the beasts within
cowards that sin
my body radiating a
light so dim
ever so slowly.
the beasts within
cowards that sin
my body radiating a
light so dim
ever so slowly.
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.
Here I am
the small things that have clouded my head with
anger and frustration and
unnecessary panic and lack of
There you are
amidst the chaos and unbearable
struggle. Unable to breathe you can hardly achieve
anything. Too many
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
cannot believe how
ungrateful I’ve been.
underlying uncertainty of
how my relationship with you should be
don’t know whether your affection is truly for me if
it’s a matter of popularity
don’t make me a pawn in your struggle because
I chose to love truly.
With her forearm she gently pushed away the pile of clutter on her desk and placed another intricately carved pencil case. Plucking a tissue from the box of her Premier special face tissues she rubbed her case and blew through the carvings, ensuring that each nook and cranny was rubbed to perfection. She then pulled out a random selection of pencils from her glittery pencil stand and released them in the circular carved wooden platform. It was midnight, she ran her fingers through her long deep brown hair, gathering the strands towards the back of her head and tightened it together with a black band. She then walked towards her long mirrored cupboard, and found her hands fumbling through the cupboard door to pull out a lipstick. She glossed her lips with a deep violet and smacked them together and gave herself half a smile. She draped herself in a soft satin printed kaftan she brought from the streets of Fort Kochi Beach, and sat cross legged on her bed. A cup of green tea in one hand, and a cube of dark chocolate in the other. She took a deep breath, as she tried to find her calm and satisfaction amidst the chaos. And began wondering what else there was that needed change.
So you sit here,
Until you realize you’ve done enough to question yourself.
And gulp your guilt away.
The 23rd of July 1813.
Dearest Jane Austin,
Halfway through your work called Pride and Prejudice, I was left to wonder endlessly about the life led during the times of Elizabeth Benett. I admire,that during those times, the love and importance of reading and gaining knowledge, of the respect and courtesy men and women had between each other, and the love for literature, were so very important. I admire, Eliza Benett, if I may call her by her nickname, in her being so determined to express her opinion and ensure and reinforce her rights as a young woman in the 18th century.
I am constantly infuriated with Mrs Benett’s complains and cries on how Jane and Elizabeth were about to get married to two quite *reasonable* men but they couldn’t. If I were in the place of Elizabeth I would have probably screamed in rage and cried in frustration of living with Mrs Benett. What I found most offensive, was Mrs Benett calling Eliza rather foolish, when I found Elizabeth and Jane the most understanding and mature of the lot. Kitty and Lydia remind me of the young girls in our world today gossiping about boys and men and being unable to resist their urge to be with someone.
I would like to also summarize my understanding of the times you lived in. Men would work, while women would stay at home and do what they did best when it came to household chores, and modesty and respect was often observed between men and women. I’ve also learnt that perhaps class and money were of the most important to have a status in society. Although Mr Collin’s money and property did not give him much attention, since according to me he was rather foolish and praised himself irresistabily. Thus, what I admire, is the importance of knowledge and intelligence during those times, which I greatly respect. Learning the eagerness of the younger Benetts to get married should not have come as a surprise to me, considering that some girls in families still consider marriage as the main goal in their life in my world today.
However I wonder, how women would spend their lives every single day other than reading,studying, and walking in the park. It intrigues me, to think about the interesting lives they must have led. I am not at all considering household women to live boring and depressing lives, but I am quite curious to learn how they lived their lives with contentment. Moreover, however materialistic their lives may be, compared to our modern world, there is something that defines the description of their lives in one word, simplicity. The simplicity of the life of Elizabeth Benett, although understanding her mind was so not very simple. She was content, respected her cultural beliefs but also allowed her own opinions to voice in and thus knew, how to live a content life. I truly admire Elizabeth Benett, her class, her intelligence, her humility and her grace.
I’ve also learnt, the difference between formality and respect, and the importance in being respectful towards yourself and to your society.
Although I have watched the enactment of your story, it inspired me to read and understand the story through the original piece of literature and through the interesting mind of Elizabeth Benett which did not fail to increase my curiosity after every chapter.
And that I greatly admire, the way you presented your society, and conveyed such a beautiful message.
I stayed at my Day/ Residential school last week, and one night, we decided to sneak out, but my fears of the guards catching me and taking me mercilessly away to the authorities made me jump back inside the dorm. However, 3 seconds of jumping out and jumping in, gave me this incredible mind escapade. And with the past events of emotionally revealing incidents, my fingers were forced to type this piece of poetry.
I dipped my feet in the puddle reflecting the pale moonlight.
A sweet breeze and swaying trees caught my sight.
My heart beat fast, the crunch of leaves.
It was just me.
The roaring sounds of madness deafening my ear
and blinding my eyes.
My heart, beat
a faint, quiver of a beat.
My soul feeling meaningless and empty.
My feet numbly walking on dry earth as it repelled every step I took.
The wind pulling my eyes away from looking deep into my heart and brain
Searching for the incredibly annoying reality
Forcing my heart to hide in the corners of my rib cage.
admiring beauty, exhausting jealousy
Fading street lights helping trees claw constantly
Look beyond what you See
Beyond what you see
Just to make it a bit more clearer , I’m currently in the mood for abstract poetry.
I’d like to know what your perspective of my poem is,
Please Comment Below 🙂
Happy Summer Break 🙂
Our minds are deeply consumed in thoughts that swoon us or drown us into long lasting thinking. What I’ve noticed, about myself, and my friends, is that to concentrate may be undeniably easy, but terribly hard as well. That kept me wondering, what is the true essence of Concentration?
Commitment, that is the true essence of Concentration. To commit oneself into a deep thought, to allow yourself to think about something, you begin to concentrate. You concentrate on that which your mind and soul favor, which your heart desires. Concentration is not only important for studying, it’s important and dangerous. To concentrate too much on a negative thought or act, may consume your soul into addiction and arrogance. To concentrate on a normal daily act, will allow you to realize what you indeed prioritize more, you realize what you truly commit to and what your mind is attracted towards.
Sometimes, to commit oneself in order to concentrate may not be very easy, which is why, concentration requires your mind to be focused. What may be the difference between commitment and focus? Commitment is dedication, and focus is a clear view. You need both commitment and focus, but you need to commit in order to focus. It may be hard, but it is the only solution out of the dreaded curse of Procrastination that we teens face on an hourly basis.
All the best for all the success you aim to achieve.
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