The world is more pink
Than grey lately,
But those who never
View it without
Rose-coloured glasses
Can hardly appreciate
The salmon glow
Brought to it by
The sluggish demise
Of their very own
Cherry-red consciences!
©Aaysid
“I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.”
Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
She has lost
Her sense of direction,
Wherever she goes,
She is already there.
©Aaysid
“I am convinced that human life is filled with many pure, happy, serene examples of insincerity, truly splendid of their kind-of people deceiving one another without (strangely enough) any wounds being inflicted, of people who seem unaware even that they are deceiving one another.”
Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human
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Finding yourself rummaging
Through piles and piles
Of discarded memories,
Far removed from present,
Not wrapped in fancy boxes,
But oh so casually thrown
Into trash cans stuffed hastily
Into brown paper bags,
Seems like a dangerous
State of mind to be in,
But when they say,
“Isn’t it like one of those
Baffling things that happen
To you for no apparent reason?”
You cannot help but say,
“I have never heard of those.”
©Aaysid
“Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.”
Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance
Sometimes, love is found
In the weakest hellos
And indifferent goodbyes,
For anything that plunges
A heart into the depths
Of that abusrd a denial
Must be akin to affection.
Sometimes, all you need
Is a delusional mind.
©Aaysid
“Respect the delicate ecology of your delusions.”
Tony Kushner
If I were to see myself
In a light that wouldn’t flicker
Would I feel the air
To be unrealistically thicker
Will there be a heart
Aflutter, suddenly beating quicker
Would the nagging world
No longer be a cosmic trigger
Will I finally stay
Despite being a habitual quitter?
©Aaysid
“Everybody has to leave, everybody has to leave their home and come back so they can love it again for all new reasons.”
Donald Miller
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she became her own
personal shade of blue,
at war with the dusky,
almost-angry
glint of his
prussian blue iris,
and dreamt of a day
when she would
be immune
to that cataclysmic sky
in his eyes
which ends up
infecting her like a virus!
©Aaysid
“You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself.”
Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale
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Neither a ghost
Nor a memory,
But like a drop
Of blood
That is thick,
And pungent,
And repulsively red,
We are as unabating
As the thoughts
You keep crushing
In your head!
At least for now.
©Aaysid
“Out of my ignorance I called you a homeland, and I forgot that homelands are taken away.”
Mahmoud Darwish
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We could have been putting
Our souls in a mesmeric trance
By dancing like whirling dervishes
In cold, November mornings
To let our thoughts somersault
Out of our heads to appear
As glistening beads of perspiration
To evaporate into nothingness,
But we are far removed from all that,
For mediocrity has slowly devoured
The fire that was supposed to
Burn within our hearts forever!
©Aaysid
“I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.”
Jalalu’l-din Rumi
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Three short poems:
I.
When we decided
Never to talk again
We did not know
What that entailed;
It has been three days
Since I have heard
From you but it feels
As if it has been forever-
Never’s not forever!
II.
As I
Fix a snack,
I let it vibrate,
You’re calling my phone,
Hoping that the pedometer app
Would count a few extra steps that way,
Everyday I cheat my way through exercise,
And wonder why my back refuses to have my back!
III.
The solitary chicken
Crosses the road
To run away from the coops,
Don’t you realise
That nothing brave
Can ever be done in groups?
©Aaysid
“One bulb at a time. There was no other way to do it.”
Jaroldeen Asplund Edwards, The Daffodill Principle
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I wish that I didn’t remember
Every dying word,
Every sinister number
That seems to be etched
Into the walls of my heart’s
One flailing chamber,
And I don’t wish to be put into
An extended slumber
For my mind to dismember
Itself in order to sort through
Fragments of burnt thoughts
In search of a salvageable ember,
For I am too much in love
With this time of the year
To give it up like that,
But if that is what it takes
To forget what I
So painfully remember,
I begrudgingly surrender!
I’ll pretend that the sombre
Nights in December
Are as ineffable
As the ones in November!
©Aaysid
“The past beats inside me like a second heart.”
John Banville, The Sea
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It has been an hour
Since I have been
Mindlessly scrolling,
Hurriedly swiping away
One grey photo after another
When I am suddenly hit
With a realisation
That brings me to my knees-
There are only a few photos
In my phone’s camera roll
In which my own face
Can be fully seen,
They feel so out of place,
But I better not press delete,
For there are times when I
Forget that I am here
And I can use a proof
Of my existence-
Even a virtual one would do.
©Aaysid
“It is good to be a cynic — it is better to be a contented cat — and it is best not to exist at all.”
H.P. Lovecraft
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