I’m More Than Just That…

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Suicide rates of homosexual Individuals is 2-6 times more than Heterosexual individuals.
I’m just trying to address this in the following post and this doesn’t mean that it is based on my life. Not that there is anything wrong in being about my life, but just that it isn’t. 

Why this blade you ask? Why this decision? Why are you being a coward?

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Things are different now,
now, every single eye is trained on me when I sit In class. Any girl gets uncomfortable when I look at her, like I’m tearing open strand by strand, her clothing,when all I want was a pencil.
I’m still human
But now, I had pushed the boundaries of society so far it had broken on me;
The day I decided to “come out”,
for I couldn’t take it anymore. I was a lesbian, it was a part of me. A part I had no control over, a part that I had tried to deny existed and failed miserably at, a part that I finally accepted was integral and beautiful in its own way, a part I wanted for others to know- not because I sought attention, like many said, because it made me complete.
Oh other things ‘made me’ too, like my flair and talent for writing, my eloquent speeches my mediocre grades and with all the boastfulness, my helping nature.
but these ceased to matter
from that day on, the identity of a human was plucked from me
it was like I was a translucent bundle, made opaque only because of my sexuality.
an apparition, visible only for that.
my friends stopped talking to me. They had conveniently decided that they wouldn’t want to be known as the “homosexual gang”
those who did, merely viewed me as a specimen. All they wanted was information, regardless of how insensitive it was.
“don’t you get attracted to yourself when you look at yourself in the mirror?”
why did conversations now always have to orbit around this?
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my mother supported me throughout my life,
Our relationship used to include a truckload of laughter and happiness that I capriciously scattered to the wind back then, unknowing that time would come, when I would need that, solely from my side, to keep the relationship alive.
Ohh, she didn’t throw me out of the house, although on second thoughts, that seems to be Elysium compared to this.
Now, she no more praised me for the numerous awards i bagged in “creative writing”.
She made it very clear, every time I brought a medal home, that she would rather have me winning a new set of hormones to replace my “lesbianism”.
Her eyes bore holes into me as she carefully scrutinized my every move when I was around women, whether it was our maid or the neighbors 2 year old girl.
I was forbidden from uttering anything about my supposed abnormality to anyone,
as she made me enter the hypocrisy- reeking  superstition-infused, abodes of “swamiji’s” who could “cure me”.
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dear people out there,
how long should I live like this?  am i no more than this?
how long before these walls seem like home again ?
I’m not the coward, you, the one who is afraid of any change that disrupts your “natural and structured functioning”, are.
Is it wrong for me to find you more cold and indifferent than the blade in my hand???

STAY

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“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.
So throw off the bowlines.
Sail away from the safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover.”
― H.Jackson.Brown jr. , P.s, I Love You

 

Stay” they told her,as a child,
untouched,
by the wind,
“stay”, they said
from the sun that burns youOne creased eyebrow
singed hair,
calloused hands that  lacerated
her tender lips , when she kissed them.
rejoicing his homecoming
from the crusade of “rights”
ah, the dazzling irony .
she thought,
damming the words with her lips

and she loved him,
only  more because,
all that was empty in her,
was not in him
for he had a will, and a way
oh, she too, had a will
but “stay” was her only way

he wasn’t going to let her fill her emptiness,
but he was so full of himself
and she was so full of him,
she hardly minded.
But he told her to” stay “
behind the walls , that seemed to her,
a borstal,
obscuring her from the world’
and the world from her

and then were the days,
when people thought the sound of canon
blisters the very spirit of the soul
but,she painted a canvas of pictures in her mind
pictures of her out there
stumbling , falling ,
out of the cage, and fighting.
but the colors of these pictures were never real
for how could she possibly know ?
with the words “stay”
guiding her very existence?
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please don’t hesitate with the reviews. 
Thank You 
_ F.O.M 

