Her innocence...

A drop of blood,

Made her a woman,

A world within a world she was so blissfully ignorant of,

It brought about this magic spell of femininity,

The world and its raging eyes knew, but her eyes were still closed to the beauty and the beast that was ahead of her...

A dash of estrogen,

Was all it took,

For milestones and minutes,

To bring her closer to the womanhood she craved,

But did she really?...

The ticking clock began for her body,

For so it seemed,

Her clockwork did not want orange,

Her world was craving the colour of innocence,

That seemed to fly away just with a drop of blood... 

Her world was lost,

Stuck in between the wide open skies,

The deep blue sea,

With the devil lurking in the corner,

With his cursed eyes...

The monster,

Of the corner,

That bastard,

The one that the light, the dark, nature refuses to nurture,

It is him who drinks the blood of innocents, trying to slay them for he needs flesh.. 

The monster started to decompose before he was one with the mud,

The monster decays within or without,

The monster tears apples away from their roots,

Spreading his ugly shadow which can make young crops wilt with his darkness near him...

The monster yearned war,

The monster yearned pillage,

The monster not just looted and burned every village in his way,

The monster left his rot with every footstep he took...

The monster killed her innocence the minute he laid his ice cold fingers on her chest,

The chest that bore love, peace and innocence,

The chest like bore colors, sound and light,

The monster wanted to kill her,

If only he knew he was dealing with a phoenix..

The phoenix does not rise only when the sun shines,

The phoenix rises when she regains strength,

The phoenix rises when her heart is open to war and peace,

The fire didn't burn her,

The fire was her womb outside the womb...

The fire was her friend in disguise,

The fire was the light in the blackest of nights,

What makes her a woman is not her hourglass,

Is not her love,

It is the fact that she is best friends with her demons and the fire they bask in... 

 

The boundary...

I wake up to realize,
That unrequited love is my biggest vice,
Something so sweet is my bittermost sin,
Everything to lose, nothing to win.

I have been told,
My body is good enough to be sold,
I have been told,
That I am so ugly, a man would be cold..

I am just meat with a limbic system,
I cannot guarantee all my thoughts are pristine,
I have red blood flowing through my veins,
Raging hormones rage in vain...

Yet I am warm,
In middle of the eye of the storm,
My thoughts form,
My sensuality will not conform...

My sensuality  will not conform to terms and conditions,
To those who rip apart my very foundation,
Where were you when my eyes ran out of tears?
Where were you where I was numb to my fears?

You just held my hand to get me wet,
Filled my hollow with your seed of regret,
Just so that the needs of your ancestors are met,
Sow your wild oats, so your genes can spread...

You sowed them in soil so fertile,
That she didn't hide,
She wrote about what was in her head,
Her canvas is your biggest threat...

So let her immortalize you,
To an extent that you can see your own fortune,
Fluid as your greatest dispute,
Of love, of lust...

Ugly

Empty,

Yet so full of matter,

So full of emotion,

Words and paintings,

Which would never see the break of dawn,

As the ugliness gets hidden within us,

Accumulating withing our cells,

Making them toxic and hostile.

Only the beauty gets the canvas,

Put on a brave face,

You should smile more...

Why are you so negative?

Is something  wrong?

I can almost feel you're not fine.

If only I could tell you I'm not,

However if I tell you,

You'd tell me I'm wrong,

You'll tell me to look at the side which is beautiful,

Which is as real as German silver,

As fake as my outer demeanor,

If only you would allow me to wipe off the paint within me ,

If I did, you would run away.

The world wants beauty,

The world runs on beauty,

Beauty of nature,

Beauty of people,

Beauty of God,

If you're bitter,

You would be thrown, 

Deep within the ocean,

To join the debris,

That pollute the Earth.

The ugliness within the beauty is shunned,

Almost a crime,

Abandoned deep within,

Contaminating every cell,

Changing the dynamics,

Of world within worlds...

It will break down, 

One particle after another,

Show itself, 

As a disease that cannot be cured,

Where is the beauty now?

The beauty you tried so hard to find?

Has it joined the other side?

Or has the ugliness within you just revealed itself,

In a way you wouldn't have thought.

You see,

It was there,

At every breathing moment,

Intertwining with everything you chose not to see,

Everything you chose not to show.

For this rejection of inner ugliness was for the voyeurs,

Who tore beautiful pieces of your heart and left you as you were, ugly...

