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Sasha Ranganath Oct 2014
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With every step that you take
And every move that you make,
I can't help but stumble
And fall so deep into hate.
Sasha Ranganath Sep 2014
Who's to blame
For the fire that started?
Who's to say
They stand corrected?

A July flame-
Undying love
Or apparently the same
Is broken trust.

What is the use
Of a beating heart,
When dead is the fuse
And black are the sparks?

When every time I see his face
I feel like pulling the trigger,
Was it not a sort of race
That was stopped by a liar?

I cried tears of acid
For someone only worth
A stare so placid
To destroy and hurt.

I hold *******
Against my neck,
Pretending to shoot so it no longer lingers-
The memories that broke the deck.

How I wish thoughts
Could be burnt,
Of all the fights fought
And all the lessons learnt.

I know no more
What it feels to love,
With my heart gone cold,
There's no meaning now.
Sasha Ranganath Jun 2014
Facing the horizon
She walks barefoot
On the golden sand
Into the blue.
A clear sky reflecting
Upon the glass surface.
Using pain
To suppress pain,
She wades into the shards.
Piercing through her
Agony takes over,
Yet she feels alive.
Icy waters of the ocean
She's neck deep in,
She can't feel the ground anymore.
Her head just above the water
She takes one final breath,
And heads toward heaven or hell.
A moment of panic,
As she breathes in, but
They are now one.
Her pain washed away
Sorrow drowned.
One soul, born from
*A poisoned mind
Of the girl who felt alive
Breathing her last breath.
She lived awaiting death.
Sasha Ranganath Jul 2014
Angel lips
Devil eyes
One short kiss
Burns a while.

Like a candle
Burns brighter with time,
Reins, she's on a saddle
She'll whip you right.

A little touch
Goes a long way,
A hurtful nudge
Burns you to grey.

Kind enough
To let you go,
But only once
She's on the throne.
Sasha Ranganath Apr 2016
antidote, antidote
where are you
my body will lay
lifeless
without you
someone injected
venom into my blood
and i can't
seem to find you.
antidote, antidote
save me
i don't know where
else to look
for you.
i've searched under
beds and
over closets;
inside barrels
and scoured the
city through.
please tell me,
drop a hint
i'm dying.
i've rummaged
through everything
in front of me.
i can't see you wherever.
antidote, antidote
could you by
any chance
be my killer?
Art
Sasha Ranganath Jun 2014
Art
Deep in her hazel eyes,
There are truths and lies
Lies to cover the pain
Truths of a permanent stain.
She loves the summer shower
She loves the winter snow.
But she doesn't embrace them,
Just keeping to herself.
Striving to hide the tears
And block away the fears.
She has just one heart
Almost falling apart,
But there is a ray of hope
That keeps it together
Like beautiful art.
Spreading smiles
And going the extra mile,
Is how she keeps herself
From the ropes.
Someday,
She hopes
Through the sky she can glide.
Someday, she wonders
If she'll live a better life
Than the one she lives *inside.
Ash
Sasha Ranganath Aug 2014
Ash
I watched the leaves fly
With a tinge of grey powder
Ashes blown away.
Sasha Ranganath Jun 2014
An abyss of a thousand miles
A web of a thousand lies,
A crowd of a thousand smiles
A thousand smiles that want to die.

A thousand hearts with no love
A thousand face the push and shove,
A thousand want to stand above
A thousand want to be enough.

A thousand only hear a no
A thousand always down below,
A thousand try to say hello
A thousand always forced to go.

A thousand souls are falling down
A thousand heads have lost their crown,
A thousand eyes always hide their cries
A thousand legs walk a thousand miles.
Sasha Ranganath Aug 2014
Too tired to fall asleep,
I stared at a vivid flickering screen
And forced myself to eat.

1:15 a.m to 4:45 a.m
The hours- I didn't notice them,
But asleep I almost fell.

I dragged myself into slumber
And into a trance I clambered,
The blinding darkness I remember.

I awoke moments later
Under my demons' satire,
Stuck in a crater.

Everything was a blur
Four walls were six saboteurs,
And colours astir.

