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284 · Nov 2020
Artistically Mad.
Gitu LM Nov 2020
My words, it’s flames are not strong enough to withstand these cyclones….

it gets messy ..the dirt and the screams..it just won’t stop.

banging my head from inside , a hammer strong enough to break open my skull

leaving the paper blank for tomorrow and tomorrows and days after that….

just like your canvas , unstained , ” a ****** in white”

the blanks on its face deep , so deep that it could engulf us both..

lure us into the white.

Dissolve all the black that is left of us……

And we would float on top of serenity

only then we will know what it’s like to be devoid of madness, devoid of colours , devoid of words..

waves of our mind will disappear as our memory dissolves

Then these people will say with aching hearts- You and I ,were insane……….
To all the evenings I tried to make  the barriers disappear.Trying to break the glass films, Just to feel a little bit closer. Now in those remainig shreds of glass ,I find warmth...
Gitu LM Jun 17
I am not ready for a pet….

some mornings I wake up
jumping out of my bed.
I stare at the sun for too long through the open windows.
But there are mornings,
when I don't wake up at all… .
My body,too heavy and the ceiling, too nice.

No, I am not ready for a pet…

If I used to love you and we don't talk anymore,you probably don't know this.
I tend to love too hard and break too much.
If another life leaves me on my own,
my body might survive…
But my soul, it is covered in bruises, I am afraid that there is no space for mending….

So, No, I am not ready for a pet…..

when I look at those puppy eyes,
my brain starts a race….
A race that I cannot finish….
Cause each time I sprint,
I fall back on my knees and I see a picture,
A picture of me…
So far away holding on,
to an empty leash… .
Falling in love can be really scary..
So let's take it slow...
One day at a time..
50 · Dec 2020
Drifting
Gitu LM Dec 2020
The walls of the narrow way echoed the feelings my tongue couldn't deliver into words….
The silence could gulp even my darkest fears..
Long forgotten shreds of memories
The sound of the fans in my Dojo..
The counts of the sensei….
Ending in sweetbread and a night ride in our grandpa's old active..

Remorse defeats my rage.Why???
I do not know..

Days when you demanded chocolates for the prints my gloves left on your cheeks,
But today, the marks your fists made run deep inside my tummy.. It erupts a vacuum inside me that cadburys can never fill..

Realising,
That pain loses its purity once the ring disappears…
Wondering,
When did I start confusing maturity with arrogance.

2007,
I remember looking down at you,
on the floor clinging on my knees
2011,
The first day of your school
Break visit
You hugging me tight,
Rain pouring down, June smiling down on us…
Breaks later, me still trapped in the baker block strapped to your arm with a bunch of primary kids…..
2020,
Now I have to lift my heavy head up to see your face…
45°somehow drifts as even further…
I don't know if it's the gravity or the silence that hurts more..
I 'am' happy to see you..
But the years of dragging must have dissolved my smile…
So I ask myself,
When did maturity become a license for arrogance?

I wish we could go back to those times… .
When I say those times I do not mean the Christmas nights…
The hangings , the lights, fixing up the tree past dark..
the aftertaste of nuts and plum on the edge of your tongue,
The bittersweet of grape wine that still ferments my throat…
Watching the star on the porch till February because no one cared to take them down… .

When I say those times,
I don't mean the weekend trips, BBQ in the middle of the forest,
the smell of lemon,
the juice dripping down the chicken
watering our mouths.
A feeling, whose reasons, our brains seemed to forget..
I do not mean the times we jumped up and down in my bed to the rhythms of our mom's radio that's now broken and dusty somewhere in the attic… ..

When I say those times,I don't mean that day when we hid inside our little house when you punched a kid in the face when he commented on my body….
Not those times you shouted at me when I was joking about death..
Definitely not that time when we were walking home from the bus stop and you threw your finger in the air, to those idiots when I clearly had a voice.

I am talking about those times when my heart wasn't as cold. ..
When my resting face wasn't a static form of indifference.....
When you used to make sexist jokes to provoke me .
before all the vigour died, but I can't seem to find the end point in time…

Before I could differentiate between love and hate..
Now I'm shattered into pieces and no matter how carefully I integrate,
My feelings get nullified in the end..
When you kicked me in the stomach,
All I saw was the antagonist of all my nightmares,
A misogynistic face of patriarchal chauvinism lashing out at me
the fear and the rage consumed me
leaving me helpless.
But deep inside this emotional sphere that I carry around at the center of it all,
the feminist in me dies….
their lives a girl whose own blood burns her skin.
She weeps.

I do not cry for her.

I can't comfort her.
Maturity has made us strangers.
How can I blame you for the drift between us, when I have created spaces in between pieces of myself ……
when I'm burning down bridges, every day. Inside of me,
so I'm sitting here in this dark hallway, wondering,
when did maturity became a synonym for distance… .
19 · Apr 4
Did i love you?
Gitu LM Apr 4
It's been years RAM.


I'm no longer afraid of the nights.

The way It conquers the days,

days of endless waiting.

Your face , a broken shade of grey, fading,

as the celluloid unfolds like silhouettes dissolving with the sun,

The mountains, the busy streets and the silent corridors of my hostel dorm somehow always leads me back to you.


We are strangers Ram.


I'm not that girlfriend who will sprint at the sight of you,

No, I won't be able to recognise your voice from miles away.

I don't know how to comfort you,

I don't even know how to laugh with you. Still, for some strange reason, I still believe that I loved you,  I love you? that I loved you madly. Maybe I was in love with a shred of an innocent childhood

A memory, you were a part of .

You distanced yourself from me, the distance made me crazy.

Maybe my friends were right, maybe I never loved you.

Maybe, I was in love with the feeling of being in love.

Cause If not for the profile I visit once in a while I would have long forgotten your face.

Or maybe I did love you.

But I loved the girl in me who fell for you, even more.

The girl who knew no lies.

The girl whose world lit up when you smiled.

I envy her Ram.

Now For me, love is a mirage of wasted feelings.

I envy her so much Ram,

because time put me in this loop  where your smile was replaced by bifurcations and  my love for you by a state of indifference

— The End —