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Revati Ramesan Oct 2016
It was an everyday ritual
At 7, 12 & 9
Monotony is my life
It's OK, I'm fine.

It was another day
With a lot of strange faces.
I saw new people every day,
With such slow paces.

But today was no regular day
As something bad was about to take place .
A rogue tile, almost misshapen,
And whatever followed, didn't involve a lot of grace.

I tripped, it fell.
And all the rice was in the air.
And at that moment, all the eyes were on me,
And I fell into complete despair
Revati Ramesan Jun 2018
I can feel the eternal dread,
The looming gore
The unending misery
And the forever.

The forever being lonely,
Lonely and alone,
With no one to reach out to
With no shoulder to rest my weary head on

Maybe it's my fault,
Maybe I try to lean too much
Maybe I expect you to lean too,
Sometimes atleast once
All I want is a signal
A signal

"You're accepted"
"I'll listen to you"
All I want to be is a little part of your world
Is that too much to ask
Just a smile or a reminder
That you'll wait for me

I know that you are going through some changes,
But I'll wait
I will,
For you.
I'm just hurt
Revati Ramesan Oct 2016
Here I sit, a brown haired girl,
With brown colored skin that spreads down to everywhere.

I feel lonely, most of the time,
That’s because I have a rock hard shell, now is that a crime?

I was lonely at home, and lonely at school,
I had no hand to hold, and I felt like a fool.

I was an idiot, for blindly following others,
But with you, it was a blessing, just one after another.

You took my hand and pulled me out of my shell
To be honest, in there, it was hell.

I thank my lucky stars every night.
We'll be together forever, even if we fight.
Revati Ramesan Oct 2016
It was a dream of mine
To live within the clouds
To jump around in the fluff
And to wrap myself with it at night.

The view always seemed divine
From the voluptuous mounds
But it was all a big bluff
I ended it all with a fight
Revati Ramesan Feb 2018
I remember the day I came here
And I promised myself that this year will be full of hard work and pain
And all the best was all I could hear
But now that is all down the drain

I spend my days here all covered in sweat
And the nights are too much the same
And on myself I daily bet
And when I fail, myself I do blame

Free time here is yawn inducing
And the food here, tasteless
The people here are a lot confusing
The relationships are a mess.

Now I remember why all this is worth watching
'cuz, if I were at home , I would see my brothers plot hatching
Revati Ramesan Jul 2017
As this long winding path
Comes to a halt
I look back at everything
All my joys and all my faults

I know I made some mistakes
Deadly even, even insane.
But from those mistakes, I know better.
I know right from wrong, obscurity from fame

I know connections were made
That just can’t be undone
Some heart left broken
Some others were a hit and run

No matter the pain
No matter the sacrifice
I did learn something from there
That knowledge comes at a price
Revati Ramesan Oct 2016
I take these pills to make me thin
I dye my hair
and cut my skin
I try everything
to make them see me
But all they see is someone that's not me

Even when I'm walking on a wire
Even when I set myself on fire
Why do I always feel invisible
Every day I try to look my best
Even though inside I'm such a mess
Why do I always feel invisible

Here inside, my quiet hell
You cannot hear, my cries for help
I try everything, to make them see me
But everyone sees what I can't be
Revati Ramesan Feb 2018
To be or not to be that might be the question
To see or not to see that might be an option
Should we stand there and face,the reality
Or turn around, and sip a cup of tea
Revati Ramesan Jul 2017
Click clack went her heels,
When she tried to hurry inside.
Splish Splash went all the drinks,
When she pushed the waiter aside.

“Did you hear, did you hear?”
She said, her breath catching up with her.
“Oh dear, what happened,”
Said Mrs. Ellsworth, whilst brushing her fur.

“Diana Cowden, queen of the pies,
Was found dead in her yard.
Oh lord oh lord, the worst’s yet to come,
The bake-off is in a week, how could she die?”

“Yes sweetheart, her death is all about you,”
Said Lady Brownlowe in a calming, soothing tone.
“Please tell us how it happened, how did she die.”
“And skip the gory details, I don’t want to get ***** on my ****.”

The crowd screeched to a halt,
As Mrs. Thornberry prepared herself for the story.
There was pin-drop silence in the room,
Except for Mrs. Ackerman, who was hungry, really not her fault.

“A gunshot wound to her head,
Rake marks across her face.
The poor darling, she couldn’t get away from it all,
Her family, such a disgrace.”

“It still isn’t clear how it all happened,
No signs of struggle, no pain at all.
It’s as if she knew what was coming,
Such a brave heart, and such a fall.”

It still isn’t clear who tried to **** the brave soul,
The police is just as dumbfounded.
Her office’s a mess and so is the kitchen,
Her yard was all clean, except the portion where she was found dead.

“Still, who could have committed, such an atrocity?”
Said Lady Brownlowe, tears welling up in her eyes.
“We were such good friends, we had picnic plans in May,”
Said Mrs. Ackerman, her mouth, stuffed with pie.

“Was anything taken from the office?”
Asked Mrs. Ellsworth, finally opening up.
“It’s strange that you ask that, it really is.
Her prized recipe for Butterscotch Custard has now gone with the wind.”

“She cherished the recipe,
And kept it so close to the heart.
I’d hate for something bad to happen to her,
Even more for her recipes.”

“She was known for being the most charismatic baker,
Her book full of secrets.
A fallen comrade, a fallen hero.
Now, a moment of silence, let’s pay our respects.”

As everyone bowed their heads in respect,
Two heads stayed still.
One with a mysterious smirk,
The other one, scared of smirk, gave out a scream so shrill.

“What’s wrong Betty, is everything okay?”
Asked Lady Brownlowe, stroking Mrs. Thornberry’s hair.
Filled with fear she looked around the room,
The murderer she thought who was gone, stood right over there.

She took her index finger and brushed it over her lips,
A silent “Shush” came out, and then she left.
“Nothing, nothing” shouted out Mrs. Thornberry,
“I must’ve seen a spider, a big menacing one.”

“It’s alright, calm down.” Mrs. Ackerman said,
“There’s no need to worry, they waiters have readied their brooms.”
Lady Brownlowe sat back and smiled,
“Well, at least we know who’ll win this time.”

“Susan? Susan where’d you go”
The cries had started to echo.
“Oh wait,” said Mrs. Ackerman, “don’t you remember?”
“Mr. Ellsworth is coming back home from Westchester!
I know its a bit long, but I wanted to experiment with a different genre
Revati Ramesan Feb 2018
Take away my freedom,
Take away my creativity.
Take away all that is mine,
Till I fall down and pretend to comply.

You can take away everything materialistic,
But you will never take my soul,
For she's a warrior, Born to Fight.
And your archaic norms don't give her no fright.

For she will keep fighting, every day, every second,
Till she climbs that long admired mountain peak.
And when she does, she'll exhale and put down her sword,
And with that last breath, her heart will
LEAK, LEAK, LEAK.
You
Revati Ramesan Feb 2018
You
To know what it felt like the first time I met you
Is equal to the happiness of getting that new Adidas shoe
To know the pleasure of going with you to school
Is equal to the satisfaction of eating snacks before your food
The sadness of being so far away from you
That, every person might understand but you
I just hope one day you come to your senses
Just for that day dude, put on your lenses
I wrote it in 2014

— The End —