All attempts to cry for help
And get away from a faint death knell,
Just shoved me deeper into my shell.

Uselessly trying to move around,
My gasps were so profound
And I could hear the deafening sound.

I tasted my own fear
And flung it with tears,
The end must have been near.

The agitation was intense
Sweat ran down by head
And negativity within me spread.

I was trapped inside myself,
To a gust of wind against my chest
I almost succumbed to be at rest.

And then I ran as fast as I could,
Although blind, I said I would
Escape this maddening noose.

Silenced screams were now heard
And out loud I said "cursed"
I was finally free from paralysis unheard.
Sasha Ranganath Sep 2016
he sings about a family photograph
in a language i understand no better
than a mathematical equation
and i grasp the strength and weakness in his voice
and the vibrations they send through my wooden table and all its contents
my eyelids flutter open and shut like a dying moth,
trying to be in sync with the music but unable to
i stretch and fold my legs as i hit the replay button,
crack some knuckles and glance around in double vision
as i'm being slowly oxidized to death
i have pictures of a smiling childhood idol
pasted on the wardrobes,
a  series of little pale yellow lights
taped apologetically to the textured, pastel blue wall.
i have writings on my wall in colours i cant find within myself,
and i suddenly pray this poem won't disappear
with the glitches of technology.
i pray to nobody, no god, no spirit.
being the atheist i am, i feel strange closing my eyes,
“please let it be okay” echoing in my head every time.
but these are not my thoughts.
these are not your thoughts.
they simply are.
he continues belting out notes
and i breathe without rhythm.
my lungs are tone deaf.
i get goosebumps on my hairless limbs for a second.
applause resounds, it's a live recording of the song.
short pause, next.
piano picks up pace
and the mellow voice of a different man
of the same tongue fills the room.
a little more lively.
i realize it's not the words you need
to understand what he means.
Sasha Ranganath Dec 2014
If a fire were to burn the world,
I'd want you to be my flame.
If a tsunami were to drown us all,
I'd want you to be my wave.
Sasha Ranganath Feb 2017
black can be two things:
nothing
or everything.
black can tell you stories
or stare at you in silence.
black can be the depths of hell
or the limitless universe.
you can get lost in its darkness
or be found in its unparalleled dimensions.

black can be cold and idle
or etch an agonizing fire in your heart.
it can invite you for dinner
or devour you whole.
you can hear your blood rushing in its quiet
or be haunted by the resident banshee.

you can fall in love under the swirls of black ink when your tears touch the wet brush strokes
and you can lose yourself in the intricacy of her black pupils at midnight under the moon.
but you can also look death in the eyes and submit yourself to it
you can feel your heart blackening with the poison of heartbreak and grief.
you can feel the raging sun and the crumbling constellations if you close your eyes hard enough.
thunder jolts through your body like lightning on live wire
intensity builds up leaving  you breathless but begging for more.

black can be the moment you took your first breath
and black can be the moment you take your last.
Sasha Ranganath Sep 2015
In the darkness, everything comes alive.
Words begin to take shapely forms, distortion comes into play and our minds are syncopating to every detail.
Stare long enough into the darkness and you'll see unsightly guises prancing around. Take one step closer, if you dare; close your eyes and at once, G  L  A  R  E  .  Jolts of terror scream through your skin making it crawl. Your thoughts run wild as ever, showing you what you truly fear. You're desperate to escape.
You close your eyes and fall asleep. Gradually you drift away and REM kicks in. You're in the state of dreaming. It's all a make-believe land hereafter. The strangest things in reality suddenly make sense in the darkness. It seems like eternity in your head, with flashes and unsynchronised movements.
It's an unending vortex of warped confusion. Deranged thoughts arise, twisting your world into a mangled mess. It's just an abyss of hollowness now.
**In the dark, nothing is at rest.
Sasha Ranganath Oct 2015
your silver hair
touched my gold skin
then you decided
platinum matched you better.
Sasha Ranganath Oct 2015
you caressed my eyes
and brushed through my lashes.
i was so indulged in
your touch- so soft,
i only realize now:
my sight is gone.
Sasha Ranganath Jul 2014
Drive a stake
Through my heart,
Watch me break
You've played your part.

