Pave your way in my mind
Planting electric glowing seeds where your footsteps fall,
watch us blossom together
Until our bustling roots spin around one another in hypnosis
Wednesday, 21 June 2017
Crossed
Cross my legs
fold them over my heart,
Hear them as they pound echoingly
taking me to bathe in the light of the aquamarine sky
Monday, 5 June 2017
Mesmerise
Drive me to the furthest corner of the rugged world
And watch my arms and limbs twist and turn
mesmerising my soul in your spirited eyes,
Until my spins start twirling your soul round and round
on my tips
And watch my arms and limbs twist and turn
mesmerising my soul in your spirited eyes,
Until my spins start twirling your soul round and round
on my tips
Sunday, 4 June 2017
Speak
Speak
until your cords radiate in the piercing shine
thunder against the boundaries
And continue to flow in the air that was created for your fluent word formations,
Speak
until they learn to listen
"English parh ke kia karogi"
"English parh ke kia karogi?"
You ask me again and again until it rotates in my membranes pulling at my anger cords. I look at you just as repeatedly, cocking my head to one side like a bird confused about a silly question. Except its more like I'm confused about why you are interfering in my choices. English parh ke kia karogi? I don't know, maybe break your assumptions apart and grind them into burning fine powder, strapping tape on to those critical lips? I don't ask you why you did business or science or law so why do you feel the need to poke your grubby nose into my power over words? Stay out of it.
English parh ke kia karogi? Maybe change your robotic minds which see only a straight path to success by ignoring the highs and lows of education and career that were made to be breathed in and devoured as success is achieved. You ask me why I study English. You, who only think education should be chosen so that it gives you a career. You, who ignore the knowledge books gift. I'm sorry that I'm not going by your rules that are chains that trap any free soul into the money-driven career ground. I'm sorry that I choose to fight you and follow my beating passion.
You ask me why I study English. You think it means grammar and punctuation and reading books. You have no idea what it entails. I study English because I unravel what I've been taught, because I need to learn empathy, science, psychology, and society from two sentences that you take at face value. I study English because I understand that one thing can mean a billion other things. I study English because I want to rewrite our ideas, our beliefs, our constraints, our societies, our lives. I study English because it gives me the power to tolerate and understand and explore and depict without you stopping me. English parh ke kia karogi? Maybe I will use it to create a world where you finally understand who I am. Maybe I will use it to create a world where all career choices are equal and respected. Maybe, just maybe, I will use it to shove your unnecessary opinions underground and continue creating a world where passions blossom from the roots.
You ask me again and again until it rotates in my membranes pulling at my anger cords. I look at you just as repeatedly, cocking my head to one side like a bird confused about a silly question. Except its more like I'm confused about why you are interfering in my choices. English parh ke kia karogi? I don't know, maybe break your assumptions apart and grind them into burning fine powder, strapping tape on to those critical lips? I don't ask you why you did business or science or law so why do you feel the need to poke your grubby nose into my power over words? Stay out of it.
English parh ke kia karogi? Maybe change your robotic minds which see only a straight path to success by ignoring the highs and lows of education and career that were made to be breathed in and devoured as success is achieved. You ask me why I study English. You, who only think education should be chosen so that it gives you a career. You, who ignore the knowledge books gift. I'm sorry that I'm not going by your rules that are chains that trap any free soul into the money-driven career ground. I'm sorry that I choose to fight you and follow my beating passion.
You ask me why I study English. You think it means grammar and punctuation and reading books. You have no idea what it entails. I study English because I unravel what I've been taught, because I need to learn empathy, science, psychology, and society from two sentences that you take at face value. I study English because I understand that one thing can mean a billion other things. I study English because I want to rewrite our ideas, our beliefs, our constraints, our societies, our lives. I study English because it gives me the power to tolerate and understand and explore and depict without you stopping me. English parh ke kia karogi? Maybe I will use it to create a world where you finally understand who I am. Maybe I will use it to create a world where all career choices are equal and respected. Maybe, just maybe, I will use it to shove your unnecessary opinions underground and continue creating a world where passions blossom from the roots.
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