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Men

I have been infatuated by several men.

Some for their Adonis like frames.

Some for their mere sensibilities.

Others for their strength of character.

 

But I’ve learned to love just one.

Yes, I’ve learned.

 

And once you learn something…

It takes a lot of will and time to unlearn it.


Rhythm Of The Rain

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“I love the rains,” she said. “Is that so?” He was intrigued.

“Oh yes, a beautiful sunny day saddens me.”

“The rain on the other hand, I love how it mirrors the state of my heart.”

To this he sang back, “My dark cloudy soul drifts into the abyss of nothingness, going nowhere, leaving no trace, just pouring, and weeping a little, every passing minute.”

 

That day he found his soul mate

And she found love.


I, Me & Myself

Ankahee:

Patte jo shaakhon se toote
Bewajah toh nahin roothe, hain sabhi..

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The solitary being doesn’t need anybody.

It loves company,

Revels in laughter and belongingness,

But does it need them?

 

It was forced to thrive in ruins and it did. Alone.

 

The self’s conversation with loneliness

Is one of great wisdom,

The colloquy of that which doesn’t exist,

That which could be,

And that which can never come to be

 

It leaves the heart brooding over meaningless incidents,

Scarring even the beauty that once was

And you watch

And you yell

And you spit venom

Because that’s all you’ve known to do well

 

Me, Me, Me.

I, I, I.

And that’s all that matters.

Right?


Dost

Why mask what hides on your skin? A puzzle of a chaotic struggle, You call that love?

I call that life. Endless struggle. Art made of scars. Red with blood, honey, black with sorrow.

I’ll come for you oh my friend, with kneaded bread and sweetest wine.  You’ve suffered enough in these places so cold.

I’ll sit with you. Exchanging silence for love. Is that enough?

It’s enough, if I can watch you lie in embrace with the warm hay and a fire to tend to you.

So then come, my friend. Let’s meet under the stars. Like old times. Like forgotten times. Let’s live again. Without fear.

Let’s taste grass, fall off a hill.  Snow kissed cheeks and let rivers be so still.

Let’s play games for two. And laugh mindlessly. Let’s just be, you and me. The world can melt for now, while we watch.

Let’s hide behind trees and lie through the sands, run along the daffodils, let this madness creep for our hearts it fills.

And you words, they drill. Like ink on my skin. They leave a beautiful imprint on my heart.

I’m not here to stay, mark my ways with dagger on willow. Promise me, you’ll stay so glee,  never look back or down below.

I can’t promise you glee. But I promise to smile even if warmth flows down my cheeks.

~ By Varun Chakravarty & Mitchelle Rozario Jansen

Checkout Varun’s other works on http://stateofmaroon.wordpress.com/


Intertwined

They dance on an endless night,

To the melody that sorrow plays,

Lips unite, to end the charade,

 

Seduction and chaos around their hips,

They move into a silence,

Oh beautiful bliss!

 

Giving in to the desires of the flesh,

Bodies collide, souls unite.

And Love trickles down their skin.

 

Inkravish


Summer Rain

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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.

The rain,

Drenched us in laughter.

Breaking our hearts,

A million times over.


I write…

It’s the sole saving grace that lets me breathe, every passing moment, breathe, a free, independent, breath, taking away the sorrowful rain that drenches me every night and birthing love that is buried deep within my soul, love that is asleep in an unshakable slumber of ache and all the things so ugly and beautiful and insane.

I write… to save me from myself.

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Desertion

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Take me where I don’t belong.

Let abandonment brush my being.

So lost in an unknown land,

So happy.

 

Take me to the forgotten plains,

Let me befriend lonely,

So alone in a strange world,

At peace.


Him & Her

He was like the wind. The wind that caresses you before it passes you by.

He was the empty night sky. From where I see him, the stars don’t shine anymore.

He was the midnight lamp. The one that goes out when you’ve still got a little more of yourself to pour out.

He was the rose. He was also the thorn that pierced through.

He played with cards. With hearts. And anything that would wreck lives.

She saw a bed of roses at her feet. She was deceived. For they turned into nails…

And steams of blood ran across.

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Slaves To Love

Love is a cruel thing.

It gives you hope,

Then snatches it back in a heartbeat.

It gives you solace

Then drowns you in your own pool of blood.

It makes you feel beautiful,

Then shows you the mirror that only reflects the ugly,

The distorted.

 

Love is a saviour that destroys us.

The more you let it breed,

The more it will eat you hollow.

 

The more you feed it with your soul,

The more you’ll lose control.

 

Love cannot be tamed.

Tread carefully, friend, tread carefully.

 

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My 30th and final contribution to NaPoWriMo.

Cheers to a wonderful journey.

My words may not be good enough, but they are liberating.

 


Serenity Amidst Chaos

I want to sit on a bench,

Palms on my lap,

Smile on my face

And calm in my heart.

 

I want to sit on a bench,

When the storm approaches.

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My 29th Contribution to NaPoWriMo

 


Feeble Confession

I’ve written to you several times.

Words that could tear you apart.

That could make you bleed.

I’ve buried several letters, you know.

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My hands reached for you,

when you were searching for someone else’s.

You held mine anyway.

Just as easily as you let it go today.

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Why do you lift up my spirits?

Why do you make me believe?

Just to go.

Stay for a little longer,

Hold me till dawn comes to greet us.

**

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My 27th Contribution to NaPoWriMo


Irony

Sometimes abandoning that which only births sorrow is the best choice to make.

Hard choice,

A wise one.

