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Intimate Strangers

A dedication to my roommate

The way she left,
The remotes side by side on my bed she left
I remember the day I fought 
for the remotes to be left by my cot
I screamed
We were just strangers living feet apart

You thought I was a selfish prick,
I thought you were a boring stick,
I remember the day you bored me with those chessy flicks
I grumbled
We were just strangers living feet aparts

You speak I am just a robot, who nods side to side,
Never looking eye to eye.
I remember the day you cried,
Into your pillow at night,
I know I should have held you tight,
And told you it was alright,
But I was a selfish prick and you were right,
I told you,"well it is life, so shut up and sit tight",
You laughed, I was suprised,
We were not so strangers living feet apart

I remember the day you fell ill,
I wanted to run like hell,
But came out of my shell,
I stayed still,
no sound, lights down until,
You were well.
And then I came down too,
With the same sickness as you, 
But you were there for my rescue,
We might be stuck in this place smelling of shoo,
With no of our own tissue,
But through highs and lows,
You were there for me and I for you,
Two lonely souls,
Just living feet apart

I remember the last meal we shared,
No calls after that,
If you meet me on the road somwhere,
Please remember the moments we shared,
The wardens we scared,
The glares we snared,
We were one hell of a foolish pair,
So smile,
As we were strangers, who lived feet apart.

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She Goes -Coming of Age

Bright lights shining she came;
Amid cheers and proclaim;
"What a beauty!", they exclaimed;
Until the world played a little court game;
And no one here is to blame.

She went to play one midsummer’s day,
But her black skin made her a stray;
Runny nose, dusty hair, undone shoelace;
They cried, "You are different from the array so stay away".
She became her own castaway.

School, her teachers so cruel,
Thought she was from a cesspool,
With her torn clothes and parents from labour pool,
Deemed her unworthy of private school.
They shouted, "Take her out of the school, she is a fool".

Her report card, deep fiery gashes carrying calling card,
Her skin marred, her heart scarred,
With every heavy hand in her parent's backyard.
Broken toys, bad dreams, unshed tears, abandoned yard,
Her cradle became her graveyard.

She wanted to cry, no tears swell,
She wanted to shout, no words sound,
She wanted to live, no heart beat.
She fought,
She cried, she clawed,
She peeled herself a new one.

Her skin bled with every layer she peeled,
She was raw, with no one to heal.
She lost herself in the fumes of her past,
There was no lover, only losers in her cast,
Lipsticks, smoke, empty bottle and her broken heart.

As she was about to read her last page,
She understood, she was the one to set her stage,
She forgave and forgot the pains of her teenage,
She let go of her rage, didn't care about people's gage,
Broke out of society's cage and mended her broken rib cage.

Now she goes,
With scars of her past as armour, she goes,
Fighting for the cries of the people in shadows, 
Beautiful words of love she will compose,
Dancing free in meadows of primrose.

As she knows,
She knows,
She knows,
There is no one she owes,
Her happiness just for their glowing prose.

Written @IIM Trichy Sanskriti 2019

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The Loosing Game


Did you just look upon my chubby face?
And thought let’s give her a chase
She is just a fragile flower in a vase
Let’s give her a taste of being waste 
Just don’t try to execute your plans in haste 
Cause you haven't seen me in my natural state.


Did you just see my five foot frame?
And thought let us frame her for shame   
Oh! She is excellent at the loosing game
Well if you don't change your ways
You better start counting your days
Alas! You haven't known me always.


Don't you dare wake the monster in me again!
My neurons are fighting like gangster in my brain
Many a heroes I have slain
I will blow you like the husk of the grain
You better take your hands of my lane 
Or you will be fighting the devil in vain
 
You have seen only the smile I have worn
Not the heart festered in stone
The moment I was thrown into school zone
Cannot tether two letters together, my brain torn
I was scorned, could hear people moan
But at last adorned the academic throne

Oh soon they took shots at my looks
And bullied me with their mean hooks
They were just entries in my joke books
Soon bested them at their own game
But regretted the girl I became
And gave up that lame game


My decision might go on a hiatus
So beware of your current status

Don't you dare wake the monster in me again?
My neurons are fighting like gangster in my brain
Many a heroes I have slain
I will blow you like the husk of the grain
You better take your hands of my lane 
Or you will be fighting the devil in vain
Cause I am practically insane

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Ash Tray


Oh! I stared into my soul and found nothing,
nothing but ,heaps and heaps of ashes,
My reflection, the beautiful art, the fragrant paint, the intricate gems on ashtray;
enchantment to the eye of the beholder.
My soul, but the simple underlying glass plate;
the bearer of those fiery deep gashes.
I cried out ! lamented day after day,
Why me?  Why me? Why me?
Alas! Enlightenment stroke;
not me ,but the whole world an ashtray.
Consumed by its darkness;
Consumed by its dreadful deeds.
The cry of  unborn for love!
The never ending flood of blood, cursed child of poverty, unjust and inhumanity.
Ashes and ashes dumped into death pit.
When does this flood dry?
When does the sun come?
Where is hope?
There is still hope,
for from ashes is phoenix born.
My ashtray not a grave yard,
but a cradle of new life, a life of love.
Let me have an ashtray.
Ash, not my unfulfilled dreams ,
but ashes of my nightmares.
Burn not your love;
but the very cry of those who need it.
Burn the very core of evil.
Burn the very ocean of fear,
the fear of being trampled,
the fear of being let down.
Let the light ,the warmth of love,
enrich, encircle every living soul. 
So let's light up the fire,
and let the flame burn!

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Mad Man's Heart

I want to write but cannot,
My heart is in no place,
It is reeking with unknown feeling,
A bleak spectrum of feeling,
So fused to be separated.
I want to cry but no tears swell,
I want to yawp but no sound comes,
I want to live but no heart beats.

When will I find a home?
Where I will lie down and sleep?
With a dream I set my foot forward;
A dream of a new home;
I place to laugh and swirl,
Where my heart finds its peace.

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She

She is not beauty, she is not grace,
She is the fire that annihilates.
You can neither cut her to pieces, nor burn her to ashes;
She is a battle that can never be won.

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Fun

Fun

What is fun
Just the cold slipper illusion of my breaking heart
I need no fun, I yearn for Peace.

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He Told Me To Smile

You say, "Why don't you smile?"
Don't you know it is vile?
Ugh! you are forty-five
Your words should fortify         
My work like a rabbi.

On our first official
zoom, you cry at facial
gloom. Psst! Now sadness looms.
I know, never a womb
Has seen this vested room.

Your grand client lineup
Makes your word a decree
So see, when you treat me 
Like Clinton in lineup   
You see wavering eyes 
Signalling for time up

Can you not feel the tension in the air
The strained smiles and the creaking of the chair.
I'm new, this is my debut in this venue 
My face confesses the confusion in lieu
Of confronting my tenure in your crew 
You could have eschewed my blue hue 
Or lightened it with a quip or two
But no, now we have to continue     
Like mildew until my adieu