In an agenda years ago,
I lay down my words.
A poetic world full of polarities
and psychopathic tendencies
were revealed to me.

Introspect allowed me to inspect,
reflect and purposely
continue my conquest of conquests.
I sedated myself in silenced hours,
motivated myself through stormy showers.

Sometimes, I pause, lacking ideas or
how to transcribe them.
But when I am compelled
that's when the fun begins..

Rhythmically(or not) I play
with words like a drum
and drunkenly, I am
intoxicated with the fun.

Our picture was a masterpiece of love
our art soared like a dove.
Brush strokes of red and
pink created the cloud nine,
we were paper planes in the wind
and everything was fine.
There were no boundaries as we explored...
thoroughly.

It felt vain to believe
any possible attraction
you could have felt towards me.

I, full of various defects
could not have possibly
caught your eye.

I, tainted and full of sins
could not have aroused
any emotions of passion,
love and devotion.

The rotating cogwheels of my mind
could not fathom how any man
could look me in the eyes
and romantically declare
his undying love to me.

But you did .

I sit in a pile of marketing and economics papers
And my exams are in one week.
Lethargically, I stare at these papers
Wishing I could throw them in the air
And follow my dreams .

Father, when I graduate and receive my degree,
when all you will see is my blank stare on
the pictures on your wall,
when I endure your dream,
when you accept that I am not you,
when you listen hard enough to hear
my distaste for your forcefulness,
how would you feel if you were in my shoes?

I

Absently, I stare at you
reluctantly, I agree to do
something I'm unsure of.
Pleasantly, you smile at my decision
and unfortunately, I regret my actions.

II
Your abrasive touch
annoys me to the point where
I wonder why I married you.

Now your frequent absences
make me smile while I lock the house doors
and windows with the help of superglue.


Why did I marry you ?

She looked at the ultrasound image,
scared and speechless.
Her pessimistic husband inculcated her with words,
useless words.
Her ideas of the family she envisioned cracked like glass.
While internal tears drowned her, she began reminiscing the past.
As the doctor spoke, she heard nothing but
the hopes and dreams she created in her head.
Unsure and filled with anxiety,
she was filled with dread.
The one moment she always awaited,
left her feeling very deflated.

"W- what is that ?" She stuttered, pointing at the image.

The doctor cleared his throat.

"What is that ?!" She screamed, becoming agitated.

"Not even science can explain that." he said.

The being  inside her was far from human,
with its two heads and black eyes
peering at her through the image.

"It's not human and I am so sorry." the doctor sympathized.

Her husband, enraged at the whole situation marched out of the room

and slammed the door.

All hell broke loose after she cut her stomach open
and released the creature into town.
Paranoia and pain tormented the town
for months till the creature was captured
by a once nameless entity.

This is the entity parents warned their children against
but this entity became an angel and a saviour.
Over time, this nameless entity was named fear
and sometimes, fear helps us overcome our
greatest nightmares.

In these halls, we scream as our underlying madness takes over our bodies
In these halls, there is no mystique as true human nature is revealed
There is no room for sanity but instead, beautiful lullabies of hysteria.
People use their claw like nails trying to somehow escape themselves.
In a sick twisted way, I love this world,
this world unlit by incessant eclipses.
Sometimes madness can be a sweet thing.