 

But then again,

You can’t escape sorrow,

neither love.

You can only return a smile when they wave.

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My 26th Contribution to NaPoWriMo


Death & Life

What is a man

without the realization

that death lingers near?

 

He is the empty street.

He is that broken glass.

He is the last chance we’ll never have.

 

He is the living dead.

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My 25th Contribution to NaPoWriMo


Sanctuary

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.

 

refuge

 

~ By Varun Chakravarty & Mitchelle Rozario Jansen

My 24th contribution to NaPoWriMo

Checkout Varun’s other works on http://stateofmaroon.wordpress.com/

 

 

 

 


Will you still love me when…

Will you still love me when I’m stripped of my words?

When I have nothing to offer?

When I can’t make the ink flow?

When I’ve spilled every ounce of you from my being?

When I’ve forgotten how to bleed?

When I’m devoid of emotion?

When I’ve lost the will to live?

When I’ve lost the will to love?

When I’m bare and unashamed?

Will you?

Nobody ever does.


Convenient Love

There are no mountains being moved,
No swimming across oceans,
No bringing down the stars and moon,
No giving of life,
Nor taking any.

Just the words “I love you”
When the other wants to hear it the most.


Friend

When it gets sunny,
I’ll be your rain.

When you falter,
I’ll be your strength.

But when I get lonely,
You be my only,
My only… way to heaven,
My love.

 

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My 19th Contribution to NaPoWriMo is dedicated to the love of my life.

Aditi Mehta for you…

Because I know how much you love simplicity.


Love, Is It Over Yet?

Is it over yet?

The ordeal of love?

Or do I need to continue smiling.

Continue defying,

The state of my heart.

 

Is it over yet?

The patient wait,

for nothingness,

for emptiness.

for hollowness?

 

Is it over yet?

Your condescending laugh,

echoing through my head,

resounding through my soul.

creeping through my body?

 

Is it over yet?

your pretence,

your facade,

your false promises?

 

I guess,

It just isn’t over, until you’re over.Image

My 18th Contribution to NaPoWriMo 2013


Blood

I let blood spill all over my white gown,

My Hands,

My Temple,

My Feet,

My Paper,

My Morsel,

My Drink,

My Soul,

My Spirit,

My Life,

My Dreams.

I let his blood spill all over me.Image

My 17th Contribution to NaPoWriMo.


Seasons

Doors closing in

Seasons change and rightly so, but do you watch the colors dance and sing? Do you watch how they fade and bring… New life?

How you crawl behind those showers, stars they die when you strife?

How you let yourself believe there’s no hope for hope. Or love beyond the cries of the night. So much clamor for hate!

The drums at night stifles silence so blind, it wreaks of love so dishonest and dry. Drape in hope is my shunned envelope of faith.

I take turns burning up and getting colder. Getting older. Morphing into a new being, I didn’t know lived within. Inside out.

Do you feel the walls cave in and the house burn, the dead weight shoulders propped? Lost in the ashes, thinking aloud?

And you wonder what saved you? Why was salvation granted to a wretch? May be all the glory is in endurance of love and ache.

For ache I do, head held high. The flag burns brighter and salvation left to pry. Define me in my rhythm of my own forgotten wake.

Wash me down in the waters of shame.

I burn in boats of blames and games.

~ By Varun Chakravarty & Mitchelle Rozario Jansen

Author’s note:

With my co-authors permission I’m adding this poem to as my 15th Contribution to NaPoWriMo even though this is yet another amalgamation of a random conversation we both had. Hope you guys like this effort. Cheers!

Checkout Varun’s other works on http://stateofmaroon.wordpress.com/


Instead

Sometimes you look at the person and your heart skips a beat.

Sometimes you look at the person and your smile doesn’t cease.

Sometimes you speak to that person and time is a vacant entity.

Sometimes you look into that person’s eyes and all you want to do is kiss them tender and sweet,

 

So you just look away instead.

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Picture Courtesy: Israel based photographer, Yell Saccani’s uses movement to create disturbing imagery. Combing both traditional and digital methods of photography many of Saccani’s subjects appear deranged or enraged, they are, as Saccani says,  ’a recording of feelings, not easily deciphered, not meant to be understood but meant to be felt.’

This is my 14th contribution to NaPoWriMo. 🙂

This journey is more than just writing something for the heck of it. It is a process for me. A way in which I know my life is turning around. For the better.


The haunted soul

My own character was the thorn in my side.

I felt the ache and didn’t shy away or try to hide.

I let it show, the anger within,

For the agonizing love I let out a scream.

Catherine Earnshaw the damsel I so loved,

But for her to understand, it would take more than courage and words.

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You teach me now how cruel you’ve been — cruel and false!

Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy?

Why couldn’t you give me your love?

It’s only that much more insufferable,

Because I am strong.

Without you Cathy, my love is trapped in the grave beyond.

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With these words,

I tried to make her mine.

She was after all Heathcliff’s prized possession.

Alas, I could only be laid in her tomb, my love being buried with me.

Had I lived to see this day, this would have been my confession.

 

PS 12th Contribution to NaPoWriMo. This is in line with the theme for today which is about writing a persona poem. I chose my favourite character from my most favourite book Wuthering Heights.


Aside

Mistakes

We make mistakes.

We falter.

We live on the edge.

We’re impulsive.

We take the plunge.

We risk our sanity.

We regret.

And then… we move on.

You know how that is?

Yeah, me neither.

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PS: 11th  contribution to NaPoWriMo.