My downfall is
Just another jewel
In your crown
Why are you so cruel?

My mind is broken
My soul is dead,
My heart has been stolen
And is lost forever.

You crushed it
In your hands
I felt a pit
I was going mad.

I just want to see
You feel pain
I want to know
You're stuck in rain.

A hurricane over you
Blowing away all you are,
Not a rainbow in sight
And you're falling apart.


Darkness blankets me
Fighting my demons,
Why can't you see?
It's just evil.

I scream for help
I cry and yell,
You watch as I crawl
And slowly drown.

I thought I jumped,
But I just slipped
When I fell,
I thought you had a grip.

I was wrong
I'm not strong,
I might seem loud
But inside I crouch.

But you bow down
For the amazing show,
I'm losing my crown,
But yours only grows.

Gold and platinum
A touch of ruby,
The colour of my lips
When they pressed yours lightly.


Shining in the dark
Only your cruel self,
Leading me nowhere,
Darkness fighting itself.

Do you hear me when I cry?
Do you see me when I drown?
As hard as I try,
The memory only leaves a frown.

My eyes freeze,
With only drops of water
Trickling down.
For you it's a breeze,
As you didn't falter
But I fell down.

*I hide the pain,
Walk through the rain,
Is this what you're made of?
Is this what I have to face?
Not one genuine laugh,
Only false grace.
Sasha Ranganath Sep 2015
Everything is quiet
Except a faint whisper.
The subtlety violent
Naivety starts to wither.

Everything is calm
Except a growing laughter.
They mean trip and fall
But say, "Live long and prosper."

Hypocrisy stinging every corner
My voice is aching to scream.
I think, "Don't bother"
But I'm already far too deep.
Sasha Ranganath Nov 2014
I'll step across that blinding light.
I'll build upon the life that's mine.
I'll yell my dreams aloud at night.
I won't let the colours go out of sight.
I'll try my best to get shut eye.
I'll try to stand up for my rights.
I won't give up the fight so kind.
But forgive me if I falter along the line;
Maybe get drunk or a little high.
Maybe fall in love and cover my cries.
Maybe I'll even laugh some lies.
I'll put on a well-masked smile.
I'll pretend that I'm completely fine.
I'll show the world my pearly whites.
But promise me you'll be by my side
When I finally lose my mind.
Sasha Ranganath Oct 2014
In the distance
I see a silhouette.
I know that it's you
'Cause you were my cigarette.

I breathed you in
And blew you out.
Again and again
A permanent pout.

I knew you were destructive
Yet I chose to stay.
I knew I would be broken
Yet I didn't go away.

With damaged lungs you left me
And watched me fight for breath.
Once I regained consciousness,
I could walk, but still a little dead.

I healed the burns
And stitched the wounds.
But they tear from time to time
Because you want them to.
(Or I think you do)

I know every feature
Of the darkness that is you.
Because my love was innocent,
And you showed me your truth.
Sasha Ranganath Jan 2015
"Just pull the trigger!" I screamed,
For he means to me more than it seems.
Sasha Ranganath Aug 2014
When I fade with wind
And go to heaven or hell
I want to take you.

If I go to hell
You are destined to heaven
To live with the Gods.

I want you with me
Even if heaven summons,
For, I curse you not.
Sasha Ranganath Jul 2014
She’s touched
By the burning fingers
Of a man
She doesn’t know.

Her hopes crushed
By the feeling that lingers
Of a night
She will always know.

Her clothes ripped
Her unheard cries,
Her body stripped
To fight she tries.

Her face is kissed
By a stranger
The man, he hissed
She’s in danger.

She is left rotten
As he walks past
Disappearing into the night
Time drags.

She thought she’d die
She believed she would
No one to hear her cry
No one understood.

With shaky fingers
And sweating chest
She wraps her skin
In clothes of strength.

She stumbled across
On to the street
She’s suffered a loss
A tragedy.

She thought she’d die
But now she wouldn’t
She didn’t cry
She knew she shouldn’t.

