shruti-chakraborty
Writing can be interspersed with breathing for me, for I shall write till I die. / / Poetry is that one excuse for me to say things aloud, (at times, only to the piece of paper or the blank screen) that I couldn't have, in another conversation with another person, or maybe even with myself. Reading poetry reminds me of things I may have thought about and left midway, long ago, maybe because I didn't dare go beyond that point. I am amazed at how a fifteen minute scribbling exercise alters the way I see the world, almost like discovering a new colour, as it were. / / Poetry is simply, gazing with love at those corners of life, things, people and ourselves, that sunlight is often unable to reach. / / Seeking the universe in all corners of my life. Love to sing, dance, meditate. Learning to live, one day at a time. / www.wordshire.blogspot.in
We're all here making special appearances
For nanoseconds in this eternity of existence
Messing folks up by being ourselves,
Getting messed up because people are being themselves,
Being human.
Judging people,
Getting judged by people.
Falling prey to our mind's trick or treat
Over and over again
We know how we're wired.
We can see the victim in the criminal.
But we choose to blame, judge and accuse,
Soaking in vengeful relief
Till someone does the same with us
And we spiral into societal suicide.
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 7:39 AM UTC
Ignorance is a blister about to burst,
And when it does,
The consequences ooze out in all directions
Like a bruise growing into a fatal wound.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 4:55 AM UTC
We’re the generation that
Validates its existence through memes Everyone can relate with,
Gratifies itself through likes,
Swiping a nod of 'count me in'.
What happened to the times
When two strangers would connect
Over nothing but a smile?
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 3:03 AM UTC
Your manhood will shrink
When the bubble bursts
When you realise
It takes more than a stubble
To be a man.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
She'll disappear behind the velvet drapes,
Then sneak into your room one night
Throwing light on secrets that
Your mind had been keeping from you
As you taste them
Through gritted teeth, during nightmares.
She'll only show that frozen, calm exterior, cold as ice.
But she'll bring your emotions to boiling point
As she tugs out tides of emotions shooting out of your heart,
A clenched fist of emotions bursting at the seams till now.
Who knows what secrets lie on the dark side of the moon?
I can tell you,
She'll be out of sight for a fortnight
but not out of your mind,
And she certainly can hide secrets even though she's so often in the spotlight.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
Let the ink draw out the poison
Or does it feel like you're
Willing to lose blood to lose poison?
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:00 AM UTC
What if what you thought to be
a leap of faith
Was just slated for you by fate?
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 3:44 AM UTC
The power of persuasion?
Ask the voices in my head
Which persevere till my own voice -
Once throbbing with life,
Becomes a faint pulse,
Dying with every echo.
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
You pledged your affections to me that day
As you snuggled up to me.
And nearly everyday since,
You'd sung me to sleep.
Your strength was the kind,
People like me couldn't be afraid of.
Because I knew, you'd use your might only to protect me.
You fell in love with me before I did
And I couldn't wait to fall for you soon after -
That's how lovable you were.
That's how worthy of being loved you made me feel.
I think of that day; and today, and realise that
You've been the most loving
And the most fearsome person I have loved.
I wonder, how can someone personify
Both love & reckless anger at the same time?
Is it a twisted version of your love for me I see,
When you turn into the control freak that you do?
**You say that some birds cannot be caged,
Their feathers are too bright.
You nearly caged the very bird you had freed
In many ways with your love.**
And I am the bird who doesn't want to
Fly away from what had become a cage for her
Now that the door is open,
Because she'd fallen in love with her captor
Way before she knew she'd be terrified of him some day.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
Frantic for freedom,
It fidgeted in that cage.
Then it pecked at & clipped its own wings/feathers.
One by one, every day.
It assumed that when there would be no wings,
There'd be no freedom to crave for.
And that it would be able to make itself believe
That the cage was in fact, its nest.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC