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Anshula Nema Jan 2017
Remember? Do you?
The verses of the Mahabharata,
Where Draupati begged to let her go,
Where being a wife of the Pandavas made her no different from the unmarried women.

Remember? Do you?
When inside 1 in 10 houses,
A little girl complains to her mum,  
It hurts me in there Maa.

Remember? Do you?
The night,
When a girl lay all naked and battered on the road,
When a friend of her's was as helpless as the lost kid at the course.

Remember? do you?
The nights when people marched with candles in their hands,
The days when we witnessed protests.
Days after days,
Months after months,
Years after years,
Didn't you,
All of you, tried to build us?

The ones who were too small to understand,
The ones who were capable enough to understand,
And the ones who understood what all this actually meant.
From the cheap comments passed
To the guidelines to dress-up,

You filled our heads,
With the thoughts which were never meant to be there.
From all those sad old lines to the new generation trends,
You made us cautious yet scared.
While there were dreams to be accomplished,
And words that were unsaid,
Your efforts to build us,
Made us question our own existence.

With every tantrum and argument we throw,
We have something for you to know, you know,

Caging us won't do us any good,
While letting us live without the not so needed guidelines will do.
Set us free and cage the ones who needs so,
For the day you would realise,
Is merely a *hypothetical concept
you would know.
somberbitch Jan 2017
The concept of you scares me.
The thought of you picking at the thing I spent years constructing.
Piece by piece you get closer,
to me,
to what I try so hard to destroy.
Not understanding why I'm so reluctant,
why I, after so long, cannot do it again.

For I do not believe feelings can be mutual
I do not believe one can look at me and feel the way i do,
I do not believe, in certain light
that this concept of love exists.

I believe in wholehearted conversations,
and laughs underneath the gleaming moon.
I believe in strong friendships.
But for this to be everlasting,
for one to crave me as much as I crave them,
that is fictitious.
Concept: I am swimming through starlight on the back of a great, green turtle. She is benevolent and languid. Her voice sounds like my mother's.
Concept: From a tiny pinprick on my finger blossoms a rich, red rose. She grows beautiful and when her petals fall, I marvel at her short, bright life. She knew nothing but love.
Dirt Witch Sep 2016
Smoke on the windowsill
Dust and ash clinging to bare feet
Cigarettes numb the air
Sighing each other to sleep in synchronization
Breathe slow

Half-sipped cups and sticky residue
Strewn playing cards collapsed on the carpet
Crumbs and remnants of socialization
Empty chairs
Silent atmosphere

Eyes open in a sleeping room
Anxiety pooling in jittery feet
Twice heavy breathing in tandem
Syncopated with a third dissonant exhalation
Closed blinds
Concept: 32º heat with friends in the green grass. I am looking at you and you at me, i don't know where we stand anymore. You move from your 10 foot distance to kiss my head and rest yours in my lap. The turbulent sea inside me calms with relief.
Concept: my body is made of gasoline. You're my spark my spark my spark. I am aflame and it feels so good to burn.
Concept: inside my ribcage there is a tree growing. I am blossoming and every drop of blood is nourishment to my inner oak. She keeps me steady and she doesn't bloom all year round but when she does, its beautiful. Im healing, I'm healing.
Roses in the bone
Arms of magma
Grabbing hold of my ice
So I'm no longer cold
I'm getting warm almost instantly
From all the pressure I have
I'm so used to this that I think I can handle anything now
The lone wolf has been saved
My name will he engraved
Into the fear of man and it's foes
I will not easily portray my woes
I stand tall with just my toes
I don't need a stool
Don't take me as a fool
I learn rather quickly
Just like my draw
Concept: the scars on my legs are fading. The past is behind me and I can finally breathe.
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