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A Cure for Broken Shoulders
When the rain gravitates towards you
be still, my dear.
Be still and let it touch you
like a lover’s breath on broken shoulders.
It sings quite softly, my dear,
but when it does, I swear to you,
the world stops spinning to
let the stars sing along.
You’ll feel the tune escape your lips
and your soul will dance in bliss,
Be still, my dear, and let the lover’s
breath write stories of magic on your skin.
Mulberry Wings
I would give you a long explanation over why I wrote this poem, but it is unnecessary. Just look at it as an expression of anger against all forms of rape and abuse that exist.
The first time i knew the meaning of consolation
was a breath of warm air into my ear,
air that smelled faintly of humour-laced
words and cigarettes, telling me
‘Shhh, you’ll be fine now.’
And I remember looking at his dark
brown eyes and the pockmarks
on his skin as he said this, and the bruise on
my knee stopped throbbing quite as much.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore.” I said
as he smiled back at me.
They say how an adult reacts to a situation
has a psychological impact on the child’s
reactions, but those are big words, and I
was but a small child,
and those words to me had nothing to do
with logic
and everything to do with magic.
Years later, I stand in front of the full length mirror,
like a broken sparrow with mulberry wings
and haunted eyes,
and I try to form the same words
but choke up mid-way,
as I see his form approaching,
once so familiar,
now so strange,
as I see his hands reach for me
I realised what words I
once thought were magic
in the way they healed me
were the words that had broken
me in the first place:
he whispers into my ear,
‘Shhh, you’ll be fine now.’
A question filled with wonder
Have you ever seen a pattern woven so
delicately, the criss-crossing strands of emotions,
the overlapping of bodies draped across one another, the
kissing of fates, the magic of the intertwined,
the intimacy of words, the intricacy of life?
Clay
you impressed me
you were impressed upon me
the faint dent of your lips on the edge of my throat
the hollow of bright red fingers on my fading wrists
the stamp of words whispered against my hair
the print of heel warm on my knobbly knee
the dip of your elbows against my ribs
i was clay for you, dear potter
and i gave you all,
all that you chose to make
a shattered vase.
Hiraeth
I plunge my fingers into the ocean
we call the sky and sift through the dreamy
translucent layers that are wings of
a broken butterfly hunched over
with sunlight streaming and i
play with the wispy clouds
like puffs from a fine cigar and
watch as the birds stretch their wings
to feel the wind bite into their
throats one last time and the ball of fire
that is saying goodbye drenches my nails
in liquid colours until they become
fire themselves
and one by one the stars appear
like a glimpse of a past long forgotten
guided by the imposter that brightens
the inky black of the nights
and my hands submerge into the sky
that swaddles its baby like a warm
blanket spotted with patches of
swirls and a bosom
of motherly affection,
the infinite that keeps us in place.
Hold my hand, dear, and say it’ll be okay.
i held a fist of sand as i once
held your fist
and watched as the grains
slipped away
like smooth fingers sliding
out of a warm
grasp
and the hollow air that
remained
was a reminder
of you blowing
whispered promises
into my ear
and my red palms
stayed permanently blushing
from the absence of the sand
and
the absence of you.
Updates
Hello!
A couple of happy news :3
I got featured on Writer’s Asylum a while back!
http://www.writersasylum.in/?s=Meenakshi+Shivram
(Please do ‘like’ the story and the poem, hehe)
One of my poem’s also got featured here:
https://lifeofmon.wordpress.com/2015/12/04/friday-reading-love-6/
Love,
M
Rainbows
our spare room used to have blue sheer curtains
that shielded us from the rest of the world until we
realised that we didn’t want to hide anymore
and now we have no curtains just holes in the walls
called windows and it’s the best decision we ever made
because every morning the room gets flooded
with the richest shade of golden and then we watch
as clocks become obsolete and time is measured by
the mulberry hues that turn crimson and the twinkling
starlight that filters the darkness and as vanilla
and violets alternate to dance into our room
our bodies feel like art
and
our souls feel like rainbows.
Periwinkles
she smells of sunshine and homemade pie,
periwinkle gardens and wrinkled skin,
winter fires and strangers’ lullabies,
barbie bandaids and hidden tears,
whispered kisses and sacrificed years,
she smells of
unconditional
love,
she smells of home.
Autumn sunrise
the two boys held hands,
their backs pressed against
the scratchy grass,
their eyes fixed at
their starry hearts,
their lips parted with
the words unspoken,
young lovers
and the brink of an autumn sunrise.
Elementary Death.
You can die a thousand ways,
but none as beautiful
and devastating
as in
the hands of the elements-
raw, untamed, merciless.
You can die in the lap of fire,
the flames licking every crevice
of your body, taming the curve
of your hip and
your dusty lips.
You can melt into lava.
You can die in the hands of water,
the waves crashing against you
in fury,
sculpting the stone that is you,
into a
tomb, for what will be.
You can dissolve into the ocean.
You can die at the mercy of air,
the irony settling in
sweetly
as the life-giver,
slowly sucks the
life out of you.
You can steal wings from the storm.
You can die if the earth chooses to,
as the green turns into grey,
and the ground rumbles
till there’s nothing
left to shake.
