13

So apparently, the muse likes to come knocking on my door without any sorta warning or announcements of any sort. This poem came from a simple yet haunting image and also thoughts about ‘Stranger Things’ and the character ‘Eleven.’
It isn’t a poem as much as it’s a short story in the form of a poem I guess? None the less, do take a read and let me know what you think in that comments section down below.

13

All her life,
Through the days,
Through countless years,
All she ever heard,
Was 13 stood for misery.
Stood for ill omens,
Death and misfortune.
Her head filled with
superstitions galore.
They shushed her, hushed her,
Muttered a prayer,
Cast their eyes skyward,
Every time they heard
She was 13’s child.
They missed,
Her sparkling smile,
The twinkle in her eye,
Her refreshing innocence,
Her mischievous demeanor.
All buried away,
Ignored…cast aside,
Tight lipped, brows furrowed,
That’s all anybody sees anymore,
They bent her, broke her,
Until she fit within their lines,
And cast her future, fate
and destiny,
With looks of disdain…
Where every mistake,
Ever error, every failure,
Was because of the wretched
stars,
That cast their curses at 13’s
child.
She’s lost,
Far beyond your reach,
Your hold.
She signed away her fate,
To being as lonely,
As she thought 13’s children,
Were meant to be.
Gone is that sparkle,
Gone is the twinkle,
Never looking, never searching,
Ceasing to believe in hope.
All because,
The heathens around her,
Disowned her, drowned her,
And branded her,
13’s misery filled,
Eternal woe.

SJ

Tipping Point

Ola ola, one and all!

It’s been a while since I left behind a poetic song, or whatever you wanna call it. It’s been a messed up and interesting time, where nothing seems to be going according to plan in my head, but I’m being told that I’m over-reacting and under-appreciating all that I have, by bloodbornes. What wouldn’t you do to let people have the ‘pensieve’ moment as far as your life is concerned right?

Ooh speaking of ‘Pensieves’ and all things Harry Potter, who went and checked out what their Patronus is?!?! I DID!!! If you haven’t checked it out and you’re a #Potterhead or #Potterfan like me and the rest o’ the world, what are you waiting for?! Go and check it out stat!

Tipping Point

Is it easier…
To fall apart?
To break?
Make a mistake?
Fall from grace?
Or…
Live life in a trance?
Disappear, without a trace?
All in the name of saving face?
Keeping an illusion alive?
At your expense?
While you fade away?
Or do you rise?
Create your own resistance?
Make your stand?
Mark your place?
Be the feared revenant,
Burn down the demons,
Disperse the remnants,
Scatter their remains
Into unknown places,
Newfound spaces,
Beyond the reach,
Of time, of distance,
Of memory and existence.

SJ

Things Unsaid

Well moving from Thotful Thursday to Fantastic Friday, here’s a few thots to share along the way. Yay! Time to party it up!!! Who doesn’t love short work weeks and more days to kick back and relax?

Well you know the drill, share your thots down below in that lil’ comments box, even if you just wanna drop by & say hello.

Things Unsaid

She gave it her all,
You know she did.
Everything of hers
Taken… Forsaken…
Unforgiving memories,
Unforgiving nights.
Searching…seeking out
That solitary dream,
The one she promised
herself,
All those many years ago,
So she could stop the tears,
Abate her fears.
Swallow the sheer terror,
The nights that followed,
Brought her.
She slaved away,
Night and day;
Gave herself away,
Appeasing, appealing,
Until she forgot,
The very meaning of life.

You, know all this,
Because you saw it.
From the very start,
And all you did,
Was join that crowd,
That would rather mock her,
Laugh at her distress
and frustration,
Than be the one,
To step forward,
And soothe those shaking
hands,
And wipe away,
Those fiery, streaking
tears.
Change always scared you,
Despite your countless
claims otherwise.
Or else,
You wouldn’t be part
of a crowd,
But be the one,
To run headlong,
Into the unknown,
To help that poor soul,
You know,
The one with the broken
smile,
Walking tall,
Head held high,
Fighting the unknown.

SJ

Debt Weight

Well well well….’tis that time of year again, whence people return to halls of akademia to learn some more and enhance their futures and fun things of the sort. Good luck to one and all in your future endeavours, I hope you get as close if not flourish, thrive and send your dreams into overdrive and get it to the point of impossibility and beyond. To my introverted friends, may the new school year be one of discovery for you, do one thing that seems daunting to you. It’ll make the story of your life for this year be quite the one to remember.

