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Inspiration, life, poetry, Uncategorized

I Am A Sucker!

Tanya'sopinion

Yes life hurls stones and pebbles

fate bombards proxies, follies

phonies but hold on….

I am a sucker for one more!

I devour failure like a hungry

homeless for I’ve nothing to eat

so I gulp every failure down my

parched throat till the-bitter liquid

of failure syncs-with the juices in

my emaciated stomach…

Oh! It churns, it widens but I ask

for more, I ask for more! I am a

sucker for all the losings humans

are capable of! I tasted sweet

success this morning when I took

that hard stone on my heart,

laughed at one more lie, swallowed

one more bitter pill, devoured

one more failure down my throat!

I am a sucker!

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Misfortune
Inspiration, life, Love, Uncategorized

RESURRECTION

Tanya'sopinion

In the darkest pits

of soul lingers a

little flame kept alive by

the rays of purity.

A perpetual fire,

illuminating the grim

core, burning the

edges of stale

misfortunes…..

A lone flame standing

its ground against

cruel winds of fate…..

Assuring that heaven

is right there with-in us,

surrounded by our own hells,

and in the end resurrection 

will take place out of the

ashes of that tiny

inferno….

 

 

 

 

 

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Long Route

Tanya'sopinion

I might again take a long route tonight!

Yes, yes I’ve some chores to do, few words

to keep but no harm if I just walk around.

 

With lovers abound I feel some kisses are

rightfully mine. Let me gulp down a barrel

of good old whiskey of Papa’s broken-brewery,

I too deserve some cheers to be alive.

 

Miracles happen post midnight after tik-toks

of the vodka shots when a toothless tramp

appears to be a heavenly vision of Michelangelo’s

chiseled David erected way tall. 

 

Really no hurry if I match few steps with my

homeless prince to flip a coin in famed Trevi

fountain in site ,once again  to check on our

fates as we both have no one to keep us

warm tonight!

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Pain

Tanya'sopinion

Pain often reclines at 

the back of my parched throat

on other occasions it

runs smoothly uninterrupted

in green veins, free-flowing, 

as it is always the case love

is conditional, whereas pain

fills up the thirsty eyes, 

morphing into tiny tender

crystals cascading down

the gaunt cheeks 

without a bang or a crackle 

so quietly, so gently…

 

 

 

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History, Literature, Nature, poetry, Uncategorized

Metamorphosis

Tanya'sopinion

I grew up beyond the grey walls….

Walls that changed hues under varied spells,

mama would strictly keep me inside.

 

The thick silver parapets adorned tiny holes,

black ashen specks from where I marveled

at the cruel oddity of the world.

 

A faded sepia of Papa hung at a crooked

angle-tilted towards outside,shadowing

other picture-frames.

 

The grim monsoons brought spree of life

stamping on foundations of boundless

hedge, spreading its tentacles…

 

Vile serpentine vines of bougainvillea invaded

sacred space, by keeping me in restraints

stealthily crawling into me.

 

I see scaly lizards licking the swollen damp

crusts of the walls, that now turned

purplish hue, squeaking hushly;

“papa zedes, papa zedes

papa zedes, papa zedes”

 

Terrified of clicking sounds,every monsoon

I meticulously filled up fissures with 

Papa’s old black and whites.

 

Once smacked across the sugar face smiling,

I always beamed when I sobbed inside,

tongue at loss of words….

I covered the last fissure with the only picture 

I had of Papa.

 

Forever barricading myself with-in walls, I

metamorphosed into silver, a mass of

cemented blood in concrete limbs.

Fortifying myself of the lingering echoes…

“papa zedes, papa zedes

papa zedes, papa zedes”

 

 

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life, Love, poetry, Uncategorized

Wounded

Tanya'sopinion

I don’t carry with me golden strings

of pompous words, nor an embroidery

of the  embellished locutions for 

what I carry in me is a bleeding heart

from where words gush out a greenish

pus from decomposing wounds forever

in loop for they never heal, as my brain

keep playing the same slapstick movie

again and again, my miserable spirit

trapped with in the grotesqueness of 

familial events, angered and then

sobered again!

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Miss That Girl

Tanya'sopinion

I miss that girl who

would run wild and

was always ready to

smile without  breaks.

She loved without care

When the things 

got tougher simply

cried her heart out.

and life would get 

straight again, ideals

were lofty , heels

higher and memories

ran sharper, food

was always warm 

and drinks forever

bubbling…

Now many springs

later that girl

seek reasons to 

laugh, tears don’t

descend to heart’s

desire, lovers have

gone senile, running

requires plastic knee-

caps and heels are

trimmed to two inches

mark ,forgetfulness is

the way of busy life,

while food requires

a careful watch, the

bubbling drinks be

better left off…

Life might never be

straight again ….

I miss that girl!

 

 

 

 

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When I Die

Tanya'sopinion

When I die, do not cremate me

lets not erect massive tombs

or embellish any symbols,

Let nature take its course.

 

No one will weep or mourn

Just abandon my body on

The Towers of Silence of

ancient Zoroastrians followers

of Ahura Muzda.

 

Scavengers will nibble,

maggots will feast, worms

will build their abode in me

Nature will take its course.

 

If any morsel of my remains

is left, scatter it on the regal

Himalayas, the divine peaks

of my blessed ancestors.

 

Offer it the vast ocean whose

lapis-lazuli waters gushed in

my veins, where my aging mother

performed her final ablutions.

 

And if you need a shoulder

to lean on, seek the company

of wise old deer, who was the

only love of my life.

 

Make it known to the blind

pontiff in the dilapidated

temple across the sacred

river to spare me nectar

of the exquisite heavens.

 

For my hungry soul will take

the ancient route of Elephants

in search of moksha, and

vaporize in cyanic skies.

 

Nature will take its course…..