Radhika Krishna

Radhika Krishna Apr 2020

Under, under, under the sea
Under the sea
Oops, I meant under the sky
But it's all the same
I'm happy and free
The sky will melt into the sea if it must
I'm under the sea, under the sea
Because when the rain falls down
My hair will be matted and wet
Water will cover the ground it met
Just like under the sea, under the sea
And when a warm current flows on my face
I'll feel the heat
Like the sun I'm beneath
The fish with their open mouths
They'll remind me of the people I see
Walking among the trees
Then throughout the day,
I'll close my eyes and forget to breathe
Like I'm under the sea, under the sea
And long after when time runs by me
When I haven't felt a single breeze
I'll wonder if I'm really under the sky
But for now since I'm filled with glee
I'll just pretend that I'm under the sea, under the sea

#groggy #smiling #under #the #sea

Radhika Krishna Apr 2020

Little Jessie

Little Jessie painted a picture on the basement wall
While her world was at war
When she looked down, her hands seemed so small
So did the world
When she looked through the window from afar
Little Jessie smeared the paint with her bare hands
While the people went out to earn their calluses and scars
The colours dipped and dripped and whipped-
Up what plagued her mind through day and night
The floor was cold and the air was still
And little Jessie had plenty of her heart to spill
When she moved to shake away the lead
The bombs dropped up over their heads
The city became quiet and empty
She would sit still and count to twenty
Then her little fingers would be stained red again
There were pictures to be splashed on walls
There were fears to be forgotten
Little jessie painted until she saw night fall

#war #solitude #painting

Radhika Krishna Mar 2020

In The Backyard

There's a girl in my backyard
With gold in her heart
She says the funniest of things
Sitting on a swing
She draws stuff in the dirt
And she calls it her art
She flies in, in the morning
With the birdsong
And she goes '****' in the moonlight
With a "So long,"

Radhika Krishna Feb 2020

Porcelain Skin

In one forsaken patch of a dying town
Dwells a queer old thing with skeletal feet
This ancient place has blackened walls
and blackened floors
And crumbling wooden doors
The china dolls on the walls are deathly still
the silent room is laced will a sinister chill
demented smile, a head full of lies
and jars full of dead eyes
porcelain skin, porcelain mind
her sanity, our miss will never find
her array of knives, her prized possessions
are all fair and fine
and if her mirror listened, she'd tell it proudly,
" The blood on my hands is never mine."
Forgotten ghosts roam for miles around
Whispering their plight in plain sight
When this phantom town runs out of folk to mar
One wonders if our miss will eat her own heart out

violent cannibal gruesome

Radhika Krishna Feb 2020

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it's quiet
the fridge is humming
the tap is dripping
the clock is ticking
my heart is beating
all this noise and yet it's quiet

#random #sounds

Radhika Krishna Feb 2020

Put It On Paper

When you feel bluesy and wistful
Put on your favourite old shirt
And sit on your bed, close your eyes
And travel years back
Watch the moment when you
Were sitting with your best friend
Listening to their favourite song
You hated it then
But now you can't hear it
Without thinking of them
Smile at that time
You finally learned to ride a bicycle
The feel of the wind in your face
And the sound of your friend laughing away with you
As you rode on and on
The cool, dark night
When you sat at the steps
And just looked at the moon
Arguing about its shape
Snippets of your memory: they flood your mind now
Like dark chocolate when you put it on your tongue
When you come back to the here and now
You realise that
All you do is write about them
Sitting in the still corner of your room
You don't know what the world looks like
All you can do is think
And put it all on paper
For the world to see
But before it does
You hide it under your shirt
And you smile and cry at the same time

#nostalgia #real #memory

Radhika Krishna Feb 2020

Sometimes you are-

Sometimes you are quiet
But behind your mouth, your mind is screaming violently
Your thoughts are tearing each other apart
It's a war, one with no survivors in it

Sometimes you are quiet
Because you don't know what it is you're doing
You've got a hard shell but it's filled with air-
And a thousand cracks, one for everything you say

Sometimes you are quiet
For you are just so weary and tired
You're deaf to everything that's around you
Because you can't hear over your mind's uproar

Sometimes you are silent
But silence does not give you peace
You're only silent because you're trying
To drown out everything you've ever felt

Sometimes you are quiet
You are so quiet you fade into the shadows
You are a sliver of silver, a star, out of reach of humanity
You're a blip in time, waiting to be forgotten

Sometimes, you and I, we are the same
We had a voice, now it's lost at sea
We're phantom ghosts with pumping hearts
You and I, we just need a chance, a chance to be alive

#can #you #hear #me