A girl is strong
A girl can fight
Right or wrong
A bird’s flight.

She walked home
In clothes of pride
Although scars showed
She didn’t hide.

Justice to her
Must be given
A promise to her
Must be written.

A girl is not
A piece of meat
A girl is worth
More than this feat.

A kiss from a stranger
A touch from a finger
A scream that’ll linger
For years to remember.

A girl is much more
She isn’t to blame,
Fire at the core
A burning flame.

All it takes
Is a scarring explosion
From girls sick
Of ruthless exploitation.

**She fights like a girl
She runs like a girl
She hits like a girl
She is a girl.

She's got the strength
And the power
To rule the world
And to conquer.
~A poem honouring all the girls and women who were victims of harassment and ****** abuse, but stood up and fought for their rights and value.
Also in memory of those who did not make it through the battle, but they have won the war by not backing down, but by being determined to fight for life and rights. <3
Sasha Ranganath Oct 2015
the spawn
of a saint
is often
a sinner.
Sasha Ranganath Aug 2014
Broken hearts, torn souls,
Ripped out and left to bleed dead,
Grey clouds overhead.
Sasha Ranganath Jun 2014
A different dimension
A strengthening awake.
He realized
His life isn't at stake.
The betrayals are gone.
Someone to depend on.
Opening his eyes
Is no longer a pain,
No more lies
To darken the stain.
He found meaning in trust
Love has value
Not just lust.
His heart has healed
Lips not sealed,
Freedom of thought
No longer caught.
No more traps
No more falls
No more mishaps
No more walls.
Amidst the apparent paradise,
He feels a sting
Upon his hand.
The light diminishes
Everything's going bad.
Agony shooting through
As he looks down at the pool
Of blackish red, feeling blue.
Returning to the darkness
No more happiness.
Sasha Ranganath Nov 2014
Your every word,
Every comma,
Every full stop,
Every quotation,
And every other punctuation-
They destroy my demons.

"There was never silence. Always was an endless buzzing of nonsense in my ear.

But you, as I realize now, were not talking about the absence of sound.

You were talking about the soul.
The silence of the soul.
The absence of peace.

Pain.

I've come to think that humans, as a race, cannot write about the subjects that bring them joy."

- Alyssa Rose©

Just a little excerpt
From a little collection of sentences,
Yet the impact knows no bounds.

Every poem that you write (at least the ones I've read),
They hold so much truth.
As dainty as your name,
Yet so much power they brew.

"People we will never meet,
Faces we will never see.
Unbeknownst to us,
Wandering aimlessly."


-Alyssa Rose©

The -words- above
And the l e t t e r s-
My exact thoughts last night,
8 days to December.

Once I get a hold of what you convey,
I find myself unable to let go;
Because the meaning that I discover,
Is not just what I portray.

When I read your work,
I feel at peace;
Like all the chaos within me
Has finally been eased,
Because you, Alyssa-
Are one of my only escapes.

And as I write this piece,
You don't even know
That someone like ME-
An average teenage girl,
Takes so much inspiration
From YOU❤️
Give Alyssa's work a read here: http://hellopoetry.com/alyssa-rose/
#DearBlankChallenge
Sasha Ranganath Jul 2014
Dear God,
If you exist,
Show me light.
If you exist,
Tell me what's right.
If you're real,
Guide me out
Of this vortex
Of false dreams and hopes.

Dear God,
If you are in me,
Cleanse my demons.
If you live within,
Eradicate the monsters.
If you dwell inside,
Overwhelm me with happiness.

Dear God,
If you are substantial,
Help me reach the stars.
If you are existential,
Let me break out
Of my sealed shell.

Dear God,
If you are worth believing in,
Show me why.
If I must be loyal,
Tell me why.
If I must pray to you,
Give me reason.

But, dear God,
If you cease to exist,
And fail to show me
The mysteries
And wonders
Of the world beyond
My fears and obstacles,
I will not
And cannot
Believe in anything more
Than the demons
Inside me,
The monsters
Eating me.
I will be left
With no option,
But to be faithful
To the devils
And cry my troubles
On to their deaf ears,
Only to see
That my worries-
They just double.