Powerful vessels....

The morning light was not enough to enlighten her,
The day the elements of her dream died,
Wearing a dead shroud of indifference over their tattered torn hearts,
Will it rise above?
Above the humiliation, sorrow and disgust,
Will it be reborn with renewed spirits?

She has and she will live and learn,
Make unspeakable and scadalous mistakes,
Which she wishes were secrets buried deep within the furrows of hell,
If only the apparent social beings were not so concerned with the shame of others,
Digging up jaded secrets which should have been things of the past,
But shall be dug up with every new birth...

If dreams have died today they can be reborn tomorrow,
In a different place, time and dimension,
With another form of energy,
Every piece of it replaced one by one,
With different colors,
Very glossy on the outside and skeptical and murky deep within...

For her body is just a vessel of life,
Draped by curves,
Curves that seduce some and disgust others,
If she chooses to live life as she was supposed to,
She might as well as died long back,
And taken her soul to another world....

How different are souls and dreams really?
Can one not be interchanged with another?
Can one not be driven by another?
Can one not be intertwined with another and help each other grow?
Can they not be filled in this vessel called life?
Be solid companions until life parts from her and beyond?

What is her body?
Was it her sense of being that was born to mate, reproduce and die?
Emerge from the Earth,
Then fly towards the cycle of the universe?
Then be reborn in one or the other form stay until it's pleasing to the eyes,
Only to part again until the hot flashes arise...

For true love isn't just eye candy,
Or when it's warm around her arms,
It too can be cold and bitter,
Leave hearts scarred and torn,
Until one day one realizes,
That true love cannot be found when one soul is a toxic dependent on another...

It is found within that vessel,
Within that life,
Within that dimension and space,
Perhaps in another universe all together,
Where souls intertwine with dreams... 

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The Martian...

The world before my eyes is almost as disillusioned as I seem to be,
Migrating from one part of the globe to another,
To search for a place I call home,
I place were the seven colours of the rainbow are easily differentiated  before they become white light...

I am not in the closet where it comes to the man I love,
I am in the closet where it concerns the freedom of my soul,
Ridiculed, torn and tattered while exerting my free speech and will,
Shall I withstand the mockery in fear of a spear piercing my heart?

A spear in my heart,
Wounded and dead,
Before I was audible,
I had something they did not possess, another perspective...

The end of me was not the end of my ideas,
Whose spirits were indeed crushed,
As it started seeping below the ground,
Only heard within the whispers of some jaded men...

Little did they know my ideas had roots,
Roots below the ground that was masked my barren lands above,
Breathed the toxic fumes of hell,
Stronger as the years passed...

Till one day those roots just became a tree,
A tree strong enough of inhibit the ground with young saplings instantly,
They grew, spread like wildfire,
A epidemic that broke suppression...

A mutant stronger than any virus was now at large,
They tried to stop them with every weapon they had,
But anger harboured and nurtured for years beat it hands down,
Ravaging slavery with the ray of light...  
 

Innocuously unconscious...

The morning light was not enough to enlighten her,
The day the elements of my dream died,
Wearing a dead shroud of indifference over their tattered bodies and crushed spirits,
Using their newly acquired air of individuality to stop the infection from spreading...

There were days she used to bleed for them,
There were days she made a new world of stories with her tears,
There were days she questioned their unity and separation,
Now those days have broken with the break of my dreams and wake of my lids...

The lovers, with their deeper lust and intense attachment,
Feared as their fatal attraction ceased into a pitch black void,
The companions, who bore the other half of the dead souls and beautiful bonds,
Watched as once merry monotony was now a far fetched memory,
The nurturers with their fusion of life, care and separation,
Now watch as their creation enter another world...

She watched from another dimension of the skies,
Mourned in her sleep,
As she woke her tears were bone dry,
Psyched by the heavenly icy cold cold lullabies...

They waited for time to turn just so that they could reach out to her,
They showed her sights, sounds and seasons from her childhood,
A couple of decades ago but long lost in altered perception,
Even tried moments of breaking her into the past that never was,,,

She now ceased to believe that they were living beings imbibed with emotion and ambition,
More so mere characters in her dreams,
Bold and beautiful as well as dark and grimy,
Mere puppets of her unconscious side of the coin,
Who watched as she died many deaths,
Who wilted away as she was reborn with numerous lives...      

