Lay Bare (FF)

Get me a pale blonde bob,
And suede boots in grey charcoal.

Make me look a little different,
But separate from my soul.

Claw at me with your suspicion.
Try me, I will still be more!

I’m now two souls, different,
I am not the ME you’re looking for.


Learning to love yourself normally takes a while. To accept your flaws, to embrace your quirkiness and celebrate the qualities of oneself come with age. And, till then we try to present a different front to the world.. an artificial, made-up version which conflicts with our true image. If that persists for long, we become two different people, looking perfect but feeling almost empty with our rendition of own selves.

This must be Goodbye

I don’t know what to call you
I don’t know what to say,
I don’t quite know what happened
I fear that we’ve lost our way.

I don’t see the old me
I don’t see the brimming old you,
I don’t see the two big eyes
that brought you back to you.

I don’t feel the warmth of us
I don’t feel the feeling of you,
I don’t feel that smell of love
that flamed our love anew.

Its all a blur of the senses
it’s all the stuff of dreams,
That he ever lived beside us
has gone all up in flames.


Image Credits: Artsology

Truth? Or Tru-er Lies?

The whole truth is only a misnomer now. What we call the truth may technically only be a half-truth. Some people would be served untruths and some are worthy of truer lies. In this medley of half-truths, truer lies and guarded secrets, who can we truly trust?

Man is a social being, is he not? His friends, family, and neighbors make up his society. Also now, his Facebook friends and non-friends(😉) are important stakeholders in deciding what kind of image he has in the society.

I may be a wealthy person, but as long as it is a secret, not many people would value me for even the right reasons.

However, it is our friends and acquaintances that we lie to. Strangers don’t quite matter when it comes to secrets and personal infidelities.

The whole truth is only a misnomer now. What we call the truth may technically only be a half-truth. Some people would be served untruths and some are worthy of truer lies. This distinction is made on the basis of how trustworthy the other party is and how much we truly trust them. It is a very ambiguous equation that decides the degree of worth of that person.

A very confusing prospect in text, it is now the fact of nature. Our society does this to us, and similarly, we, to it. In this medley of half-truths, truer lies, and guarded secrets, who can we truly trust? Do we even have anyone left anymore with whom we could be quite truly honest?

Because honestly, honesty is a scary thing. We have forgotten how to be spontaneously truthful, that we are caught up in a web of lies, and no man trusts another.

I would like to think our family is our true constant in this cruel, selfish world. You would hear stories about conflicts in a family; but nothing that cannot be resolved over a late night movie with a couple of bags of the family favorite potato chips! 😀

I won’t say I’m bitter about the world, but a few more honest people could really light up our society. Diplomacy could be kept confined to the workplace and lies to a bare minimum so that our kids could know a world with some true friends.

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Bringing Back Throwback Thursday!

Like anyone else, I did not plan on writing. Poetry happened by chance, and it took it’s own sweet time to blossom. Long after that, I decided my work was average enough to be read by strangers on the Internet. After all, who bothers with how mediocre or infantile it is.(I make attempts to be funny with my writing, but I seldom succeed.) But that was before. On WordPress, all I got was love from the bloggers around me.

Throwback Thursday is not a new trend. In fact, Throwback Thursday or #TBT was entered in the Urban Dictionary 2003. Up to date with my trends, aren’t I? I digress. I will kickstart this new tradition on my blog with some of my old stuff. Ancient poetry, articles I wrote when I was a teenager and stuff I scribbled on parchments I never got to conclude.

This photo is a poem I wrote way back in 2006. I was probably in 5th grade. It is called ‘In the Garden of Eden’. For a beginner, the rhyme scheme was by the book! The idea was simple imagery. I would like to think it worked because the topic was Utopian. Or was it? This poem impressed my teacher and my family. It even impressed me, because I didn’t know I could do this. I didn’t believe I could string two words together in symmetry, make poetry. It was elegant, or so I thought. It was a humble beginning. Ah, the nostalgia of the days gone by. Throwback goals achieved!

I still have a lot to learn but I am glad I started somewhere. This was Throwback Thursday, Articulo Uno. I hereby bare my childish words, for your amusement! If you were tickled by it, I will make it a regular thing.

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