Dear God,
I want to believe
That you exist.
I want to be able
To see the truth.
I want to believe
That you are the truth.
I want to be able
To notice your deeds
And be a loyal being
To your blessing.

But, dear God,
I just need you
To show me you are here
And to guide me
Away from my fears.

I know not
Why I'm choked back
By tears in my throat
And my eyes
Travelling into a haze.

But God,
If you hear me,
Tell me what
I want to hear.
Tell me you're there
Tell me you love me
Tell me you'll bless me
Tell me you care.

Please,
Dear God,
Don't let me
Slip into the demon's lair.
Sasha Ranganath Oct 2015
the ocean looks so thick
in HDR
but it's deep all the same
once you're in too far.
Sasha Ranganath Feb 2017
drifting in and out of wakefulness
feeling everything and nothing all at once
that lump in my throat
but i can’t cry

i shut my eyes and press against them my palms.
i see swivels and vanishing spirals,
i see everything and nothing all at once
and i’m begging for it not to stop.

i scream into a pillow leaving traces of saliva
i still can’t cry, i still just can’t cry.

my head hurts like a hundred fingers flicking at it
it tingles like ants crawling underneath.
it feels sunken like the titanic with all its people
and i’m jack in the freezing water.

my eyes heave and try fluttering shut
i say no, not now.

it’s strange how my brain is a different entity,
almost like a guest that is always “going to leave”
but ends up staying the whole time.

maybe if i slit my forehead open
the ants under my skin will stop
maybe my head will finally feel light
even though my hair has been gone for days.

dear disheveled mind,
*******.
Sasha Ranganath Apr 2020
i don't remember the name of your city anymore.
just that it's 4,483 miles away and i sent you my
sweater in the post four... five years ago.

for seven months we were each others' shoulder to lean on, had each others' arms to fall into,
eyes to get lost inside.

i still remember the way you'd hide your face in your hands every time i looked at you for a second too long
through the blurry webcam.

i still hear your giggle and the way you'd ask why i look at you like that, and the way i'd say it's because
i was in love with you.

the way you'd say 'i love you' and i'd say it back.

it's been years since i wrote about you.
the last time i did, i wondered if either of us fell off
the face of the earth, would we ever know?

and tonight, i write this with a smile,
a little bit of pain and regret,
and my mind going what if, what if, what if.

you showed me what love means even across continents,
even though we knew we'd never really
be able to hold each other,
even though we knew it would end.

distance.
it's what brought us together,
what set us apart,
and what finally broke our hearts.
national poetry writing month day 3: distance
Sasha Ranganath Jun 2014
Don't tell me when
Your soul haunts you,
Don't tell me when
Your darkest desire comes true.

Don't tell me if
You have nightmares
Don't tell me if
Nobody cares.

Don't tell me about
The flickering lights,
Don't tell me about
Your inner fights.

Don't tell me that
You're going crazy,
Don't tell me that
Your vision is hazy.

Don't tell me to
Bring you to life,
Don't tell me to
Watch you cry.

Don't tell me
Anything,
Because I know
Everything.
Sasha Ranganath Jun 2014
At the stroke of the midnight hour,
When everything is still and silent
Except the eerie whisper of the wind, oh!
Almost like it's trying to tell you Don't go
Sitting in the darkness
With a constant sharp sting on your fingers,
The red juice spilling out drop by drop,
The pain within increasing rapidly
Those memories, they linger
Haunting you every second.
That moment when you saw
Everything crash and burn
Right before your very eyes,
Resembling a time freeze
Feeling numb, despite the icy breeze
That make the leaves rustle and hiss.
That merciless demon
Devouring your happiness.
That soul wrenching grip you felt
When after all the years of blood and sweat
Came to an end and left you with nothing,
But a sorrowful mess.
Glancing down on your stained floor,
Trying to ignore the whispers of the wind,
You hold the metal to your wrist,
Just about to leave,
Emotions suddenly upon you they creep
Your heart feels heavy,
Your stomach growls,
Your thoughts go hazy,
And you let out a violent, but sad scream,
Watching your life flash before you,
You put your killer down,
Close your eyes, and dream.
Sasha Ranganath Nov 2014
It was a sea of red, orange, blue, purple and black. Each inch deeper she dived made her hurt worse. Yet she kept swimming because she was oblivious to the approaching tsunami, or at least she tried to swim.