Forever lost...

A slip between the cup and the lip,
Seemed to have a rather tragic end,
He dreamed of romance, looked in a sacred casket,
Within two peoples hearts,
She dreamed of love for the world and lust for the wooers....

There were men who loved a piece of chunky meat,
Dreamed of devouring her flesh black and blue,
There were men who thought of true love,
A desire for her in the deepest of nights and a speck of light in the break of dawn,
Then there was her who was numb to it all...

The mighty fall of love proved to rather melancholic after all,
A battle between instinct and acquired taste,
Swirling within the wind of hopes and dreams,
Which paints a rather perfect image,
Not too far from the truth not too close to impulsive perception...

This magic potion was cursed by the demons hands,
Saw it create love and wanted to tear it apart,
Used its broken pieces to wipe its tears,
Used its changing colors to soothe its needs,
Locked it away and denied its consumption to its creators...

The curse of lost love has diverged from its path,
Soon to find it again,
Shall find those who seek the burning ray of passion,
Shall shrike lovers just to created a void,
Of days lived many times over and lone nights...

Lopsided spectrum...

I saw the hollow of my soul,
Just when I drifted apart from the ghost of my past,
My instincts sensed the emergence of change,
Hence it created a void,
Which seemed like an endless tunnel lit by the light of minute change..

We now must depart from the world created by the gods,
Enter a universe radically inverted,
Devoid of space and time,
Straight laced as change,
As harsh as the truth..

Your comrades shall rise and fall as seasons change,
Succumb to fate,
Lose themselves to life,
Get resurrected in the fire of ice,
Too frozen to relive the former companionship...

My principles have now been deformed and kept in the corner,
Wept the silent cries of change,
Slid back into the closet,
Changed its attire,
Painted a mask on its face...

It has deceived my comrades,
Too frozen to detect lies,
Too brittle to walk hand in hand with the truth,
They now see their soulless hollow,
Saw their departed soul bound, being disciplined away from the spotlight...

The scars of the past have now faded,
I now carry my vices as a cloak of experience,  
Empathetic to sinners in numerous dimensions,
Still choose to hide, though we're one,
Fighting its own reflections...

The crowd...

Brick by brick,
They laughed,
Some were made of copper and some of gold,
Brick by brick,
They dismissed,
The secret universe being constructed right behind their backs...

This universe contained secrets,
Intertwined in each others miseries,
This universe contained confessions,
Which shall never be told aloud,
This universe had deep viscous mires,
Trespassers would be persecuted if they chose to enter...

The world before us was hidden,
Though it was dancing merrily right behind our backs,
We chose to ignore as they chose to hide,
They chose to cover their ears,
When the music was too loud,
They finally turned their backs to their backs...

Behold, here is a new world,
Before you enter we might slit your throat,
Just so that you can see this illusion in another dimension,
If only you may help us wash away the blood,
Then burn any liberty you have left,
To constrict you to these four walls..

Now that you have entered our universe,
Let us make you imbibe the magic potion of negativity,
It will kill you soul as it kills you,
Only to help you blend in with natures design,
Once you're done you're one of us now,
You just one hunter in the pack..

You need to shift your visions and dreams,
Away from this universe,
So that it can thrive there,
Shift it away before we kill it,
Using the darkness within the light,
Now you're one of us and you're dreams aren't..

Let the demons and jinns walk you through,
Just so that you can't run back,
Just in case you want your dreams back,
Let them disillusion you,
If you break away,
You shall be blissfully ostracized as we watch and laugh..    

Islands...

We have now chosen to forget,
Urges that made our blood boil once upon a time,
In an island, surrounded by the sea of disguise,
Masked by the profuse bleeding of vessels that cut against the flow,
Silently washed away and awaiting revival...

Alas, the torch of love had ceased,
As we chose to forget unresolved anger,
As we generated hatred from unrequited love,
As we chose to alter the verdict from crimes of passion,
As long lost lovers communicated by the winds of vain...

Not dead but long forgotten,
As we chose to visit the ghosts of the pasts,
Now dancing around the maddening fire that our secrets had created,
Swirling around what once defined our world,
Surrounded by the darkness  of time that passed...

As we dreamed to escape land,
We drifted into the sea of clutter,
Uncluttered by rich stimuli,
The erotica of life occured,
Just as we were whiling away our time...