Exodus

In the moment we're born, we're drawn to form a union with others. An abiding drive to connect, to love, to belong. In a perfect union, we find the strength we cannot find in ourselves. 

But the strength of the union cannot be known until it is tested.

Not here to stay

The crimson flower offered its shoulder

while you, the butterfly pass by

You knew you're not here to stay

Yet its color catches your eye.

 The thorn warned the flower,'Psst,'Do not attach,

For a butterfly cannot mend its ways

A momentary presence is all you will get

before the butterfly takes flight away.

The flower blushes on, in denial,

With its every petal, and ignorant chaste

The butterfly, enraptured and tantalized

feeds on the flowers sweet taste

It hovers around longer than usual

making the flower convinced indeed

For what the butterfly itself lacked,

the flower knew: It fills complete

And thus the flower bloomed,

but for whom?

You are not here to stay.

'For that #!%$ transient butterfly!!',

the thorn fumed

But why?

You are not here to stay

Then soon of course, comes a time

When true to its nature 

the butterfly ups and leaves

in search of other flowers;

to hover,

to attach,

to feed.

And yet
The flower bloomed,

but for whom?

You were not here to stay,

Regardless of a predicament that is doomed

Even when you are not here to stay.

I Am Calling You Back

Tonight I need you around me.

Lend me a pinch of your insensitivity.

You see, with you gone, I am wary of this new found lingering balance.

I insist you tip it over. Push it down with your nonchalance.

This happiness. is SO unsettling, So is everyone's loving embrace

I need you to disregard my feelings right about NOW.

Come.  Put me in my place.

I need a reality check, For I am hanging by the thread

Of passionately believing again like every time you said

"When you are into something, you don't walk, you dive"

I am asking you to go ahead, Tell me I am being naive.

Yes You, I am calling YOU back.

I need you to stop my stride as I swim another mile.

This life is getting too good to be true. I'm considering living in denial.

My days - Increasingly getting the better of being jaded. Familiar.

Until I find myself being overtly serenaded. Peculiar.

Return to remind me how people get stressful.

Top it off with a dose of cynicism- Your instrument of the "successful"

Surely this positivity around me has gotta be a ruse

This increasingly seems like a dream, for I am nobody's muse

Tonight I need you to reinstate the mirage of a "soulmate"

And that when autumn arrives , I will fall - like an autumn leaf’s fate

So come along again.

Hurry. Break my flight

Its addictive.

Disconcerting.

Such Brightness.

This height.

Frown again.

Bring me down again

My ears are ringing with applause

Swish your sword . Stop this sound again.

Come

Ravage

destruct

Be the Savage

The fall is now my utopia

and will be my once upon a time

the Scars might be the cure

My pulse rises with every crime.

Take away this perfection.

You know you do it the best

You know I know you want to

Come Raise me the Tempest.

Picture Credits : OnceUpon

Misplaced Anger and Displaced Emotions

Sometimes I get so pissed at the small things while shunting my mind away from the big one's. 

It has taken me years to stand up and say I deserve better. Years to say “I’m so angry that you didn’t treat me better.” So many incidents before I could just stop giving a flying fuck about what repurcussions my reactions may have. But until i reached that stage (and thank goodness I reached that stage), i used to take it all in. Just because they were coming from near and dear one's (or atleast I assumed them to be).

So it was mostly incoming from them.. through all the harsh words, broken promises and the false beliefs that warped my worldview. And I accepted them out of whatever misplaced belief i had. But good God, the rage I could summon at a perfect stranger who drove precariously close to the sidewalks. Like, dude, this is not your road, other people walk on that thing you are barging on, if yu have a car drive like a freakin PERSON or dont drive at all yu piece of driving shit!

Clearly, I needed to work on spending my emotional energy more wisely. 

The question is, have I ?