Some days it feels like the world has twisted
Like the earth took a wrong rotation
Then it tried to fix it
but something didn't quite fit
There must be a crack somewhere
Where we all keep stumbling
One after another, day after day
Like a pile of dominoes
Welcome to the year 2020
20 dominoes that fell down
1...2...3...4...
20 things that went wrong
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 8:14 AM UTC
My child, with gentle footsteps you walk
While cruelly ticks away the mocking clock
With a heavy heart, I hide behind the cloak of courage
My child you were once, now headed for marriage
Darling, I remember when I first held you in my arms
With naive pride, I promised I will protect you from all harms
O little angel of mine, there’s a part of me that wishes I could ask you to stay
And go back to the wonderful days, when marriage for you was a doll’s play
This boy you brought home, he asks me for your hand
Says I love her, sir, I hope you would understand
My sweetheart, I know you love him more than anything
But the desire to keep you close seems so beautifully tempting
The red sari suits you quite well, my dear
My little angel, you look so beautiful and pure
My darling child, much too young to depart
The home and love of this father’s poor heart
Standing here, with my eyes helplessly filled
Oh, how I wish I could have this moment stilled
I watch as with a pinch of red vermilion he marks you as his
And I smile as I watch your face glowing with pure bliss
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC
I've dreamt a little dream
Tucked it in, safe and snug
In that little corner of my mind
Resting, 'til it feels that tug
When my heart gives a call
As it sees my eyes begin to awaken
The dream will break its slumber
The cloak of past defeats, gladly forsaken
I stand, eager and willing
To embark proudly into the night
With confidence my armour
And my only friend, the moonlight
Shadows no longer scare me
As they follow me down the road
My doubts and insecurities left behind
No worries, I've finally broken the code
I wade through the darkness
To reach the other side
My nervous shakes' not a weakness
But a roar to the tide
I will swim through the tumultous waters
Of destiny and time
The stars will no longer write my fate
Let the clock chime
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 8:51 AM UTC
Some time since ink bled
On these lazy fingertips, poet
Clean hands; a disgrace!
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
Wait; don’t pull the sheets, just yet
Give me a moment to breathe, to let the last tear fall
A broken heart still lies on an unmade bed
Let the smoke clear of the red stained cigarette
It’s funny, how even in daylight, a whisper darkens all
Wait; don’t pull the sheets, just yet
What is love, if not an exciting game of roulette?
Time played its hand; better place a bet, fate now holds the ball
A broken heart still lies on an unmade bed
To be fair, it wasn’t all blood, tears and sweat
Who was the winner who was the loser? It was far too close to call
Wait; don’t pull the sheets, just yet
Tell me, would I be easy, to write off as a love lost; to forget
Or do you, like me, spend sleepless nights, for a late night phone call
A broken heart still lies on an unmade bed
Don’t close your eyes, there isn’t much to regret
I’m not ready yet, to release my breath; for the curtain call
Wait; don’t pull the sheets, just yet
A broken heart still lies on an unmade bed
-പ്രിയാന്ഷി ദാസ്
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
She is standing on the brink of sanity
looking for something to hold on
She is twenty-six years old, watching a world go by
and wondering whether she belonged
An artist’s child she is, playing with fire;
uncertain if the rug would be pulled from beneath her feet
or if it would just burn in magnificent flames
scratching into her eyes calling forth her tears
She is everyone and no one
She is an idea, a rumor, an imagination
and the last piece of a puzzle that no one tried to solve
She is the pain in pleasure and the pleasure in pain
She is the terrifying beauty of life
She is addiction with a veil of innocence
clinging on to her like a possessive lover
She is curiosity with wide beckoning eyes
She is sin, a devil’s temptation
with delicate grace as enchanting as a lost nymph
She is the woman lying in his bed cocooned in sheets
stained with her blood
with a red so bright that it threatens to claw his eyes out
She is poetry with lyrical verses of wild hair
matted with dirt and blood,
ends curling down the edge of his pillow
She is music with symphonies of chattering teeth
and rustling clothes against smooth ivory skin,
borne of a night as cold as the heart she accused him of bearing
She is forgiveness with serene smiles on lips
as soft as a butterfly’s wings and a small hand outstretched
to clasp his and paint it with red pigments of defeat and strength
She is death with haunting eyes the color of warm honey
that his mum used to feed him
on rainy afternoons he spent curled up in her lap
But he has never been so peaceful
in his entire pathetic existence,
For if death is as exquisite as her
then perhaps death was what he had been searching for all along
-പ്രിയാന്ഷി ദാസ്
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC
Why do artists **** their arts?
Journalists obey corporate bosses.
Doctors peddle drugs for status.
Lawyers work for robber barons.
Bankers' havens for barons' taxes.
Kings start wars for hefty profits.
Charity's done for the sake of publicity.
Vanity today is a thriving industry.
Shopping's done with borrowed money.
Bankruptcy levels; not seen in history.
From hazardous things; profits aplenty.
Poisoned wells we leave our progeny.
These lunacies have a common cause,
To win 'the rat race'; at any **** rate,
Even earthly mother, we brutally ****
How much is enough, to be content?
Pharaoh's wealth was greater than most,
But while he drowned, it saved him not.
Instead, strive for a righteous life,
Bonded to mother, free from desire.
For we're not islands, or rats in a race.
And when we stand on Judgement Day,
Our wealth that day will have no say,
Our deeds that day will lead the way.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
timber habitats are vanishing, on the Earth's mass
timber habitats are vanishing, on the Earth's mass
bulldozers and axes, lethal their mix
bulldozers and axes, lethal their mix
on the Earth's mass, bulldozers and axes
vanishing timber habitats, lethal their mix
the number one priority, where is the preserving and conserving
the number one priority, where is the preserving and conserving
tree dwelling creatures, served eviction from their homes
tree dwelling creatures, served eviction from their homes
preserving and conserving, tree dwelling creatures homes
from eviction, the number one priority
tree felling goes on unabated, wooded residencies destroyed
tree feeling goes on unabated, wooded residencies destroyed
profits to be ever reaped, satiating the logger's greed
profits to be ever reaped, satiating the logger's greed
unabated the logger's tree felling goes on
satiating greed destroyed, wooded residencies reaped
wood residencies destroyed, on the Earth's mass
served eviction from their homes, tree dwelling creatures
timbered habitats are vanishing, the number one priority
profits to be ever reaped ,bulldozers and axes lethal their mix
tree felling goes on unabated, satiating the logger's greed
where is the preserving and conserving?
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
with quiet mischief;
on the brink of sanity
sleeps insanity
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
Domestic violence, I feel it in your silence,
I see the pain in your eyes, hearing the torture in your cries.
Bruises, broken bones your half dead,
he battered you so badly there's scars on your head, with the feeling of dread.
To weak to fight his strength, you'd go to any length,
to break free run from this bully, he don't love you in his heart not truly or fully.
Excuses are running out, you have to get out
U can hear him coming, you get the urge to start running.
You freeze he grabs you by the hair,
pleading with him to stop, in this rage he doesn't care.
Another punch in the face, he throws you around,
too young to pick you up off of the ground.
He says he didn't mean it, i wish you could of seen it
from the beginning, he's got a hold of you he thinks he's winning.
walking on egg shells living in this hell,
too afraid to speak out, there's no one you can tell.
He rapes you batters you inflicts all this pain,
stripped you of your dignity, makes you feel insane.
Domestic violence, break your silence
fight back your strong, what he's doing is wrong.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 4:41 AM UTC