To drown or to live is the question of her current universe.

He was once all of her galaxies and dark spaces. He filled every gap in her mind, and maybe even her heart. Every string that had come undone was stitched back by his warmth. She felt like she could conquer three universes if they existed, when he was by her side. She felt armed. She felt strong. But piece by piece, he was skinning her alive. She had no way of knowing because she was entirely consumed by the feeling he gave her- empowerment. She felt so secure in his grip that she couldn't feel her bones crushing under the pressure. When he held her in embrace, all she felt was his heartbeat and warm arms. Little did she know, he was freezing her senses in disguise of a friendly fire. When she heard a love song on the radio, his shining eyes, tingling fingertips and every little foregone flaw appeared in the realm of her mind. But her mind was only beginning to unravel the underlying misery. With all these rushes of excitement and adventure, she forgot that the world existed. He was the world for her. She forgot that her strings could break. She forgot that her eyes could cry. She forgot that her body could feel numb. She forgot that his shadow could **** her.

Months later, she found herself halfway out of her shell. She found herself known to the world. And that world was not him. That world was the world that she had forgotten. The world in which hearts broke and memories demolished. She was in a state of numbness. The fame got her no where. The fame that hit her like a hurricane didn't move a hair on her head. Nothing moved for a second. And in that one second she suddenly wondered that if his shadow could **** her, what could the intertwining shadow of his future love by his side do?
Sasha Ranganath Jul 2014
The dark sets in
Her mind is calm,
She sheds the skin
Of social harm.

Her heart beats slow
Then picks up the pace,
No longer below,
Peculiar grace.

A falling crown
But safer now,
A crippled heart,
But not to drown.

No more cries
No tears of pain,
Only joy
And wild rain.

She shuts her eyes
And breaks away
From all the lies,
A diamond ray.


No more burning
In her soul,
No more hurting,
Lips unsewn.

A beautiful aura
Of dark and light,
The night will fade
Into the bright.

Her heart lights up
With ecstasy,
Happy, although
A tragic story.

The true meaning
Of being sad,
Lips grinning,
But not glad.

A peek of sun rays
Through the curtain,
A blinding haze,
A painful burden.

She doesn't want
The happy to end,
But in the daylight
She has to bend.

Monstrous faces
Without a smile,
Hunger that chases
Till the last dime.

The day drags on,
A hurting stab,
Her life is a storm
Without a God.

No rainbow or sunshine
In the light,
But colours so vivid
Through the night.
Sasha Ranganath May 2016
i need my inspiration again
where is my salvation
i can't find the chaos
i can't stand the silence
is this hide and seek
or am i blind
is this a child's play
or am i too kind
savage thoughts
with no actions
disoriented mind
or minds
maybe i have 3
or none at all
is conscience real
or is it a delusion for which
we all fall
are memories real
what i wrote yesterday
does it mean the same now?
what i do today
will i remember tomorrow?
it's chaos
chaos alright
but not the chaos i once knew
no this is not it
im going insane in quest
ugly old ensemble
throw at me yourself
blanket me
consume me
this clarity is clouding up
and you're the only way out.
Sasha Ranganath Aug 2014
Just like an angel
She breathes with infinite grace
But in fallen flames.
Sasha Ranganath Oct 2014
When you're falling down,
Call an angel to the ground;
Help each other out.
Sasha Ranganath Sep 2014
Still as untouched water,
Yet waiting to be rippled;
Hoping not to falter
But is mildly crippled.

As she watches the waves
Rushing to shore,
The background greys
And forgotten lands swim ashore.

A shimmer of stardust
With a ray of golden sun,
A mixture stirred
And made to stun.

