Where’s yours?

​For everyone wants a piece,

a piece of the sky they can call it own,

an arrangement of stars their own,

stolen from everyone’s eyes,

we take pictures,

no one else finds themselves in,

the perfect shade of blue,

perfect size of the part after the sleeves on a shirt,

buttons on the back not front!

with a little jam, a little cream, a little spicy, something to neutralise,

absolutely plain.

no serifs, sometimes,

the print is too big for that size,

too long for my height,

notdoingthatnoway,

I won’t complete the diary entry,

unfinished, like Phoebe,

IT’S NOT OKAY,

it never was,

I want my piece of the sky too,

Like yours 

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Unfinished

I find myself in some house in the middle of the night,

There were a lot of men around, most were young,

I got up and saw her getting ready to sleep with another man,

She saw me and appeared slightly uncomfortable but carried on still,

I felt the same feeling I’d never been able to get over,

I came and lay on my bed, obviously wide awake,

Then comes the next morning and we are walking on a bare land from an aerial view,

I realized we are actually walking away from the crocodiles, but no one seems to be rushing to be saved,

She was the last amongst us walking towards something tall to climb to save ourselves,

We were yelling hurry, but she was walking with her head hung down, unaware or defeated, I couldn’t tell,

The crocodile got her leg and dragged her to a corner,

Blood drained from my body as my sister said, nothing could be done now and I thought about everyone else that had met with that fate,

I couldn’t give up, I went to save her and I saw her pushing it’s jaws, which hit home so badly I could feel the black coming to my eyes,

I asked her to hit it with a big rock, it was laughable and I got mad, I said harder, and she laughed, I didn’t, 

I couldn’t see it anymore, 

so I opened my eyes. 

Whereislove?

Whereislove?
Crazy, spontaneous, all consuming
Unconscious, whatever…
It will stay inside forever,
For no one can reciprocate that,
It has become weaker,
For it is just yours alone,
It doesn’t mixwith another
Becausesociety.
Because other fake pretentious loves
Because you are scared
Scared
Forget it
Readidealarticles
Be perfecTT.
Scare others

Cry at home alone
Scroll up on the screen

I’m with you

Come, give me your hand,

It’s alright,

It’s just dark,

And I’m just like you,

I can’t see anything either,

But I can feel what you can feel,

I hear your hollow laughter,

And I laugh with you,

Can you hear me?

Don’t let go,

Keep walking,

Keep walking with me.

 

 

His daughter

He had his daughter with him and we were outside the gate of the society where I previously lived. She was very little and yet he told us that she isn’t developed so well and cannot emote some things. It was odd. There was someone else with me too but his picture was blurry like it always has been. But I know who it was this time.
I took his daughter and walked towards the society and kept walking. There was another person walking outside and he had a dog in his hand. For some odd reason I thought I had a cat in my hand and I just imagined touching the dog and walked away.
I reached the crux where two lanes meet and one would probably take me to his house. I asked the guy who was with me whether it was his house. He said yes and I walked towards it.
I looked at the little girl and I realised it was a girl and not a cat but there was an emotion towards her I really couldn’t fathom.
I reached his house and found my cat there. And it came as no surprise to me somehow. The girl in my hand switched back to a cat and suddenly there were a lot of cats in the house. I asked my cat to scare all the cats away to protect the cat in my hand. I felt really bad for making my cat do this. I came outside and the house changed into one of my aunt’s who lives in Nadiad. She has a lot of cats coming over all the time.
And this is when I woke up.

.

I’m now scared of others too,
And I now see what you wanted me to be scared of,
They are too clear,
And they come in masses,
They come and attack,
Attack the only good thing in the world,
Until it is covered in blood,
Until nothing can be done about it.
If you’ve been attacked before,
You’ll be attacked with a bigger blow,
Just to see how much of life is left,
Stay unflinched
And prepare for another blow,
Yes the previous blow had hit,
It’s still bleeding inside,
But it’s inside.
Of course you’re dying,
We all are.
Doomsday?
Let’s bring it closer.

They are art

For their heritage is older,
Their grandpas talked to them more,
Some are also still alive,
And did something significant in their lives,
Wrote a little history of themselves

They have a very, very old house,
And very old pictures,
Old things like stamps and yellowing letters with illegible handwriting
in cobalt blue matte,
Something very precious and permanent like a brooch or a box made of thebestwoodever,
Or a stone of a ring,
Something to be proud of, something to tell others because they wouldn’t have it,
It speaks to you, it speaks of you,
An origin,
A sense of belonging, where you came from,
But not where you are headed,
For we are all headed to the doom,
Glass screens, big and small,
No big houses, only a thousand smaller ones,
Smaller talks
Bigger egos
Rotten insides
Brighter outsides