Saturday 26 August 2017

Burn





That torch you have carried around for them,
yes, the same due to which you hands since long, lay burnt
they are your tools for the last lesson you teach
The one that they otherwise wouldn't learn


Step 1.
You light that matchstick
And start with the bridges first.
You cross it, slow and steady.
and brace yourself for the worst.


Step 2:
Then.
You torch it and watch it.
Watch it unwield into disrepair.
You let the embers smould inside you
And through you, cry out from its belching flares
And while the bridges you burn lights the way
And the heat starts enveloping the air,
choking the skies, clouding your eyes,
You delve deeper into the unforgivable's lair.


Step 3 :
You turn your attention to the main foundation.
Focus.
Revenge is a one way street.
Holding tightly onto your flaming torch again
Light it. Burn it. Repeat.


Step 4 :
As the spreading heat quadruples
and the flickers dance into sky high flames,
You join the unforgivable in your created wildfire
Knowing there are no winners this game


And then you burn.
But with your heart on your sleeve.
And then you burn.
Ending the endless cycle of reprieve

Eclipse







Another eclipse secures its legacy
as the moon veils her phase
with light facing inward, reflecting
the passing of life's days

For the majority it's just another day
For others it is a sign
Only a few see it for what it is
the passage of three and a half centuries in time.






Thursday 3 August 2017

Choose Your Poison.




Lesson #1 : Happiness is fleeting.
Lesson #2 : Suffering is not. It is infact relentless in its pursuit of morphing by deriving itself from one source to another. Sometimes out of sight but never out of mind, that sneaky little bitch.


And while the fight against suffering is the prima donna of existentialism, some sufferings make you feel alive. The pain of some is worth the fight. The pinch is worth the goosebumps. So on so forth. 

If loosing our suffering is not an option, why can't choosing our suffering be one.
After all if every individual has a limited number of fucks to give, should'nt it be of our choosing and no one else's? As insane as it sounds, maybe choosing our poison is the only derivative of happiness we can procure from it.

I am a sufferer and I will choose the fucks I and only I give and no one else.

P.S. : Maybe I would want that etched on my tombstone too. 

#ramblingsofacaffeinatedwoman