ICE

I don't mean to scare you

but I carry winter in my bones

and when the winter burns

the glaciers in me groan

when the ice thickens

it forms layers on my heart

for which I spend days to shove

carefully removing  every coat

there is beauty in the ice of me

the frost on my lashes shine in the breeze

and on the frozen lake of my love

you skate smoothly 

feeling every move gracefully

but when push comes to shove

you choose to leave

and the blizzard hits

the storm strikes

the rime of me fights to keep  alive

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                                     2 AM

it's 2AM I am standing at my window 

gaping at the moon 

sometimes  mesmerized by its beauty

somedays its bright  exasperates me 

Its 2AM music playing in my room

I am all alone 

the beats dance in my veins

the lyrics find cushions in my head

Its 2AM a book in my hand

I am living another life

the emotions they feel

the days they live

Its 2AM a soft breeze whispers the enigma  

I goggle at the road

a single car passing by with eerie ease

the silence is heavenly

Its 2AM a single light lights in stillness

stillness in breath 

a past in yesterday 

a future today

Its 2AM my eyes drenched in sleep

I draw the curtains

stop the music

close the book 

switch off the light

and drift off to sleep 

                                        pakhi  

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                                   SHE

she is poetry 

she has flaws

she is art

she has scars

she is not the colours

but she is the emotion behind them

life not in monotone

but in jolly orange and bad blue bright

she is largely out of their control

not bound in the chains of mankind

but free from the bondage of 

they dread her next move

they fear her complete existence

she is loved by all

but not by her

she wakes up every morning 

to fight the demons within

while the ones outside wait 

she is captivating 

she is mysterious

she is labyrinth 

you would love to get lost in

she is independent

need nobody for she can run her own show

she makes her choices

which often make you turn

she is not the sweetest soul 

you have known

she is firey

she is bitter

she is ice

but she melts to

she is not pretty 

she is not attractive

she won't catch your eyes in your glances

but her aura will draw you 

she does not have stars  in her eyes 

no, the sun doesn't  shine when she smiles 

cuz she is raw 

she is real

she is the truth we hold

                                      pakhi

I am not perfect but I crave perfection to a point it's devastating, it's unhealthy. But slowly I have begun to realise that there is no definition of perfection. Perfection is an expectation set high in the sky by our own minds, which is often perceived by our brain to be our motive.  I am a mess, my laughter does not hold the world no my eyes don't sparkle when I smile but I am happy. I have hundreds of flaws, I have scars deeply rooted within. I carry them around like they are a part of me, and they are, but now a happy part. I like being a royal mess, this mess helps me breathe and the chaos keeps me alive.  I am raw and real and that is the most attractive part of me.  

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PARALLEL WORDS

                     PARALLEL WORLDS

we all dwell here

I partly do too

but I stay there more 

a separate world

A parallel universe

in my crumpet

a world that feeds on me

concomitantly lets me breathe

it thinks a lot

it overthinks a lot

it makes up stories

it manipulates the gone

it deduces the coming

 

if I smile too bright

it questions my beam

if I cry too loud 

it makes me doubt

It criticises every move of mine

and replays every sentence 

the vinyl is stuck at a point 

the words embedded in my heart in handwriting so fine

 

it needs me to be phlegmatic

but competes me to Be emotive

it's a constant war

its a battlefield

sometimes I bleed 

sometimes on people 

sometimes on paper

and I don't like to 

but at the end of the day

I return to my parallel world

for the world gives me comfort honestly

but destroys me simultaneously

                                      

                      

 

                                                   pakhi

BE VULNERABLE

 BE EMOTIVE 

LAUGH-CRY 

FEEL  THAT EMOTION
GOOD BAD HAPPY SAD MIXED COMPLICATED EVERYTHING

We are human beings and well GOD intended us to have emotions. No sweetie! we are not robots and how long can u hold back. Laugh the loudest, cry the nosiest because when push comes to shove we have hearts. Delicate, tender, nurturing, growing tearing, breaking and we need to live that heart.

No one is cold, no one is ice, no one is made a stone we choose to hide. When not reciprocated when not acknowledged when not appreciated we begin to hide behind walls. Walls so high they become difficult to tear.

But hey! It is good to feel and you no longer need to hide.

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