Dear Timeless Self

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Dear 22 year old self.
That breakup is hardly one part of your life. You have managed to wreck problems you never thought you could overcome, losses you thought would never take their painful shadows and leave; and wounds, you thought were adamant on never ceasing to bleed. The alcohol that looks so appealing to you right now, will numb you. You left him, for he was destroying you, now why would you want to let the glass filled with churning red liquid do the same? Instead Look at yourself in those photos. Laugh at the stupidity that surrounded you back then, and the nostalgia that grips you as your eyes glaze the pages will tell you :- life isn’t over! Those ever-smiling eyes that look back at you, will make you yearn for that life, and remember this:  if you could’ve been  happy then, after years when the world actually starts to make sense, none can stop that curve that brightens your face, if you really want to give it the power to. Know that if no one else does, I love you, to the individual cells of your broken heart, to the bits and pieces of your soul: I love you
-yours
16 year old self

 

Dear 35 year old self
A success in your career is not the be all and end all. Thick for me to say, for even now I can’t predict what you would be doing ,for which I sit, grappling and wrestling with the endless options and fears that threaten to choke me and my very spirit to do anything at all. But sure, you overcame that destitute side of me? Then why do you worry? If you need a break, take a break, wander around aimlessly, till you think you are ready to figure out the lane in life you would want to choose. I know, that when people keep telling you to start being “more responsible”, it sends shivers down your spine. Be as childish as you want, but keep yourself and those around you happy. How? That’s what life is ‘bout. Figure out its intricacies, and it will give a thrill beyond possibilities. If your contributions aren’t recognized at work, it is okay. Breathe. Talk. Talk to friends, talk to your boss and sort things out; something you’ve been learning from childhood has been to stop holding things back. And don’t be ashamed of your excessive sensitivity. Don’t be ashamed of the moistening of your eyes everytime someone says something even mildly piercing. Don’t hold back the tears, don’t dam them with your eyelids. Let them flow. Don’t be ashamed of being sensitive. Just because you are sensitive, doesn’t mean you aren’t strong enough to handle the situation, it just means you are human, maybe a little bit more than the stones who heartlessly tease you for being so.
-yours,
16 year old self

 

Dear 71 year old self,
No, people aren’t oblivious to your existence. I know you feel withdrawn, for gradually, your legs refuse to take the long sturdy strides they managed to before, and your mind can become fuzzy at times. remember when you were 15 and had a sort of sinking feeling when the thought of growing up and taking responsibilities sprang up in your mind? Well, you got through that!!
I realize you feel old, most you loved have left. But were you really someone who needed another to live happily? Now is the time, to explore all those books you wished you could’ve read as a child, to watch movie marathons and visit 5 star hotels. Listen to music, both new and old. Don’t while away time, live it
yours,
16 year old self .
Dear self a minute before death,
I understand you are nervous and excited about everything that you will go through after closing these eyes, tired from their years of service. And yes, the questions regarding the extent of your life’s productivity and contribution in all its years, is haunting you. But let me tell you something. Nobody leaves without finishing their given task. That’s what the universes handbook says. And, just reiterating; be glad for the impact you’ve made, the achievements you’ve left behind , they most certainly count more than any of your failures. And get ready to meet all those whom you thought had left you forever.
-yours
16 year old self

 

Dear present (16 year old )self.
I have in no way tried to predict or position your life in a certain way. But all this is inevitable. But the one common aspect, I hope you’ve noticed, is how with time, things have gotten better. Everytime and always (a word i know you’ll love till eternity). I know you are worried for college, a new life, growing up, but remember; when you are about to die, you shall remember not these tiring problems, but the good moments; the laughter in class, the dinners  with family and all the times you read harry potter. Cherish these whenever they present themselves. The rest works out.
and once more, I love you ❤

  • Yours
    timeless self

Isolated Pages

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reckless thoughts roaming my brain 

 

I’m the same book all right

but I open a new page for everybody
each page so different , so unconnected from the previous, uncaring to be comprehendible
if I open one to you, you shall never know I could have a possible other page that varies so greatly from what I show you
and you can’t turn the pages until I let you
and even if you do you shall never understand
what the strings of seemingly meaningless ink means
for I show what you could possibly understand
I show you the emotions that’ll buzz in your mind saying ‘isn’t she like me?’
I’ll uncover delusional faux mysteries, that don’t even exist , that’ll make your brain whirr with a frustration and curiosity to unveil these nonexistent secrets of  mine
very few , de-code more than one page
and fewer, be able to connect them

“Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

 

but right now I’m befuddled!!