This piece was inspired by my apparent never ending student loans that keep reminding me of their existence quite often. Lemme know what you think. Oh and this note is for the parental units, babies do grow up but they’ll always be yours regardless of what and how the world sees them. Good luck Mums & Dads, your big kid is off to change the world!

Debt Weight

Bleed bleed bleed…
Drop another dollar
In someone else’s coffer,
Bleed bleed bleed.
Where have they led you?
Once they bled you?
Dreams weaved,
Tales spun,
Of promising tomorrows,
And delightful futures.
Another dollar, another degree,
Bleed till you sweat,
Sweat till you bleed.
Run, keep running,
There’s no time to rest.
No time to lose focus,
No time to stretch,
When your race for survival,
Is constantly next.
The bags under your eyes
don’t matter,
The restless and sleepless nights,
Don’t matter.
You’re the clown,
You’re the jester,
You’re the peasant,
In eternal servitude,
Reminded and reprimanded,
For your ungracious attitude,
Forced to display eternal
gratitude,
But never the lord,
Never the master,
Of dreams that once set you
free,
But now,
Have left you to bleed.

SJ

The Beast

Words aren’t all that far and few these days. Time on the other hand most definitely is. That being said and all, I still think this has been the year I’ve churned out way more words creatively than I have in the past 4-5 years, I’m sure my homies and guinea pigs subjected to reading my jazz can attest to this.

Well you all know the drill, lemme know what you think in the comments section below!

The Beast 

You can’t wake something up,
That’s been living deep within you
eternally.
Some call it a monster, a beast,
Others a bluff, a lie, a mere joke,
You carved out of fear.
But you know don’t you?
You alone know the truth
of what resides within.
Neither beast, nor escape.
Nor your release, 
Nor your sense of peace,
It’s just you…
The version of you,
That’s always looking out
for you,
And eternally watching over you.

SJ

Book Review: Milk & Honey by Rupi Kaur

milk&honey

So recently on a trip, I invested in a book of poetry….well it was very conflicting for me as I have never bought any poetry books until very recently…so far I’ve purchased 2 of ‘em. For someone who writes poetry I guess it’s a little surprising perhaps. Anyhoo, I was surprised to see the book in the first place (that too at the airport of all places) and curious about the book because my social media feeds have been filled with excerpts/blurbs of poetry written by the lady herself. What little I read at that point had me going wow, that’s the power of words.

I finished reading the book on the flight and initially, the first half of the book wasn’t all that appealing and to a certain extent it did get me a lil’ disinterested, however, the 2nd half of the book reeled me back in and it was one sucker-punch after another with every lil’ bit that I read. I’m bowled over by the power of words, her ability to keep her poetry so brief, concise and so damn powerful is just mind boggling and has left quite an impact. I’m certain I will re-read this book and it probably will travel with me wherever I go. I also want to mention the poetess’ note for the readers at the end of the book, it in itself is an ode/poem and is so beautifully written and is just as sweet as milk and honey.

I’m liking this new habit of picking up random works of written art. Would I recommend this book to others? Hell yes…but I have my own reasons, I like pushing art forms that I also tend to butcher and massacre i.e. poetry😛. Besides, it’s very well written and man oh man does it hit so many emotional tangents and leaves deep deep footprints in one’s mind and soul. Looking forward to more written/published work from Rupi Kaur!

Standstill

So inspiration and muses have been a wee lil’ bit of a problem these days, so I put myself up to the challenge of trying to find it in the smallest of things, be it music, a line in a book, a dialogue, a TV show or 20, or hell even a movie. Anything that keeps that brain moving gets me going. So, here you have it folks, compositions and compilations from an eternal insomniac😀 and apparently I’m quite happy about it lol. Share yer thots down below in that comments box!