A burst of clouds
Brings glittering rain,
"Forever," it vowed
"Throw away your care."

Just as echoing words
Were spoken in red,
With a hazy swirl
She's out of her head.
Sasha Ranganath Jan 2015
Won't care if I'm shot for being your shield,
Because you're the one I really need.

Won't cry if I'm stabbed for holding your hand,
Because you're the one who helped me stand.

Won't be afraid if I'm lashed for being there for you,
Because you showed me how love felt-* *true.
Sasha Ranganath Oct 2015
and i'll wait for you
I'll wait
till my teeth fall out
and skin rots.
it's no trouble, dear rose
for my heart
is eternally comatose.
Sasha Ranganath Feb 2017
screaming at the top of my lungs won’t help anymore
because i’m always going to return to a home
which waits for me in a spectrum of disappointments and crises.

what good is a blade to the arm going to do
when blood won’t erase the permanent scars that already exist
and my ears ring with screams of my abandoned past.

i believed i could indulge in trustfall
but that only made my trust fall
even further down the vortex
of mistake after mistake after mistake
am i incorrigible.

am i incorrigible i ask my reflection in the mirror
and the mirror breaks.
it crumbles, shatters and breaks
and tells me to go away.

another year of existence goes by
my existence that’s caught in a cobweb of broken promises
and hands that were let go of.
“happy birthday”
congratulations, you’ve lived to see another day.

you’ve lived to see another day but in what way
in what way will you move
in what way will you rescue yourself
from love across continents,
four thousand four hundred and eighty three miles away
how will you save yourself from drowning
in the width between your stretching fingers and the blade
how will you stop hurting yourself
by assuming responsibility and clinging on to false longevity.
you cross your own limits too ******* often
too ******* often to even notice that the line exists.

take a ******* break
you don’t need to keep polishing
your heart of gold
you don’t need to keep ripping
your sanity apart for a couple of approving nods
you don’t need to say yes to everything
you see because you need to be free,
you are not in a pod
and you are not a pea.

you’re hearing voices, noises
uncontrollable, you’re not okay
and that’s okay.
but how do i survive
when the one i love
can’t even look me in the eyes
and say it’ll be fine
how can i live in peace
when time moves so ******* slowly
and the me that loved the sunlight
is craving for long nights
that dim light in the corner
is the closest i'll ever get
to loving the sunrise.
Sasha Ranganath Apr 2020
to heal is to rage
to heal is to be confused
to heal is to feel the wrath of sorrow and how it can turn a smile sour for seemingly ever.
it will be ages before you go gently into that good night
spending dusk to dawn wondering
wondering why and wondering how
how you let something so precious break between your fingers that were holding it so soft, so dear
a broken videotape in your mind replaying replaying replaying every time you could have done something, said something different but didn't.

healing is cruel, tearing every fibre out with no mercy - you are unlearning
unlearning and relearning over and over again
and surely enough, you're back on your feet, feeling ready to take the world on one more time.

but somewhere you start to stack bricks around your heart hoping it will hurt less the next time around (secretly hoping there won't be a next time around)
and maybe it'll work, maybe it won't
but every time something slips through your hands, the panic while it hits the ground and breaks into a thousand pieces remains,
no matter how gentle you are or how much you care.
national poetry writing month day 1: gentle
Sasha Ranganath May 2015
She sits on concrete
Turning her head
Facing the setting star
The sky is turning red.

A silent expression
No cringe no smile
Just peace
No sunken lie.

Glory glory
Her skin radiates
The girl by the sunset
With waves in her hair.
Sasha Ranganath Nov 2014
It hurts knowing
I can't hug you once more.

It hurts knowing
We won't be painfully close.

It hurts knowing
I can't ignore your face.

It hurts knowing
I won't be a mess again.

It hurts knowing
You won't hear if I call your name.

It hurts knowing
I can't let you go.

It hurts knowing
That you still have to go.

