And when I let it in, it crushed every ounce of me within seconds.
I was a goner the minute I let my guard down.
It was as if the consequence I so feared were unraveling in front me at the speed of light.
And the blow… Oh, it was just too fatal.
I took a deep breath, again, in search for some solace. Ha, all in vain.
Standing there, in the middle of the square, no one could tell the tornado inside.
People indulged in the hustle and bustle of their own lives.
Old couples holding hands walking in the silence of their love.
Young couples fighting over a trivial deal.
Children rushing to school.
Mothers scolding kids.
Father rushing to earn the bread and butter…
Standing there in the middle of the square, no one, absolutely no one, could tell there was a tornado whirling within.
The calm facade camouflaging the crumbling structure.
Yes, life is poetry.
And I just hugged the soil beneath my feet.
We’re afraid to face ourselves.
We’re afraid of what it might do to us,
Even worse, what we might never be able to do, ever again.
Once the truth is spilled from our lips,
Ones ugliness is made known.
We feed ourselves with pride and then with guilt.
We revolt harmony,
We treat it like we would an enemy.
But why should it matter?
We do what we think we should.
We do what we must.
And in doing so there should be no remorse,
Only contentment, that we did what we truly wanted.
There’s great joy in being who you truly are.
No matter how crude, lonely, gruesome, painful it gets.
It’s a beautiful melody when we reveal the true ugliness of our soul.
It brings a very evident change in us, celebrates our liberty and all that we are, is made known to all and sundry.
They sat upon the shore.
Looking straight into nothingness.
They were happy.
Away from the chaos.
From the maddening crowd.
They really were happy.
She looked at her friend and said, “You know this land is beautiful when it rains.”
“Well,” her friend replied, “This place is beautiful always, everyday.”
“Did you see that?” she asked. “No, what?”
“That!” And just like that, it began lightening.
And then on that summer midnight hour, it poured.
They danced together.
Two insane friends.
Danced on the beach.
Mimicking the waves.
So the waves,
They danced upon the shore.
Drenched us in laughter.
Breaking our hearts,
A million times over.
I forgot where the safe place is.
It was burnt and caved in by them, there is none but just open moors and taverns.
Lost homes, missing havens. How do we find them again? You reckon, we never can.
Don’t we scratch the walls and extinguish beacons.
Build walls we can barely climb. Build the impenetrable cage of memories of a different life. Lost life. Rotten beautiful life
Skinned knees, broken bottles. Oh! How we climb and slipper and wither, these thought the choke how feeble are we to dangle.
The more we sink, the more taller it gets. The more we try to forget the more we feed the growing chaos. There’s no escape.
Just somebody put us down, the clawing on the earth of fable, for a faithless climb. Broken, distraught and hollow.
Let’s fill the pit of sorrow, with tears of the past. Let’s burn our present and our future let’s swallow.
Such shame and deceit, No honour in your crimes? We weep while you bask in your rhyming lies. We reap and we reap…
And we reap some more.
~ By Varun Chakravarty & Mitchelle Rozario Jansen
My 24th contribution to NaPoWriMo
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I let blood spill all over my white gown,
My 17th Contribution to NaPoWriMo.
Beyond rhyme or reason.
Beyond wrong or right.
Just the insane birthed out of irrational want.
Just one tied to another with strings of love and hate.
My 13th Contribution to NaPoWriMo.