Standstill

Life’s biggest decisions,
From 0-60 in record seconds,
Made on a whim,
Made with precision.
Countless actions,
Repetitive, relentless,
Spontaneous, yet so stupid.
Roaming halls of regret,
Staring at your wall of fame,
And the countless accolades,
Celebrating the precision you
think you once had,
And you now consider has left
you,
In a state of reckless abandon.
One day you’re being chided,
For your immaturity,
Your blasé attitude and carefree
nature…
The next, you’re being sniped at,
For being too uptight, too serious,
Too focused, too self-centred,
For chasing after your dreams,
visions and goals.
Somewhere between
Then one day you wake up,
And the finish line is here,
Your story is done, it’s written,
You’re out of time,
To live that life you once promised
yourself.
And before you know it,
There you lay,
Your body cold,
Beneath that carved slab of stone,
With the placid and bland tale
Of your life being told.

SJ

Fears, Tears & Belief

 

Fears, Tears & Belief

Some days I sit and wonder,
Is everything in this world redundant?
Every mistake, every lesson,
The result of many an epic blunder?
Where what I’ve been seeking,
Really isn’t what they promised
taught or preached,
Back in school,
And drilled into our brains everyday,
That hard work pays.
They promised us freedom and
security,
Based on chapters in books.
The promised us permanence,
Based on their skewed perception
of reality.
Rewarding those willing to be
subservient,
Willing to keep their head down
And unquestionably follow rules;
Versus those who choose to stand tall,
And question the relevance of it all.
Who end up being called heroes and
visionaries,
Posthumously…once they fall.
Until then,
Their actions and words,
Decried and condemned.
Their virtues, their character
Sullied, defiled and stained.
And once nothing remains of them,
Where words and pictures fail,
Stories of their focus and restraint,
Become legends and myths to enthrall us.
Their resilience and resistance,
Stories of inspiration, to drive us.
Legends they call them in the future,
But, mere criminals in the present.
So, who do we blame?
When we as a civilization fail and fall?
When all we ever do,
Is look for ways to tear each other apart,
Instead of holding each other,
And standing united, together.

SJ

Secrets & Spaces

Yay time to share a few thots here and there. The Insomniac strikes again😀. Have a stellar week everyone.

Secrets & Spaces

Find a crevice,
Fill a crack,
Find a corner,
Clear out ‘em nooks
and crannies,
Fill up the empty spaces,
Erase tracks and
traces,
Of all that was.
It’s time now,
To readdress,
All that’s within,
All that we’re left
without.
Is all that we need
anymore,
To pick up the broken
bits,
Of ourselves and stories,
Reattach the pieces,
Run your life’s races,
Set the paces,
Forget the haggard, weary
and angry faces,
Rediscover all those forgotten
places,
Your fond, fragile heart
Discovered once upon a
time,
And beat furiously,
With passion…with rhythm,
Without fear, without pain,
With all the wonderment
and joy,
Of being able to explore
and discover.
You are who you define
yourself to be,
Not the words written
On many pieces of paper,
Spray painted on walls,
Nor drilled into your head
on a daily basis,
Like a chant, a mantra,
To dissuade you
From self-discovery,
From seeking out who you
truly are,
From exploring the depths
of who you truly can be.
Where your strengths and
weaknesses,
Are predetermined…
Where successes and losses,
Are based on,
The tangential nature
of tangibility
And not on the actuality,
Of one’s true potential,
Nor capabilities.

SJ

Clock Tower

Random musings at play yet again. Apparently I find reason, inspiration & meaning in the chords and words of many a song. One of those nights where you let the music play and the words flow and dance to the beat.

Clock Tower

Time left us hanging,
Uncertain, unwilling,
Questioning, seeking,
Answers…people…
Memories of things near and
distant,
And people too far.
Unbending, unforgiving,
Chasing back time,
That cannot be re-lived,
restored or re-traced.
Forever chasing,
Eternally tracing,
Tracking back the hands
of time,
Back to the start,
Back to a time,
When decisions were made.
Living in clouds of what ifs
and regrets,
Clouded visions of futures,
Far from what we once
perceived.
Where hope is the countdown
clock,
The solution to all our concerns,
nightmares and worries.
The winding hands,
Counting down our lives,
Moving us from goal to goal,
Purpose to purpose,
Searching for purpose,
Seeking truth and love,
Defying rules and restrictions
imposed on us
Desperate to survive
The odds against us.
O time,
You wily, bewitching wonder,
Where do you fly?
Leaving us mere mortal
fools behind,
With star-struck eyes,
And wonder filled dreams,
And always short of a chance,
To say goodbye.

SJ