A family is a lot to take but that's where you know what love is. It can't happen again the love your sister gave you someday.
Like mother. I remember her everytime when I forget everything. She's in my head. I see her in traces of my melancholic rainbow. She smiles, stares at me and rains. I will never forget her frowns over me.
She used to call me by name. It wasn't how I felt it from the world. People say what's in the name. Well, nothing.
My father called me once when I was on drugs. He asked me how was I. I smiled and didn't reply. This is how I answer them. They may understand. Maybe.
A family is indeed a lot to take. But it won't happen again, the blessings of your Dadi. She used to ask me to visit temples with her. I used to go but just to leave her there. My God is different from her. He never sits inside a temple she used to go. He never sits. He dances inside my head whenever I try to sleep.
A family is a lot to take. But it won't happen again,while the complete you is still hiding inside the belly of your mother.
I dream of love the grass blades anew to cut our knees as we both fall knee deep and wade and roll over to the muddy side to grow like lotuses till we hear them say you guys are dirty dirtier than dreams Cause I dream of love I dreamt of one.
You sure know of dreams which crumble down in pieces. Deep down you know that your heart I used to hold in my rolling bands was never meant to rot. But it did in my palms in this rolling terrain You sure know Of my love which turned to fire to burn you over from places But yet we meet again
You're charred in places and black overburnt in pieces but it's okay you made it out of the wild fucking fire Jesus died for all our sins and somebody out there demands a sacrifice you must put a fire inside me knowing fire can't put a fire or we would've bought Hephaestus on Earth I know your excuse It would be me to gallop on steep midway heaven and hell and kiss the Sun I'll be waiting behind the tress Inside your words.
My life was short I was burnt in fire I tried to wait for you to come and hold your water You raining Sun I made it out I felt reborn Like Jesus like sins Like faded winds I blew away knowing you just came to save my world
Thursday, I believe is an synonym of journey midway. With bruises in hand, it comes with it's all worst moments teaching us a way out to a beautiful ending. That's why I dedicate the daily prompt to this vague, gloomy thursday.
Your mother bled pain for four days every month and risked her life to give you birth, and when she held you for the first time she called you her life irrespective of the skin tone you carried but all you learnt to see after opening eyes is a fair face. // You look into the mirror and she calls you a prince standing beside but all I see is disgust //
To the W O M E N : ( looking for fair faced men )
Your father's skin tone is not what he was born with. He gave up on his looks to gather comforts for you and he smiled the widest, called you beauty the first time you curled your fingers around his , irrespective of the colour of your skin. He taught you love and all your eyes learnt was facial beauty. // Keep looking for a fair skinned man and I will tell you that loyalty and love has no colour. Disgrace has, the one you are painting yourself in //
To A N Y O N E : ( mocking others on skin tone )
When was the last time you uplifted a person with your words. I see it never happened because all your words learnt is pushing someone down. Did you know words coming out of your mouth smells like filth and so do you. // You paint your room in white and paste a picture a picture of snow white but someday if you fall in a pit, you will hold any hand that comes for help. Helping hands have no colour, right? //
To the P E O P L E : ( in fairness products business )
Your advertisement is running on all channels. Keep taking sips of pride and never count the number of people for whom you constructed a hell by erasing reason and scribbling garbage on society 's brains. // Victory has a colour too that you will never see because you failed each time someone felt inferior because of you //
To the W O M E N and M E N : ( who ever felt less because of skin tone )
You are an art. Only an artist shall know your value. But don't wait, become one yourself. You have infinite colours in you so paint yourself in the shade you like. // The next time they tell you to not pick a very bright colour, wear yellow. Become the sun they can never meet their eyes with //
He mock-groaned. "Yeahh...I know. I know. I'm sorry"
I bit my lip. "You went to see her again, didn't you?"
A pause. "You haven't combed today" he said.
Immediately, my hand went to my hair. I winced as it caught in the tangles. How could I have forgotten?
"Did you see your doctor today?"
"Yes" I lied.
