Lines weaved left right overlapped
Generating a pattern for a tablemat
Its formulation stares at me as I type these words
Onto the screen as my eyes unravel worlds
The tablemat is envious that my fingers stroke the keyboard
Wonders why its only purpose is to keep tables from being scorched
Well mat, I didn’t invent you but I could give you a new function
How would you like to be placed under my computer’s power-button?
Would that give you a sense of ‘use’ and shut your helpless cries?
Would that response be considered as me trying to empathise?
I only ask because tablemat, I do not speak your tongue
And it is not because I have not tried… it’s because you don’t have one…
(Wrote an ode to a tablemat because it felt unappreciated
and in order for it to ‘learn’ graditiude
I ‘appreciated’ it through a thankful tribute)
It was his only chance
He rushed towards the door
Impulse was his weakness
Thus he tripped onto the floor
Knowing who was knocking
He wanted to make an impression
Little did he realise he was bound
By a wheelchair and a confession
He picked himself up to get the door
To her surprise, this day she found
His confession was constrained
By her sentimental sound
With wails and tears she empathised
As her lover succumbed to the chair
A little girl tugged at her dress
And asked, “Is this man Daddy?” in despair.
Varnika and MG
Enjoyed collaborating this creative piece with an inspiring poet, Varnika
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I’m out of words.
A thousand pages of poetry later and I’ve one conclusion:
I don’t need you
as much as you think I do
I want you
I miss you
I love you
Just, as you are.
She was so consumed by her dark side
That she saw with her heart
and not with her eyes.
Don’t cry over me with your broken heart
I told you I was polyamorous from the start
It’s what I said, the day we met
Or did you believe the lies you were fed
By everyone else who claimed to know me better
You skipped all the vowels in the letters
I wrote to you many fortnights ago
Right after arguing about my ego
But what if I told you that for me it’s not choice
That love is how I express my voice
To release the energy inside of me
To nullify the narcissist in me
I love, for it is all I know
All that I was given in my years of growth
I love, because it both enlightens and hurts
It’s a method in which I balance my world
Yes, it’s convoluted, this thing called love
But have you ever just had so much
Of it to give, there’s more than enough
So you go ‘round seeking souls to touch
Have you ever just had too much inside you
That the chemical explosion just blew
Up in everyone’s faces – an array of colours
Brightening a world that was once the duller
Yes, I will love you with every part of me
Every version and portrayal of my reality
It’s the way it is for now, don’t you see
I’m saving you from my narcissism with polyamory?
Original published on Wattpad
Have I told you that I’ve seen your soul
That every crack is beautiful?
Buried deep beneath the flesh
The skin, the bones, and all the rest
Have I told you that I’ve felt your soul
That every vibration is beautiful?
Reaching out from within the walls
Protection, not wanting to fall
Have I told you that I’ve touched your soul
That every stroke is beautiful?
Fire and ice, a gentle touch
Passion rages on – a chemical flux
Have I told you that I’ve entered your soul
That every wave is beautiful?
As the ocean sprays against the shore
Pushing its way out for more
Have I told you that I’ve wanted your soul
For every word is beautiful?
A realm we inadvertently create
For we to each other, are the escape.
I’ve been working on a short-story series called Dear Skye. It is a compilation of fictional letters and poems from Ash to Skye, two characters, one of whom may or may not still be around. It is open to readers’ interpretation. Enjoy!
Click here to read Dear Skye on Wattpad