
He who has no options,
in dismay
One will love
One will hate
One can play
with his, Madness
Spooked !
Unknown alleyways
Where slanting darkness
Camouflages corners and discovers threat
Lost in a maze
Of dead end shadows from fickle moon
Dissembles direction
Turning left
Straight ahead
Turning right
The tourist map of instinct
Points north
But thinks the exit
Lays south
To edged near a wall
Hangs a screeching gate
Pensive listening for its winded clue
Leaves dumb devices of panic
Marching on raised pulses
Time walks around
The implacable bricks
Menacing the insecurity of its passing
By footsteps echoing
As they repeat their searching
Way
Out
Way
Out
Find
The
Way
OUT
Eyes survey for some recognisable shade
Desperate to reconstruct
Confidence
As it trickles away on every stride
The eerie dog fox call barks
On hairy standing chills
Down a shivered neck
Shuddered spine
Stay calm
Way
Out
Way
Out
Way
Out
Find
The
Way
OUT
With outstretched hands
Stumbling blind on creeping fingers
They begin to stir
Clammy cold sweat
The soup of fear
In its wet snarling teeth and demon eyes
With bristled fur comes sneaking
Hunger
Primordial animal
Wants to get out of here
Touches cold metal
Creeks the gate
Iron bars hang awkward
But wait
Take your time
Breath the spooky
Calmly push past the rustling walling thing
When the moon breaks
Out
Outside
Way
Out.
Like a ghost I flitter through the night
keeping to the shadows
abhorring the light
Tears... Unrelenting grief
The night camouflages and no one can see
the shadow of the person that once was me
The day lays me bare with nowhere to hide
Where the raw pain and your memory collide
Agony... Unrelenting grief
Gone is the treasure of our history
Evidenced in this lonely debris
Only silence now
reminisces with me
Anguish....Unrelenting grief
A penned art on vellum once tied in velvet ribbon
What lies beneath me now the conclusion is written
Droplets of amber have spilled upon this page
They pool in the dirt here upon your grave
Desolation...Unrelenting grief
Remembering the touch of our feet
Fingertips on my shoulder your breath on my cheek
Early mornings recounting your dreams
25 years How oh how am I supposed to breathe
Heartbreak...Unrelenting grief
You took with you the heart of me
My glory my purpose my identity
You disappeared without a trace
Hide and seek in an unfamiliar place
Incertitude...Unrelenting Grief
Can you hear them cry
Oh Daddy why
Gut wrenching wails
Swollen eyes fail
Empty...Unrelenting grief
Till death do us part
My husband your bride
You parted I perished
With your suicide
Irrecoverable... Unrelenting grief
Through the funnel of time, we are hurried like the wind - it doesn't stop to whisper,
Life, swift and silent, flows in rivers of liquid sand.
With each fleeting moment, the profound avoids us, camouflages itself - it doesn't speak,
And we leave behind a grandeur of untouched depths, an unmovable Atlantis.
We are long shadows in hastened dusks, forgetting to question,
Day by day becomes a sea of banality, foam on forgotten waters.
The sentence of our days seems woven from an incurable haste,
We awake with souls wandering, asking why our life is all shattered?
In the boiling of the clock, conversations burn up, leaving only dim embers,
We look back over the dunes of years, seeking an oasis sprinkled with meaning.
Prisoners in the labyrinth of superficiality, where sonorous echoes we do not find,
The years have left us with the regret that everything is now – a dense equivocation.
Ah, we are phantoms running through the corridors of time - mere pulse and dream,
Without stopping to listen to the silence that speaks with us, that sneaks in.
We wonder melancholically where all the moments we missed have gone, so late,
In the end, we seek the others, only when the present has sunk, and we find that everything was a treasure.
Dominicella
Tree of love
Cast your shadow upon me,
Let through your bloom run,
As butterfly run-through the rose bushes,
And suck in the nectar
Of sweet ecstasy.
Your cherubic lips,
That edges the rows,
Of your cotton teeth,
Fan the ember of a won't go lover,
And your hair
Like the lounging Crotalaria,
Falls helplessly on your restful shoulders,
I possessed your body,
Etched deep into my dream,
Lifting the desires in me,
Afar, I watch you the maiden,
In the village stream, body silhouette
Against the shimmering glow,
Of the water sets
my desires afloat,
If only she could see me now
If only she could rest,
Her dove eyes-like two diamonds
Set in your cherubic face
Leer into my throb,
I will open my heart,
And show her loves stings and bites,
Far too long,
I have camouflages
A bruise heart and shed tears,
Of blood, from the heart that love,
Now open your heart,
Feel the warmth of sweet,
Desire shut-off the door,
Of the bride chamber,
And in the den of our love,
Let sweet aroma wrap the silence,
Of our long drawn pretension .
{Dominicela is a Latin word for a girl who is
unattested}