"Mr. Torres. He's a nice man. Very kind, too" he added, thoughtfully.
"Yeah, I never understand". I laughed weakly. He didn't.
He slowly walked over to me and placed a kiss on my forehead. I quietly inhaled. The scent was so familiar, almost nostalgic. Musk? Lavender? Sandalwood? Why couldn't I identify it? I felt dizzy.
"I miss you, loser" he said, softly.
I melted a bit. "You too" I said. Tears started to brim in my eyes. I turned away.
"Fancy a drink?" I asked, without actually expecting an answer.
He shrugged and flopped onto the sofa. I poured out two glasses of wine as he reached for the remote and switched on the TV.
He groaned again. "Why do you keep watching this old sitcoms?"
"I know them by heart"
"That's it? That's the reason?"
"Yes" I smiled by half.
"Unbelievable". Then he proceeded to watch anyway.
I set the glasses into the tray. All of a sudden there was a loud crash. I dropped the tray.
The window in my living room shattered.
"THERE SHE IS" Someone yelled. A girl's voice, I recognised it. But I hardly knew anyone around here.
Pulling my robe closer, I walked to the window.
"She's lost it, I tell you" I heard them again. This time a boy. Why'd they sound vaguely familiar? I racked my brains in vain.
How many glasses of wine had I had today? I couldn't remember.
I squinted my eyes at the broken window. A man grew into focus. Not a girl, not a boy, but a full grown man.
"Who's it?" Ty asked over the noise.
"I don't know!" I cried back.
The man was gesturing wildly with his hands. It took me forever to figure he was motioning for me to open the front door.
Shaking uncontrollably, I did. I've never had any visitors. Not except for my doctor (psychiatrist, really-Ty's just being a gentleman) and the occasional neighbour. Not in the last four years since I moved in here.
"Doctor Torres?" I called out stupidly.
"Who's there in your house?" A girl's voice demanded.
"Wh- what do you want?" I was starting to panic. This wasn't a good sign.
"See, I told you!" she said, turning to the doctor. No, not the doctor. The stranger-man, I corrected myself.
He took a step towards me. I took two steps back, trembling uncontrollably. "What do you want from me?"
"Were you talking to someone?" He asked, calmly, but sternly.
"Ye-yes" I said, glancing behind. "My boyfriend. He visits me every once in a week"
The boy beside him gasped. The girl gaped rudely. With a sudden jolt I realised they were the siblings that lived in 12-a, which was two blocks away from mine. Traitors.
The man gave me a small smile, as if willing me not to freak out. I wanted to tell him it wasn't working.
"But there's nobody here" he said, softly.
I yanked at my hair. "Of course there is! He's inside, watching 'Happy Days' on TV" How could he not hear it? It was so clear, old Fonzie saying he didn't play animals-
"The TVs switched off" he said, in the same calm voice. This time, I wanted to yank the hair off his head, just to provoke some frustration.
"It's not! I told you-"
The girl grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me around. The TV indeed, was switched off, the remote lying ashamedly on the sofa. I didn't understand it.
"Ty! Ty!" I screamed but there was no reply. My hands went clammy. Sweat broke out. My heartbeats started to trip over themselves.
"He was here just a second ago, I swear! Must've gone to the bathroom or something-"
"She's paranoid, officer" said the boy, with the air of someone stating the obvious.
Paranoid? I wasn't fucking paranoid. I wasn't imagining things. Or was I? And officer? What kind of officer? Nothing was making any sense. I raised a hand to steady myself.
When I looked up again, there he was. My Ty. Tears started running down my face. For some reason, I started apologising. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you"
"It's alright" he soothed me. I shook my head jerkily, tears spilling onto the ground.
"I ruined everything. I'm so sorry, Ty. I'm so sorry- LET GO OF ME!"
The officer had gripped my arms all of a sudden.
"Come with me, it'll be alright" he said. I kept struggling.
"What have I done?!" I screamed with all the energy I had left in me. Not at the officer, this time. Not at the children, either.