Of Flesh and Bone....

 

The fact that we stay confined in a body of flesh and bone.

Chaos is my name and lovers call me home.

 

Dear young and naive, let your stars fall out.

How often do you think, you may speak, sing or shout.

For the last time, I heard your verses were left out.

The oblation of a breathing soul dying in self-doubt.

 

They said: be kind, be nice

Miss unknown, you are not supposed to roll the dice.

Even if you lose, even if you cry,

Give back a sweet smile, even if you die.

It’s a battle where your enemies are well known.

How to enrage when you struggle in a body of Flesh and Bone?

 

 

They shut you; be quiet! and teach you to be polite.

For speaking of yourself is not among your rights.

Be Decent, look pretty, mask up to your dress

No words to whisper, let others guess.

You are as they said, an epitome of kindness.

While you become all of this, they whine you to be mindless.

 

But when this heart strives to be disowned.

Outrage your war, even with sticks and stones.

How pretentious would I be, ripping off the body of flesh and bone?

 

Now you see enough kindness is shown,

The wind says to pick a side,

Be your weapon and decide.

Hear the heart, be the brain, Stop Humming!

Sing aloud with Your Soul.

 

Let the Flesh tear out of its pain,

Spread your wings, embrace your storm.

life starts from inside,

We all started from a mother’s womb.

Chaos is my name and lovers call me home.

This confinement is a residence

May freedom exhale from the body of flesh and bone.

Sunshine.

Its Saturday morning 29'Dec'18 though dates are for no specific reason. Its just another Saturday, ' lazy, unexcited and no planned outing'. Winter mornings in Kolkata are one of there own kinds, noiseless breeze, silent trees, birds hatching in their nest and all we could do is enjoy the sunlight. The only source of energy Mr. Sun! alongside the sunlight there we have the breezy calmness composed within a wind. So, just like the usual, people start their morning from basking in the sun, and.....it was a weekend; my colleagues use to wait every week of every month of every year patiently for weekends, the most of their social walls are filled with #WeekendVibes. Yes cringe. What is this unexplained excitement about weekends for working class? well only if there is something more than just lying all along and waiting for Monday.

Anyway, like every winter morning I with my half dry hair balancing the tea filled cups, went on terrace, and yes I have the unusual, Taa daa!! She.

She was there with headphones, a shawl wrapped like an ice cream cone, giving no damn to the world around; the birds, the breeze tailing her medium short hair, the noise of cars honking hard to not miss their movie dates, around all these...she was there! with an absolute cut from Saturdays or weekends, wandering with the song track and living just in the moment, my only source of energy was right there. 

A deep breath of relief while I smiled at looking somewhere over the skyline with no end. I was rescued from the crowd of usual's. That's it. I have the sunshine with me, my weekend is all good now.

How's yours ?

I USE TO THINK.

I use to think
its all about just delicacies,
but then the storm hit me hard
in the name of falling for someone i started flying ...
No Questions Unanswered.
The storm owns me now,

Wind in My Hair looks How?
.......... I use to think.