Pour Your Heart Out


In the world which continually judges you, Gazes to invent and appreciate your negatives, looks beyond all your works to find your weaker points, to the foe acting friend, pour your heart out.

In the world that judges you by your appearances, rips you apart from your color and way you breathe, from the way you talk and behave, from the way you dress and present, in the world that wants to find and celebrate your flaws, pour your heart out.

While the world has its expertise, in the world which evaluates you by the world’s expertise and not by yours, the world which tells you what is correct when it thyself does not know what is, the world, decently corrupt and faithfully immoral, pour your heart out.

In the world which wants you to fall, fall because you will cry, because when you cry the world feels good, because when you cry you feel low and that is precisely why the world feels good, pour your heart out.

In the world where one person in the chain spoils the entire, lets down clan as the whole, shows up as a leader, a bad one, messes up with the whole process, destroys the culture,  questions your unprejudiced actions, pour your heart out.  

In the world where ego thinks while what others have is ego, gives advice because just like that, always stays one-sided, never sees the bigger picture, judges and judges and cries, and shouts, supports weird things, acts random and biased,  pour your heart out.

In the world which does not allow you to celebrate the little things of joy, tells you its cliché, while they can, but you can’t, while whatever you do always has a pinpoint, pour your heart out.  

In the world where you are broken into pieces, all messed up, have no direction, the ugly pieces as the world calls it, the nasty parts as the world sees it, pour your heart out.

In the world which is made up of weird rules and protocols, makes you make mistakes, tells you to be unique and tells you not be when you really do, the world which then asks you to follow the masses like another ass, pour your heart out.

Pour your heart out, because that makes you happy and no one can take that happiness away from you.  Pour your heart out because that is the way to satisfaction. Pour your heart out because that is love. Pour your heart because you are you, and you are away from judge-mentals. Pour your heart out to stay away from the lows.

Pour your heart out!   

Deeper than ‘Deep Down’



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‘I’ here is not ‘I’ like it actually means. It’s more of every kind of ‘I’, if you know what I mean. A very abstract metaphor. It could be a person, bird, bag, rain etc. Anything. Just anything. I am not talking of anything here that is way direct and easily understandable. I prefer to say that it is generalization of several contexts.

I see things that actually I don’t intend to. So does the words. I am not aware of the context so I decide not to come up with any conclusions. I am still happy. Because hey, there are always reasons to celebrate. You restore that in me.

I sleep at times with leaking thoughts (okay, I am full). I need arms that wrap me around to comfort. Those arms that would mean more than anything else in the world and beyond every material comforts. A hug that would be as soothing as a heart connecting lyrics. But it’s imaginary because currently you are beyond physical reach. You are not very far. But far enough from the expectations.

I have desires. They are not infinite or beyond. They are small and reachable. Yet they seem to move far. I want to blame you. I almost want to. I don’t know what stops me. I stop. I know it’s not evil to have small desires.

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Sometimes I take bath singing fun songs. That I do because at times bath goes too much of sob and cry. The running tap water saves me from a bunch of things.  Bath is also sometimes a quick negligible routine. You don’t have any role here. I still bring you up and complain/compliment.

I have worries and I have been workaholic. I feel work eats up my worry. It does not happen so. Rather it makes work tedious and worry-some.  I think of you and pretend to assure myself everything is alright.

There is this crowd and the crowd is so complex that it has no representation. But that crowd does not make any sense to me. There is this one tiny thing in that complex and that is all matters. For no reason, in that tiny thing, you are there.

No one heard me cry. No one would understand what I am going through. And it is very basic that no one needs to understand that. It’s not necessary. It’s integral part of me and I decide the flow. I put pretty faces and pace and what not. I tell you everything is beautiful. You smile and say things are beautiful because of you. I don’t want to but I accept. As a matter of fact, I don’t have any argument or proof to come to any conclusion. I decide to agree on certain things with no basis.

I want to be in a zone where there is loud music, woofer and beats that mask every pain. Then I want to forget everything and sing my own song, my own lyrics. I don’t know what role you have there. Just be there.

I don’t know what it takes,
I don’t know how,
I don’t know where it leads,
I don’t know when,
I don’t know what I don’t know,
But I know you and,
You are there.

I very much know that, that ‘You’ is part in me. A part from me. A better version of me that keeps me going ahead. Thank ‘you’. You are doing an incredible job out there.

Quick Fix



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Its April of 2017 and Day 17 of A to Z Challenge. I am doing Idiom a day and 8 line poem for the idiom.


Idiom: Quick Fix

Meaning: It is an easy or a temporary solution that might not last for long

Poem:
When trust was broken,
Heart, let down,
Promises betrayed,
Faith overlooked,
Loyalty disgraced,
Eyes wet,
‘Sorry’,
Is not even a quick fix!


Note: All the challenge prompts can be found HERE.

Fair and Square



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Its April of 2017 and Day 06 of A to Z Challenge. I am doing Idiom a day and 8 line poem for the idiom.


Idiom: Fair and Square

Meaning: doing things correctly, absolute accuracy, honestly and straightforward

Poem:
Dare not,
To return it back,
What you now possess,
With what you eloped,
Flew away,
My heart.
You stole it anyways,
Fair and square.


Note: All the challenge prompts can be found HERE.

When the Dreams Cry



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When the dreams die,
Burst inside,
Flame within,
Chaos the interior,
With unheard howling cries.

When the dreams die,
The deceased diverges,
Intellect shatters,
World looks hideous,
The water cries.

When the dreams die,
Is like a half carved statue,
Undefined shape,
Just stand ugly,
And the meaning cries.

When the dreams die,
Tears decide to stay in,
Finding inner more beautiful,
Silently dries,
While the heart cries.

When the dreams die,
Rest is all Babel.

Nectar to Honey



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This post is written for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge Number 120. The challenge is to write a haiku on the words Heart and Petals. Also for the daily post prompt: Transformation. With that, the task is to have a haiku talking about heart, petals and transformation.

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bees play with petals,
transform nectar to honey,
such a kind sweet heart.

Answer Me Why!


I don’t know why,
Why,
It’s Love and heart!

I see through eyes,
I feel with skin,
I whiff with nose,
I lick with tongue,
I heed with ears,
In love and romances,
I lose my senses.

Still,
Why is it Love and heart?
My heart beats sturdy,
Loudly, impatiently,
When I say ‘love’,
When I demand,
Why is it heart?


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This poem is written for the IndiSpire Edition Number 123 which asks us to write on:

With all your senses, “Fall in Love – One more time”.

The Hammer and Glue


Life brings us with all kinds of people. Some bring happiness and other’s don’t. It is good we have others as only because of them, we appreciate the value of the other other.

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Close to heart, Hammer and glue.
Among-st a many, Chosen few.

Hammer comes strong, Breaks into pieces.
Glue corrects the wrong, Unites with kisses.

Heart breaks apart, Unites back again.
Will never be the same, Glitches and stain.

Hammer, the foe, Is sure a friend.
It brings the glue, Who remain till end.