"Hello and Namaste"

I might not have stars and planets here, but this is still my universe!

Sunday, November 29, 2015

I came first.

There is a gap of five years between us
and yes, i am taking the lead.
I came first.
But just because i came first
doesn't mean that i am more amazing
doesn't mean that i am more perfect
doesn't mean that i am more wonderful.
I might have won against you on the race to come to this earth
but i lost in all the remaining ones.
Coz you are more amazing than i can ever imagine
you are more perfect than even perfection has ever been
you are more wonderful
more magical
you are the best.
And though i lost
i am not sad coz its you who've won
and that makes me the ultimate winner
coz in your smile is where i find my happiness.
I know we grew up
with families of our own,
Still i must remind you
that i came first
and you came after 5 years crying and screaming
with a little body
tiny feet
and tiny hands.
A sister was born then, for me, though that time i had no idea
but now i completely understand.
i love you.

White earphones.

Talking about me,
I'd be the one probably busy in my own world
not giving a shit about what others think.
You can see me crying
and then you can see me smiling in a blink.
I'm probably the one not giving a shit about how life goes on.
Want to find me in a crowd?
I'm probably the guy with the white earphones on.
I'm a freak, one of a kind.
Someone like me?
I bet even Adele won't find.
I'm the guy whose greatest weakness is chocolate,
if I was made of it then I'd probably eat myself.
I'm the one so much obsessed with Taylor swift songs.
Want to find me in a crowd?
I'm probably the guy with the white earphones on.
I'm the kinda guy
who drinks his own tears and stands out strong.
I'm the one faking a huge smile
even though I know it's not for long.
I'm the one who can memorize lyrics in a minute.
I've been reading my text book for hours,
still have no idea what's in it.
I'm the guy who'll make his own words burn.
Want to find me in a crowd?
I'm probably the guy with the white earphones on......

Friday, November 27, 2015

THAT SATURDAY NIGHT...

Like any other Saturday night,
she knew that her husband would come back home drunk
she knew that her husband would forget bringing her the medicines she needed.
she knew after hours of fight
he would convince her somehow
then fuck her 
till he could fuck no more.
His mouth would be stinking like a devil's trashcan
but yet she would have no other choice than to kiss him and pretend that she felt good,
even though she didn't.
Like any other Saturday night,
he did come home late.
like any other Saturday night
he was drunk as hell. 
She heard him saying shit and other stuffs about her.
she ran to get the door
because she knew he would beat the shit out of her
if he had to knock and keep waiting outside for the door to open.
When she opened the door,
there he was
the man claimed to be her husband
shaking like the Eiffel tower from an earthquake
She knew he'd been with another woman
she could smell the scent of perfume that wasn't his.
And yet,
she smiled.
her husband went straight to the bedroom
she followed him quietly.
she knew her husband was hungry and thirsty too
but his hunger wasn't gonna disappear from the dinner she'd served downstairs
his thirst wasn't gonna disappear from the bottle of water she'd kept beside the bed.
He wanted her
though she'd been ill for quite some days now.
he wanted her 
even though she couldn't sustain the pain of his so called manhood piercing her.
She let him have her.
She stayed motionless,
tears rolling down from her eyes 
her heart bleeding
she didn't say a word
she cried silent tears.
All she thought about was her three years old daughter sleeping peacefully
all she thought about was taking the medicines she was supposed to 
all she thought about was its been three days since the last dose of her medicine was finished
all she thought about was how her husband never really thought about it.
she kept thinking 
he kept piercing her.
She let a huge scream out her mouth
and then there was complete silent again
her husband fell asleep right beside her.
her scream woke her daughter up
her daughter kept crying 
she was just 3
She woke up and she was hungry
She kept crying 
her mother didn't hear
she finally managed to crawl to her mother
she sucked the nipple of her mother that her father left exposed
it was cold
she sucked the nipple maybe for a minute or two
but yet it felt to her like eternity
she kept sucking the nipple of her dead mother
but nothing happened
her mother was already as far as she could ever be
her mother was dead and in an hour so was she.

A Legal Rape

She never wanted to marry that guy
She never wanted to spend the rest of her life with that devil
She never wanted to...
But she had to.
He'd been following her since the very first day he saw her
In every streets
Every bus stops
She had to hide from him but he always managed somehow to find her in the crowd
He didn't love her
He just wanted her
He promised her father to pay all his debts and he sold her to him.
She had to marry him
She was hugged
She was kissed
She was fucked
But she was never loved
She had two kids but the kids never got the love of a father
He wasn't a father to them
Just a man who's been fucking their mother everynight.
Nobody knew what happened inside that house
Everybody thought a couple lived there happily with two beautiful kids.
Nobody saw the pain in her eyes.
Nobody knew that the kids never got the love of a father
They just thought he married that girl because he loved him
But nobody knew the truth
The truth was out of their sight
Nobody was there to wipe those tears off her face
when she was raped, legally, every night.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

The Purple Rose.

The Purple Rose


 Red has always been the color of love.
the color that symbolizes warmth
the color that symbolizes passion
the color of heat
the color of affection.
Red.
The color of the blood that runs through the heart,
red.
Red is not the only color that defines love.
Love is more colorful than the rainbow
A single color cant define love.
Love is red for the warmth
love is blue for the skies that feel smaller when it comes to love
love is black for the times we choose to close our eyes 
love is grey when we feel sad sometimes
love is colorless sometimes too
love doesn't need to be defined by a color
you wont succeed even if you try 
for love is deeper than the colors that you can ever imagine
Love has colors more than the world has ever seen
love is magical
love is wonderful
love is just love
and love is everything when its me, loving you
If i really had to define love with a color
I'd go with purple
the color of the queens
and yes love is purple too
compared to other colors, more beautiful and distinct
and that is why the purple rose blooms when i kiss you on the lips
despite the color of your lipstick.