Somewhere in the middle.

I don’t want to go home but

I feel disoriented

Neither here nor there.

Take me anywhere

A beach for a day, but I like the winter too

Take me home Ill be with my family that’s all I need it’s true

But Ill be bored again, so time to pack my suitcase

and return to the life where I find comfort in certain parts of this mirror maze

Neither here nor there

take me anywhere

Tie a string to my soul and pull it towards the sky

Into infinite stars, but keep me away from their light

then lets go further, just a bit more

Beyond the seas and beyond the shores

to the tip of the earth, the end of the world

Into eternity, but thats not my comfort

Im fleeting, temporal, cascading, running

With no area giving me a sense of belonging

Because I am not a child of this world

My soul belongs to the realms of the heavens above the earth.

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She’s a bright purple sunshine.

How can I express

my gratitude

for a woman

who marches with an attitude

Her love shines as bright as the purple sunshine

that she radiates everywhere she struts

Her warmth and comfort

While she silently sobs

Such a sparkle in her eye

Such a sparkle in her face

A unique mixture of sass and grace

A woman bound to success, I tell you

Never have I met such a kind soul

One with a heart so wise and old

But her mind still grows, and yet she forgets

that she isn’t an adult yet

Responsibility on her shoulders, while ignoring the depression clouding her head

While she consoles others, and simply finds comfort snuggling in her bed

A soul, I pray for, to be eternally blessed

Because she is a personality unlike the rest.

-J

 

The Midnight Shower

Turqoise toenails tip toed onto the bamboo sticks that gently massaged the soles of her feet

In the midst of the deep prussian blue of the midnight sky, embellished with stars that glistened in the moonlight

she found herself in a moment of deep affection, caressing her body unlike ever before

she stretched as her arms reached the faucet through which the lukewarm droplets of water melted on her skin

breathing,

her fingers now ran through her her hair, lifting it up while she hummed a sweet melody

her mind and body, finally, able to breathe in sync

none oppressing the other

for there had grown, a sapling that needed nourishment from both parts of her

the sapling of love

true, timeless, pure

willingly, the mind caressed the body as the body caressed the mind

Her palms resting on the back of her neck, her face lifted towards the sky

She stood in the same position, endlessy, in the warm droplets under the deep prussian blue of the midnight sky

A candle filling the room with warmth and a faint, light

It was her body, soul and mind enjoying the silent night.

 

 

Inspired by Mulk Raj Anand.

Midnight.

The festivities continued. I find myself lurking in the nooks and crannies of the recently constructed temporary bazaars, covered in vibrant layers of cloth, translucent enough for the painful bright light to pass through and tint the floors with various hues.

The smell of sweet paan curls into my nostrils, I feel the warmth of the steam let off by a huge utensil, into which a thick layer of condensed milk and chai leaves are stirred vigorously by a bony old man, with skin like tissues.

There’s a vendor, exhausted from attempting to hypnotize his foreign customers with wooden toys he bought off a young boy on the street. ‘Specially carved by the greatest of our sculptors in Rajasthan’ he says.

Truth is, they were made in a Chinese factory.

I walk towards the food counter, and all I see is a menu full of bland sandwiches and ‘Lays’.

I walk further away from the stall and find myself going towards the Lucky Draw counter.

‘Ah medam! You’ve won a beautiful doll!’

It’s a blonde, blue eyed, pink dressed barbie with ‘Amy’ written on it.

Disgusted, I give the gift to the young girl standing eagerly in the corner, in her only brightly coloured purple dress, the fire in her eyes when she grabs the doll does not comfort me.

A women shrieks ‘it’s the perfect gift for her, So modern!’

It’s some wonky strappy dress made of the worst material I’ve ever seen.

I walk further away from this fare, or bazaar, or whatever you’d like to call it.

I walk up to the beaming, gloating fat man standing at the entrance of the bazaar with gold rings on his fingers and a stupid foreign flag pin on his silk buttoned shirt.

‘They’ve done it again haven’t they. Stripped off all our cultural pride.

we’re fools.’

-J

 

Your eternal beauty.

Here I am

Cribbing about

the small things that have clouded my head with

anger and frustration and

unnecessary panic and lack of

Patience.

There you are

amidst the chaos and unbearable

struggle. Unable to breathe you can hardly achieve

anything. Too many

obstacles.

And yet your heart finds joy in simply seeing me content and

being able to pray and believe and

loving your life so passionately

your face glowing so brightly

I

cannot believe how

ungrateful I’ve been.

-JalataMelon.