I gaze longingly at the stars, searching for an answer, attempting to find reason hidden in their alluring mystery.
With both my eyes squeezed tightly shut, my third awakens and opens; it is wide enough to fit the entire universe in its field of view.
I see myself reflected in the sky; my ancestors light my way as my soul leaves my body.
It rises like smoke, and feels as light as steam, filled with the vapours of tears I could not cry; floating higher than hot air balloons that colour the clouds.
Unexpectedly, I find you—exactly where I left you; between the sound barrier and my dreams, both currently equally inaccessible to me.
But I am too busy living in the moment, or at least that's what I claim.
I blow you a kiss and pass you by, leaving you behind to chase fulfillment.
You, the lesson I refused to learn.
You, the embers that made me burn
until my lungs could take no more.
My spirit soars, elated, satisfied to discover a solution to soothe its restlessness, that was its greatest conflict.
I return to my physical body and turn off the lights, now that I can finally rest in peace.
Thursday, August 17, 2017
Spirited Away
I gaze longingly at the stars, searching for an answer, attempting to find reason hidden in their alluring mystery.
With both my eyes squeezed tightly shut, my third awakens and opens; it is wide enough to fit the entire universe in its field of view.
I see myself reflected in the sky; my ancestors light my way as my soul leaves my body.
It rises like smoke, and feels as light as steam, filled with the vapours of tears I could not cry; floating higher than hot air balloons that colour the clouds.
Unexpectedly, I find you—exactly where I left you; between the sound barrier and my dreams, both currently equally inaccessible to me.
But I am too busy living in the moment, or at least that's what I claim.
I blow you a kiss and pass you by, leaving you behind to chase fulfillment.
You, the lesson I refused to learn.
You, the embers that made me burn
until my lungs could take no more.
My spirit soars, elated, satisfied to discover a solution to soothe its restlessness, that was its greatest conflict.
I return to my physical body and turn off the lights, now that I can finally rest in peace.
With both my eyes squeezed tightly shut, my third awakens and opens; it is wide enough to fit the entire universe in its field of view.
I see myself reflected in the sky; my ancestors light my way as my soul leaves my body.
It rises like smoke, and feels as light as steam, filled with the vapours of tears I could not cry; floating higher than hot air balloons that colour the clouds.
Unexpectedly, I find you—exactly where I left you; between the sound barrier and my dreams, both currently equally inaccessible to me.
But I am too busy living in the moment, or at least that's what I claim.
I blow you a kiss and pass you by, leaving you behind to chase fulfillment.
You, the lesson I refused to learn.
You, the embers that made me burn
until my lungs could take no more.
My spirit soars, elated, satisfied to discover a solution to soothe its restlessness, that was its greatest conflict.
I return to my physical body and turn off the lights, now that I can finally rest in peace.
Rubyred.
She bounces between the shadows of strangers, playing a solitary game of Hopscotch that seems to never end. The looming skyscrapers provide her with the utmost comfort, a retminder that she is a single loose thread hidden by fancy needlework in the overall fabric of this metropolis.
Despite longing to remain as anoymous as the Jane and John Does in hospital morgues, the rubies in her hairband glisten in the sun, letting her presence be known against her wishes.
Once she is ready, she will vanish without a trace, disappearing into the concrete sidewalks like the rain. But until then, she permits the sun to paint her shadow ruby red.
One day she will fade away, becoming one with the blaring horns from taxicabs, and excited voices of children rushing home from school. That is when she will finally be happy—more elated than the current fleeting moments of contentment that make her wince from the transient way they ebb and flow, and tease. Until then, she remains vigilant, careful not to attract anymore attention than she needs.
Soon, she will be free from this rat race she never chose, her final act complete once she solely exists in secret. Her purpose will only be fulfilled once all that's left of her is a ruby red glow that bounces between the buildings.
Despite longing to remain as anoymous as the Jane and John Does in hospital morgues, the rubies in her hairband glisten in the sun, letting her presence be known against her wishes.
Once she is ready, she will vanish without a trace, disappearing into the concrete sidewalks like the rain. But until then, she permits the sun to paint her shadow ruby red.
One day she will fade away, becoming one with the blaring horns from taxicabs, and excited voices of children rushing home from school. That is when she will finally be happy—more elated than the current fleeting moments of contentment that make her wince from the transient way they ebb and flow, and tease. Until then, she remains vigilant, careful not to attract anymore attention than she needs.
Soon, she will be free from this rat race she never chose, her final act complete once she solely exists in secret. Her purpose will only be fulfilled once all that's left of her is a ruby red glow that bounces between the buildings.
Indus.
Since colonialism corrupted her innocence,
dyeing Mother India's land with the blood of innocents.
Once, harmony existed between their inhabitants,
until extremism reared its ugliness and sought to create division.
From the beginning of time, India was one,
home to many different tribes that coexisted
peacefully under the Hindustani sun.
From the shores of the Indian ocean,
to the Himalayas and Bangladesh in the east,
there was no bond quite like theirs
until pride and ego made it cease.
I still consider myself to be Indian
despite having Pakistani roots,
one day, hoping to to adventure throughout India,
whilst feasting on her fruits.
Long live Mother India, the birthplace of all religion,
though I remain in mourning
for the casualties lost to predatory partition.
dyeing Mother India's land with the blood of innocents.
Once, harmony existed between their inhabitants,
until extremism reared its ugliness and sought to create division.
From the beginning of time, India was one,
home to many different tribes that coexisted
peacefully under the Hindustani sun.
From the shores of the Indian ocean,
to the Himalayas and Bangladesh in the east,
there was no bond quite like theirs
until pride and ego made it cease.
I still consider myself to be Indian
despite having Pakistani roots,
one day, hoping to to adventure throughout India,
whilst feasting on her fruits.
Long live Mother India, the birthplace of all religion,
though I remain in mourning
for the casualties lost to predatory partition.
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