Monday, September 14, 2020

The Heart and the Crown

 Let go of those stones in your heart

It’s beautiful, it’s shiny, and yes, it catches the light just so

 Let go

Sorrow likes company

A moment of hurt hurls up everything else to the surface

Forgotten memories

Hidden answers

The unforgivable plucked from your blindside

Don’t barter your sleep

Let go before all you are left with is a heap of stones

Let go before it weighs you down

Let go before your stream is muddled beyond hope

Let go till it respects you enough to shift to the crown

Monday, August 31, 2020

Burn the box

Untethered, wild, mad

My thoughts drown in the dark or are drawn to the stars

Ocean floor or the skies above

I look for little cracks to pull it all apart

I don't color inside the lines

It's smudges and torn pages

I don't fit inside a box

It's dissent and sand storms

Don't waste a boundary line around me

I carve doors on the edges 

Don't build a box for safety

I want to burn it all


Sunday, August 30, 2020

Burn the box

Untethered, wild, mad

My thoughts drown in the dark or are drawn to the stars

Ocean floor or the skies above

I look for little cracks to pull it all apart

I don't color inside the lines

It's smudges and torn pages

I don't fit inside a box

It's dissent and sand storms

I will tear your multiple choice papers 

Darling, I make up my own tests 

I will risk everything, put my life on the line, fall into an abyss if I have to

Just so that I can be me

Untethered, wild, mad

Not elegant, not coherent, not always sensible

All that's left of me are my thoughts

Sit beside me and I will listen to you battling it

I will play the trumpet of victory  if your thoughts are sharp enough to cut mine

Don't waste a boundary line around me

I carve doors on the edges 

Don't build a box for safety

I want to burn it all

Don't make my options your business

I don't play by the rules

Untethered, wild, mad

All that's  left of me are my thoughts




Sunday, August 09, 2020

Fodder

I stay still, soaked in the rains,

My pupils freeze, peas and thin ice;  

Daggers nail my splintered feet 

Tangled roots sprout on mud.

When nature steps away

The curtain tears away too;

Death steps into light;

Earth feeds on flesh.

We are but proxies,

To the forests thinned out,

To the bees disappeared,

To the cultures destroyed

Do you hear the harvest bells toll

Stay...

No way out of these walls

Stay...

Pay the price

Seeds of new earth

Pay the price

Fall to rise






















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