Tag Archives: New Life

The Last Post

I started this blog an year ago, after I had closed down the one on Blogspot (Que Sera Sera: Life of a Desi Burger). A lot has changed since then, I have a whole lot of new friends in college, I am now engaged, I have two jobs and am a lot more richer than I was before now.
This place became a hide-out for me. I enjoy writing, hell, I want to make a career out of it. And then there was the added plus of dropping all my thoughts on someone who is there whenever I need to vent. But I now have my mom for that, we’re closer than ever. I have finally found that I can talk to her about anything and everything.

My writing these days has become intensely personal, not fit to put up where everyone can read it. So I have decided to close this blog down. My poetry will remain in my diary from now on, I don’t think anyone would mind though.

I’m sorry if I seem to be incoherent. I’m just scared of what life has in store for me and I don’t know how I’ll do as time goes on.

So I leave you all with a heavy heart, here’s the last poem that I wrote (a day before Eid, for some reason I haven’t been able to write after then.)

The dead girl stood smiling

She didn’t hear me call

so I went to see what she

 

held in her hand.

She was smoke,

mixing with the wisps

from the candle between us.

 

She was dead,

a dream, my silent

dream.

 

Yet the note she left me

was all too real.

 

It said, “You

are dead, no you

aren’t alive.

You are smoke

 

caught in an undying storm.

You, my dead girl,

will you stay with me

till I am dead too?”

 

I looked at the dead girl,

at the frozen smile,

then looked at my hand.

 

Smoke, smoke

The flame from the candle

burned right through.

 

The wispy smoke

mixed with me.

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Hear Ye, Hear Ye.

This is a public declaration of my insanity.

I slit my vein to see my blood

was it white like he claimed it was?

He lied. It was crimson

copper and cold

Red metal that dripped on the sidewalk.

 

I stood on a banister

swaying with the wind

then walked on my tippy toes.

I could balance,

the one thing he said was missing in my life.

I didn’t fall on my face

like he said I would.

 

I crushed my fingers

by swinging a hammer,

he had said I didn’t have the strength to do it.

I did it and then proceeded

to my toes

My bones were weak, I was not.

 

The wind bit me, burnt me,

red, black and blue

purple around the edges.

He had said I was dead,

couldn’t feel anything,

I proved him right

by killing myself.

 

Now that I’m dead,

in a garbage heap

around the corner of the new movie theatre,

there’s a note in a box

right under my bed.

Read it, then call me crazy

call me insane.

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Globe Trotter

She painted maps on her arms,

Latitudes, longitudes, legends and symbols

Her eyes did all the traveling

Places she dreams of treading in ballet slippers

And yellow gum boots

She, her eyes, they swam

In the ocean, in tears, in a combination of guilt, regret, spilled blood.

The rivers are red, the cities dark

And borders, invisible, countries merging.

Her fingers tire, walking all day

Sao Paulo, Bombay, Normandy

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The Door

I’ll cover my door with poetry

Don’t enter if you don’t understand.

Don’t string up lines that don’t connect,

Don’t pretend to know me or my life.

The verses might not make sense

But there’s a reason why they are there

They have meaning to me, should have some for you

if you mean to enter my lair.

They’ll be simple

and there’s no rush, so please

be patient, be kind, be calm,

for in those verses lies my life

and all of what I am.

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There Is Life Ahead

The water flows

You can’t contain it

It spills into crevices you dare not peep in

It fills in spaces you thought you’d never touch.

But you did.

 

The world was fast

You ran to keep up

It spun from right under your feet

It took you somewhere you had never been.

 

Now you’re trapped

The walls are high

Your conscience, the lone sentinel.

It can free you, if you choose to be free.

 

Choose to be free,

There’s more to come.

Forget the place you try to run from.

There’s life ahead

And love.

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Break, Crush, Blow.

by Soyismyhomeboy @ Deviant Art

I want to break hearts

crush them with the pointed heels of my red-like-sin shoes.

A million into a million pieces, I’ll break,

keep them in a bag,

the finest leather with a skull-head clasp.

And everyday I’ll take one shard,

turn it to powder, clenched in my fist.

I’ll blow the dust over the wailing ocean,

hoping a little love would calm it.

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Things To Do Before You Die…

Dot the night sky with fiery lanterns

Let red rule the expanse for a little while.

Sit, with feet dangling in the quick sand pit.

Let your toes be sucked in –

rip them out.

Live a second life,

hold your first for ransom –

take what you want, then kill it.

Bring a suitcase, fill it with rocks –

lug it around, leave it in a motel room,

the cheap kind –

cigarette burned carpets.

Light the world on fire,

get jailed for arson, burn down a falling building.

Think bigger, sin bigger.

I’ll do that too.

We’ll bring out the worst in us.

We’ll live.

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