I’m the same book alright?
but which page am I to myself??

Love Paradise

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bello!! :’)
happy valentines day guys :’)
i just had to write something for all the valentines’ out there
this is some sort of valentine’s day post.
and no, that doesn’t mean i’m in love ❤

 

Not of flowers it smells
not of perfume it reeks
no vibrant colors  embellish  walls
no ribbons adorn the ceiling

drops of blood from a bleeding heart
brackish tears burning the scars
from all the previous one’s
is what you shall stumble upon here
this is the place I have for you
this is the place I save for you

sieved parts of my pierced heart
parts removed from the engravings
of assorted names,
of those who left behind the scars
sopping blood,  bright dazzling  red
strident ,  deplorable echoes
passionate ones of pain
begging to mend the broken heart
this is the place I retain for you

with your soft lips will you heal my severed heart
with your shielding arms
squeeze out my insecurities that;
have taken claim of my heart?
in this place, away from prying eyes,
will your heart beat in synch with mine?
in  this place, where no one dares tread
due to the jagged shards ,Of my broken soul

will you heal me ??
will you love me?

A Necessary End

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It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.”
― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

My eyes were shut tight, locked together, as my upper eyelash clung to my lower one. In fact they were shut so tight, I’m sure it was evident that I wasn’t actually asleep. They were desiccated as paper, having shed out their anguish, all through the night.

My mother placed a hand on my neck and tried to shake me awake (and I lay there, desperately hoping, she could shake away the stinging pain, gnawing me to rawness).

Pain demands to be felt
__  John Green, The Fault in Our stars

I feigned to have reveled in a contending slumber, but my hollow sockets were candid.

One peek at my guarded expression told her everything.

emo

She squeezed my hand and switched on a reassuring smile, that usually, made my qualms dissipate into nothingness, but not now. Not today.

“We need to leave” she sighed

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I jabbed and prodded at the car seat, with my nails, owing to the lack of things to do. It wasn’t grief anymore now, than anger. All the sorrow, had been swabbed off by those tears, saturated with pain. Now, it was just me, pumped with fury and antagonism, directed to the world, to life, to god.

Every time a memory kicked in, with her, needles pierced my gut.

“You should have stayed back Aadz (that’s what she calls me)” mum said.

“It’s the last time mom, ever” I turned away.

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With every step on the staircase, my heart grew heavier and heavier, as marbles, composed of her memories, smiles and tears fell unceremoniously.

1 more step, brought an obstructed view of the glass box. I bit my lip and ran inside.
There lay my cherub angel, composed as always, rejoicing in her paradise.

The dam broke, and the Niagara of sorrow cascaded.

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My Escorts

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Hey!!! something outta the blue down here 🙂

Beneath an orchard, sequined with fruits of thoughts,

Bequeathed to me by the unseen, the almighty,

The satiny grass rubs against my back,

And as Goosebumps stand,

I let the whirlpool of philosophical thoughts, pull me in,

I envisage

The numerous bumps, life brings,

Adorned and disguised

But plenty formidable, in every sense,

And the snares shrouded by ignorance,

Scathe me, bringing searing pain,

But, just in time, I am, to remember, that,

None, but faith, boundless and infinite

Can escort me.

None, but courage, held constant

None, but my own willing and skilled hands,

Can escort me

From the trenches of suffering

To the havens of bliss,

I realize, that knocked out, by life’s hands

I must rise, and mount the stead of perseverance, that,

Can escort me.

Through the inevitable bends

Of life.

_ F.O.M

note: I’m trying to compare goosebumps with the ups and downs of life 🙂  shallow, i know.. but i couldn’t think of something different for emphasizing on the fact that, no road is straight 🙂

Puppets of Life

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We are bound,
our limbs tied
We dance, to the show of life
Helpless at hands strong
That restrain us
We are the puppets of life.

With strings of fate
designing our moves
Weaving in us, desires and dread
Powerless at hands strong
That control us
We are the puppets of life

Landscapes of problems
Drift and change, as we
Are succumbed to grief and joy,
Incapacitated at hands strong
that reign us

We are the puppets of life.
____ F.O.M (fandom obsessed maniac)