You can fall into the earth.
You can die when the spirit leaves you,
when the emptiness inside
spreads
like a famine,
and captures
your entirety.
You can merge into the infinite.
Thank-You
Hey guys!
I just got around to checking out my stats today and it turns out that over the past 3 weeks alone, I’ve got nearly 200 likes (?????!!!!) and hundreds of views and tons of warm, encouraging comments, and I cannot tell you how much that means to me. ( A LOT A LOT A LOT )
Unfortunately, I’ve had to delete a couple of posts for personal reasons (sounds ominous but it really isn’t), but I will get around to writing and putting up more poetry soon!
Once again, thank you all so much for reading x
Lots of love
First Draft
I tried to write
poetry
for you.
But I cant find
a suitable metaphor.
You see,
You aren’t my Sun,
even though you fill every
pore of my body with your
everlasting warmth
even if
you set the linings
of
my belly
on fire.
You aren’t my Moon, either,
even though I’d be
left stumbling in the blindness
if not for your gentle
guidance
even if the
tides of my heart
are controlled
by you.
And neither are you the Stars,
even though
you take my breath away
when you’re
in your glory,
even if
every time I look at you,
I keep finding
more of you.
Sweet boy,
if anything,
you’re the whole damn sky.
You’re the infinity that
controls my
nights
and my
days
You’re the comfort that
wraps my entire
world
and what is
the sun
and the moon
and the stars
when compared to
the
entire heaven ?
I cannot write
enough
poetry about you,
but call this a
first draft
if you will.
Future
There is wind,
but there are no trees left to sway.
There is water,
but there is no thirst left to quench.
There is music,
but there is no soul left to hear.
There is love,
but there is no heart left to feel.
——–
There is life,
but there is nothing left to live for.
Yesterday, I learnt.
I went on a road trip yesterday. I left early, when the sun was still on it’s upward journey, and like a dog I had my head out the window (I’d called shotgun) feeling the morning sunshine and bliss. I’ve always loved road trips because with the wind against my face, and my eyes on the sky, my brain always seems to go on overdrive.
Yesterday, I went on a road trip and I thought about you. I imagined a parallel universe where you and I had worked out. I imagined intertwined hands, selecting the best peaches and apricots from the bazaar sometime in the future. I imagined baking desert in the kitchen together, with flour on our faces and smiles in our eyes. I realised how the whole ‘Great Future Dream’ seemed shit without you in it, that the whole point of the ‘dream’ of our future was you, you, you. Just you. I thought about an alternate reality, where you and I were (as they say today) endgame. Where we had worked out.
Yesterday, I went on a road trip and it hurt to think. It hurt to think of “what could have been” and put it side by side with “what actually is” and see the harsh comparison and play Spot the Difference. The difference is the gaping hole in my heart, and the absence of a certain someone.
Yesterday, I went on a road trip and I let go. I accepted that my heart would never completely bounce back from all it has endured, but I suppose nobody does have a healthy heart in this world and scars and bandages are what make you normal. I accepted that I would never have you, and that’s okay, because I’d have someone else. Who wouldn’t be quite you, but he’d be enough.
Yesterday, I went on a road trip, and I healed.
Feathers
I was waiting for the bus, one day,
when I overheard
a conversation.
There were two speakers.
The first was a boy with
stars in his eyes,
and the second was
a girl
with wind on her lips.
Schoolbags hung
heavy from their wispy shoulders,
but the weight didn’t bother them.
Their hands were entwined,
in the shy gentle way of love
fresh from the oven,
and their voices
were whispered feathers.
I caught one of those
in my palm,
and listened to what it said.
“Where’s home?” the boy
asked,
his voice raspy
and she replied,
“Down the street.”
“Who’s in it?
he asked again,
eager to know
everything,
and she said,
“My parents and Toby.
My mom would be sitting on our
ancient sofa, in her checkerprint
apron reading a magazine.
Dad would have gone to work
in his tweed jacket
his watch wound 5 minutes earlier
to ensure he
was never late.
Toby would be running
around the house
in a flash of gold,
and waiting until I came home.”
She asked him the same.
His eyes hazed,
“My Gran. She has
the wrinkliest face
and makes the best
pie in the world.”
They laughed together,
in their own bubble,
and I
thought
that if someone were to ask me
who was home
they’d get the most
dismal response in
blue curtains
a
broken television
and the
ghost of you.
Red-Skinned
I’ve been writing too many poems with a darker side off late, and I know there’s more to come so here’s a bit of fluff to break the monotony. This is a simple poem to all those girls/boys who have a crush on someone and can’t tell them. It’s infuriating, no?