It hurts knowing
I won't hurt anymore.
Sasha Ranganath Mar 2019
you're gone and the wreckage ensues
you're gone and the heartache continues
you're gone and you're never coming back
i miss you.

because when you're dying,
your body is tired of fighting for
you,
fighting with
you.

the internal monologue is coming
to an end now
it's getting dark now
eyes closing now
mind quiet now.

still
life
no
life

broken whispers,
shivers

i have to go now

i have to go now

i have to go now
Sasha Ranganath Jun 2014
Pushing away the clouding negativity
Because they belong to
The "minority".
He loves his partner
And he loves him back
Family and friends taken aback.
Suddenly being in love is a crime
Heart's content is criticised.
They're against them holding hands
Branding them names
And a disgusted glance.
Emotions they are unable to curb,
Contemplating if they should leave
And bring everyone peace.
By and by the days drag on,
Hiding inside, left alone
Alone but one
One love
One heart,
Beating together
Creating art.
They show the world
They need not provide
An apology for loving.
Amidst cruelty and hate
They shan't give up.
Take pride in loving each other
*Heart's content is all that matters.
I support gay/lesbian rights. #LGB equality.
Sasha Ranganath Jun 2014
Mother nature,
Creator of beauty.
Destructive mortals
Beasts of the city.
An equal share
Of good and bad,
Only a past
That used to be.
A present dilemma
A crux for all,
Piling the burden
On sinless souls.
Creatures of the wild
Never the harmful brute,
Unlike the beastly mortals
Who aim aimlessly
And shoot.
Daunting innocent fauna
Depriving them of flora.
That's not all
Us barbarians do,
Pulling apart kin
And slaying them too,
For the avarice
Of paper and its power.
Embracing beauty
Is what we miss,
Falling into a dark abyss.
Why can't we see?
The future will hold
None of this.
None of this to give us power,
Carcasses over which we'll hover.
Nothing left to destroy,
No more dark joy.
Vandals like us
We want to live,
Living in peace
Is what we desire.
Little do we notice
The world is our empire,
And us its unjust rulers.
Amongst ourselves
We spark two fights,
One for humanity
And one for pride.
Of bloodshed and peace
A puzzling paradox,
Never seeming to cease.
Tranquility
Or no harmony?
This is not equality.
I foresee a future dry,
As we utter
Lie after lie,
Making the world
Increasingly bitter.
Since truth alone triumphs
In the end we all succumb,
To pain and desperate cries.
The darkness within the mortals
Reflecting in her eyes.
Sasha Ranganath Jun 2014
Walking through a busy street
The sound of hurried feet
Nearly drowned out
By fast cars and their rush.
Walking for a while,
The zipping slows down
Hurried footsteps calm.
Reaching a dark alley
With piles of rubble high
Leftovers of the incomplete
And youngsters so angry.
A place that reeks of hunger,
The hunger of freedom
The hunger of love.
Lungs exhausted
Of the blackness
That dwells within.
Eyes red from the false ecstasy
That lurks inside the unhappy.
They play with lightning
Giving no care
As they risk their lives.
Only light can destroy darkness,
They have a soul
But hiding in their shells
Illumination is captured within.
Consumed by demons
They don't fight back
Surrendering themselves
Trapped in the devil's lair.
Content with faux joy,
Or at least they exhibit
All they need
Is to believe in
Lost trust and lost love.
Their lungs may be black
Eyes red,
But their soul is always pure
Ready for a new life
Accepting of cure.
Momentary pleasure
Is the head's high, but
"Love and freedom" says the heart
"is mine."
Sasha Ranganath May 2015
Crazy in this city I tell ya
Wild girls and hungry fellas
Insanity in the non binary.

From sunrise to sunrise
Living half truths and full lies
Breaking through the mahogany.

Laughter and rants
Dresses and pants
No one makes a fuss.

Born and raised in the urban
Soaking now in bourbon
Love is blind.

No labels
Except on bottles
Driving through the dark.

The rebels are glitter
We don't contest to be prettier
The world is not black and white.

Escaping into hills and highways
We've got days
Life is brilliant.
Sasha Ranganath Jan 2015
no god to save us,
no angel to descend from above.
no hymn or prayer,
no superior to call Greater.
humanity is the only faith I believe in,
no heaven or hell to decide sin.
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