mayday_calls

all the fucking  particles roaming in the outer air assume there's  distilled warmth  barring internal  entropy of the jar,  the atoms residing  in disorder of life will never try to  come outside, the world is worse than the menace  even to survive,  fuck her soul who's  standing on a line, fuck this gentle advice  belittling her love life, fuck her mean mind always turning his air thin, fuck her nostrils ready  to break waves of breaths, love has an age, love has a time, love is insult, love is dignity? love is a threshold, love is a lie ever told, there was no good-bye hence it's just a BYE. - chetna 🌻

"do you have any  license to feel  your credited pain ? is it necessary to derogate your  neighbour's pain ?  why do syringes  inject chemicalized  pain in my veins ? why do people fuck  my courage saying  i'm easier than the pain ? should we penalize  mortal humans who lift  their lives above the pain? do we always need to  exemplify swollen eyes to justify the pain ? how come these  powerful 'men' don't  read elegies with pain ? do they still assume  i cut my throat, spilled  the blood without pain ? does my favourite artist  design the art while relating with my pain ? when did these papers  earn strength to carry weight, strain and pain ? can people leave us before we learn how  they never reach us in pain ? does the setting sun still remember my static eyes  carrying immeasurable pain ? am i allowed to question  everything which has ever  tamed me and my pain ?" once someone whi...

forgive me dear, dutifullness is the  frontline where i  fell from the grace, failed to recall  how my fingertips  should have sat down when we tried to fight, forgive me leader, distress is the long affair i've ever had with my heart, and i adored it to you, freedom has its cost, so i made these  fences my life, forgive me reader, non-descript is  the atmosphere of the skies under which i laid jute mattress, to rest , hold your hand, in the hope to conciled  but ended up singing you  the depressed dirges, forgive this pleader, she thought she had  a reason to reject to re-kindle and unlock her, but waxed her hesitancy  into vulnerability of 'someday'  and grew her self-distrust into our sleepcasts of nights, forgive her dreamer, do not misread her, forgive her believer. - chetna 🌻 

there's no meaning  in holding power , when your words  can not afford it, staying up late till  you reach home , you curse me to  ruin your fancy life, trust me, i had served  you the favourite wine but you dodged me . even neighbours have stopped knocking at  our doors in the evening, even cradles in our  backyard stopped dreaming  to play with a toddler soon, even clergy of this town stopped blessing you to save purity of my prayers. look at my state now, i've fossilized myself  into a kind of decaying  furniture of our home, over which you place  your torn clothes, your unread books, your black tea cups , your old, used posts, and everything i gave  while serving you  but you proclaimed, "stop being mean now!" i smell you in the dust and smoke, whirling in the room ,  you hear me in the cries and echoes reverberating around, we still sit across  six feet apart to dine in the greige coloured hall, so, decayed ...

all i knew i'm scared  just to step in waters, these memories dragged me to immerse in bathtub, all i knew i'm scared  just to shred slits of salt, this courage coerced  me to fill the bathtub, because i remember, "did they call me in need ?  did they fuck me with weed? did they mouth to murder me? did they pray to hinder me ?" now i feel it right, a glimpse of one day ,  lives of three autumns , pores of my skins could  never absorb trazodones, clocks on walls decelerated nasty needles were relegated, chances of my novel breaths  sat deep down in the dumps, my free spirits made for clouds accustomed to inhabit in slums, but now i've forgot all seasons pay the price for what you did, you tried to hunt for lioness put on your big-boy pants, dear kid !  who knew what's coming around, what is summit , what is ground? - chetna 🌻 

holy shit,  i bit the dust, good grief, i crashed and burned, almighty please, i nurtured a rare disease, i blew the candle no 'twenty'  i wonder why they clapped while their faces looked sad and dirty, sooner or later, did i trun to their joy-eater ?  my gracious hands touched their skins in hope of answer, every single touch absorbed  guilt, misery and discontent, this world doesn't recognise, "swelling is the sequel when heart is clutched pretty hard," i didn't realize when i began  to latibulate distress , found  my heart throbbing too loud, terrors forced me to shout to faces of walls if i was allowed, i loved to water unhealed wound, latching the door to avoid crowd, i spit on floor moving all around, dirts flushing of mouth made mound, fuck the silence, i screeched astound,  morrowlight of my day had drowned, every human sings allegories aloud, they ask why you now look unsound, i answer "bury me, i belong to ground!" if you cry on one's d...

princesses raised in  palaces of dreams don't  sleep on bed of thorns , princesses fostered by strong men don't dwell  in the absence of valour, princesses backed for  their potential and gestures  don't falsely weep for fun, princesses who once learn to flap their wings aren't kept  as skeletons in the cupboard, princesses who use their  nails as hammers don't  turn confidential in revenge, princesses who know the  taste of a MAN don't open  mouths for any other flavour, princesses who put all cards  on the table well don't nest  honeycombs on their tongues, princesses who sweep every  shit out of way don't fuck bad faces of so called he-men, princesses who plan to set the crown don't sit on heap of loss and intolerance, princesses who are benevolent  enough to sinners are the  noblewomen of the free kingdom. - chetna 🌻 

they're securing their prime lives, they stare at sun and it shines, little babies lit up their skies, call-letters at door , high- fives, some ate honey out of beehives, fish jumps out of water, still survives, he says, he loves her till life times, i promised to write him letters in archives, some crafted the peace in folklives, some cried to the death indicating signs, they sent signals "how demon arrives," they're dealing with bad wives, some edged their blunt knives, karma says i will pour you in kinds, i cured myself, observing their eyes, they smile hiding swords in surprises, listening to every diss word in lines, i noticed innocents turning damn wise, my friends began love affairs in disguise, they settled with weeds in compromise, i'm an image of a diamond if he describes, but it's my heart at where agony resides, he thought it's fine to hunt superior smiles, he thinks solutions are in sipping wines, still i believe there's a home in foggy pi...

you and i look better  watching neon lights of skies, i snatch, run and wear your jackets which seem oversized, you paint the wall rouge on my  birthday and i am waiting outside, you head out for fishing in the pond i prepare latte, cinnamon apple pies, we tell our kids to play and parade with  beagles, german shepherd and huskies, we plan a getaway every summer to india to sightsee tigers and monkeys , i handle and mock your middle-age tantrums  you misplace every time my volkswagen keys, you win neighbourhood cricket matches  i hoot your name, "a century again please" you sing lullabies to our daughter and i teach our sons poetics under hazel trees, you're stuck daydreaming of last hit six  i jumble with you every night reading politics, you kiss my head, i hold your hand before bed  you and i look better cherishing a countryside life. - chetna 🌻 

hey man, show me a path of future and fidelity i promise i will  give up idolatry, over my fire burns, pour rains of loyalty, i will criminalize myself  for your forgone casualty, be the saviour of my deteriorating dynasty, i will errect statutes of your humble honesty, adore me shades of life if they present me cruelty, i will sublet you this  hard-earned reign and royalty, please become the explanation  of death-ridden midnight anxiety, i will dismantle the last reason for which they design our fatality, trust my words and promises, even if I breathe in notoriety, i will run straight to your arms  to love you through my entirety, hey man. - chetna 🌻