I can feel the butterflies
playing catch in my belly
I know it’s time
I have to tell you
It’s now or never
My blush has become
a
permanent feature
by now-
I bet you think that
I was born red-skinned
better for you to think that
than know the reason is you
(always, infuriatingly you)
you and your eyes
that
shine the clearest turquoise
images of
you and your large palms
cupping the side
of my red-skinned face
you and your lanky gait
lazily crossing the room
like you
own the world
you and your dimpled smile-
the crowning glory
like the applause at
the end of a play
my fingers clutch the edge of my yellow
skirt
i know you like yellow, you
had told me once
I spot you, leaning against
the wall ahead
the cigarette dangling at the edge
of your chapped lips
you see me walking to you
your raise your eyebrows in greeting
my heart stops
I stutter a hello
and keep moving forward
not daring to look back at your
questioning eyes
I simply cannot confess
I have lost my nerve
and my wit
and my ability to speak,
thanks to
a young boy
with the ocean in his eyes
and death on his lips.
Iridescent
I’ve always been
white light
as far
back as I recollect
pure
&
drab
then you came
dark swirls
of
lust
over my limbs
knotted
legs and
scratched
backs
peppered kisses
&
stolen glances
heart raced faster
adrenaline
coursed
through veins
they tried
to
tell me
“It’s all wrong;
white is white
black is black
and that
would
never change”
but
you see,
that is the problem (in its entirety)
when I’m
with you
I don’t exist
you don’t exist
I’m not white
you’re not black
we
remain,
together,
iridescent.
Frayed
“I’d like some rope please.”
“I’ll fetch it for you, beta, just a moment.”
“Won’t you hurry, sir? I’m in a bit of a rush.”
“I’m getting them, just wait.”
“Yes, that’s perfect.”
“That’d be 500 rupees.”
“500?! But that’s too much.”
“It’s the finest quality, beta. It
will help you well.”
“Alright.”
“I’d like some sheets of paper please.”
“Ruled or Un-ruled, beta?”
“Un-ruled.”
“How many?”
“Five. I’d also like five envelopes, and a blue pen.”
“That’d be 100 rupees.”
“100?! But that’s too much.”
“It’s the finest quality, beta. It
will help you well.”
“Alright.”
“I’d like to purchase that stool, please.”
“This one, beta?”
“Yes, that very one.”
“We have different colours also, and dif-“
“No, I want this very one.”
“That’ll be 600 rupees.”
“600?! But that’s too much.”
“It’s the finest quality, beta. It
will help you well.”
“Alright.”
He trodded
down the narrow gravel path
his
head spinning
slightly
his hands burnt
around the edges
practising
knots
His empty
apartment
said hello
he nodded back and
said goodbye
went to the room
wrote the letters
tied the rope
and hung
himself
all the while thinking
that the cost
of his
life
had been 1200 rupees.
Midwinter night’s grasp
Such beautiful poetry, it oozes out meaning. One day, I wish to write this deep- so deep that it stirs something in the bottom of the reader’s heart. Until then, I am content to read.
Very Inspiring Blogger Award
It took me a while to get around to accepting this award. I’ve been busy with my exams and a while ago my blog went bam, and hence the delay. Anyhow now that I have gotten around to it, lets not waste any time talking about delays and other boring stuff. I was awarded this beautiful award by:
http://siciliangodmother.wordpress.com
This Sicilian God Mother makes me laugh. Like, actual burst-out laughing. Her sense of humor and timing is damn near perfect. I’m sure you must have already seen her blog, but if you haven’t WHAAAAT ARE YOUU MAN?! No, kidding, Go see it asap. She’s amazing and sweet and funny and has this fantastic writing style.
Oh, don’t you want to see how this award looks?
TADAAAAA. *woot woot*
I am honored to receive this, and to have been an inspiration to anyone is truly an amazing thing for me.
Some things you might (or might not) want to know about me:
1) I love teddy bears. Yes, I’m 17 year old, and a self confessed soft toy freak.
2) I just attended my Business Boards practicals an hour ago. ( Hence the utter lack of any creativity)
3) Uh, I used to love smiley faces. And then, after chatting with a friend who abhors smiley faces for a couple months, I’ve literally stopped their usage.
4) I once got a dream that Richard Castle was at my school, and my principal ordered him to go marry Kate Beckett. Much to my joy.
5) I have weird nicknames for almost EVERYONE. My friends and I almost speak in a language of our own. The nicknames range from Mr.Rainbow to Potato.
Hehe, after that utterly weird five facts, let’s move on to my nominations.
I HAVE NOMINATED FIVE TERRIFIC BLOGS FOR THIS: ( So do go check them out !)
This is an amazing fashion blog, something I stumbled upon quite recently. A definite must see.
2) http://bigbodybeautiful.wordpress.com
OH MY GOD. I nearly cried at the mustache post she posted ! This blog is damn good, and recently featured on Freshly Pressed! (congrats on that, by the way!) Amazing amazing amazing.
3) http://konnikim.wordpress.com
Really awesome sketches and designs ! This blog is something nice and different ! I love it !
4) http://musewriter.wordpress.com
I always love a well-written post, and here, ALL THE POSTS ARE WELL-WRITTEN. Little wonder then that I almost stalk this blog.
AND NO.5) http://poemsoftheinnerspark.wordpress.com
Poetry to the soul is FOUND HERE. AHOY. AHOY. COME CHECK THEES AWESOMENESS OUT, MATEY. Beautiful, soul-stirring words. 🙂
Well, that’s all I have the time for right now, but thank you so much for this award ! And kudos to who I nominated. You guys deserve them 😀
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