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Sense of an Ending

Once I was the new girl quietly inhabiting my corner  Inhibitions galore  Tongues tied with awkwardness  wrapping me up, producing no comfort. 
It took a fair amount of time, some nice humans and  a good deal of ass kicking and coffee smelling  to be me in front of them.  Then school got over and college got me starting all over again. 
College took a fair bit longer  with relocation , Hindi and whatnot I had resigned myself to my fate  of becoming the crazy cat lady or the pigeon lady from Home alone. 


All it took was one kind human  to introduce me to her friends  With them I could finally  Stand in the sun.  A big family of friends we became  a noisy bunch , food bonded us  to extraordinary measures
We ate more than we spoke maybe the only reason restaurants didn't kick us out! 
We handled failures and successes  makeovers and breakdowns  with much elan  and stuck with each other through it all.  Intimidating other individuals with our  sheer numbers we had a ball! 
Now the da…
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Unbroken Again

So post number #175 it is  

Unbroken Again


A cracked glass can’t be stuck again That grandma of a person croaked. We are in the age of Fevikwik and ready smiles.
So what if it is a plastered one For the cameras? They are better than fake candids atleast
The other day I realized That my heart  got unbroken I could feel only the feeling That I couldn’t feel anything And a twinge of sadness  That I’m not a wailing idiot His star crossed lover.
My smile used to be a band aid over a bullet hole Now the hole is no more And my smile is whole again But then
Why do I still mourn the hole?

Little lessons

So I have been thinking of linking up to this blog party for a while now and finally came around to doing it.   When I think of 'Little things Thursday' the first idea that pops to my head is to share the little nuggets of wisdom I have gathered in my internship .Oh btw I intern at this Tax Law firm. Don't worry I won't bore you with tax...too much :P


1) No field is boring if you have the passion for it.



...........Says the girl who loved History in school <3  It is not always love at first sight with all the subjects.It is in fact hate at first sight with some, in the face of horrifying technicalities. But a love borne out of understanding will always be more meaningful than mere infatuation. I guess this rule applies for almost all matters in our lives.  When Randall in This is us said he was really passionate about weather commodities I laughed. Surely people did such professions only for the dough? But being surrounded by people who live eat and breathe for Inpu…

What is the up

Hi guys. I have been trying to write a poem for the last half hour and have ended up deleting innumerable drafts already. That side of my brain hasn’t really been put to work in a good while and let’s give it some time to catch up. So what are you all up to?
What Is the up
I am currently interning at a Tax law firm and I have to admit I am struggling with all the technicalities. But I believe learning is a long arduous and painful process and one day like the karate kid or Akshay Kumar from Chandni Chowk to China , I’ll be all ready and pro to face the world… or at least get a job.
PonderingsI am back in Chennai for this month and I have to admit that it is very weird to be back in a place with only the skeletons of my past remaining… the souls have moved on to their respective futures and careers of course. Ah the other side of the brain is finally starting to flow guys! It is so scary to think of the future and where I’ll be in a year. Out of college and with a job hopefully but wher…

Solo

Solo


Melancholy strings madly strumming like a guitar Carnivorous id ravishing my morality from deep within Inverted sleep cycles make me question reality A madwoman NOT at work I play a multi note orchestra   To the current people of my life
Friends and family run fast Away or Towards I’m not sure.
 I have sat in silence too long To continue the arrangement Where I move my mouth And you sing my song.
I will sing till my larynx tears Your eardrum. The blood that will fall Is a pittance compared to the pain You so casually caused
So listen to me Sing my glorious solo   With my mistakes and all And this time
Judge me for who I really am.

She sang to me

From the internet 

A child of the city The nature never sang to me Neither did I ever listen to her Eardrums drowned by noise Cannot really fish for nuances you see
Then one rainy Sunday afternoon The trees and the clouds and the concrete and the tarmac Colluded successfully and concocted a seductive symphony A consciousness stripped off all complications
Wanting to rewind and live it all over again.
Inspired by the prompt ' uncomplicated things' by Leonard Cohen's Moon. Thank you Toads for such a great prompt. You can find other takes on the topic here

Abducted

I happened to read about the girl in a box , Colleen Stan recently and her story really shook me. I tried to imagine myself in such a situation and find it impossible to sound optimistic , so honest I'm being. 


Dear whoever who gets this,
I hope you really do get this. But I am pretty sure he will tear this up.  Another one of his psychological games. I don’t really know my name Not anymore Like before
Objects don’t need names That is insane! But I was a person once before Used to hate my life For being so normal.
Perfect parents Enough income Boring lifestyle I wish I could get back to that life haha
He penetrates me everyday Tearing parts of me for himself My flesh fully exposed My limbs chained to the ground I am his slave now.
He let me escape once I think 5 years back? Could be months too Hell is always for eternity.
I was out in his front yard Naked except for my cuffs Unused to all the sunlight And freedom of my limbs My starved body wouldn’t move Shivering in terror I was almost thankful when he came with …