BLEED

Plop, plop, plop.
There goes a drop.

Yes I bleed, what a big deal,
To make a hue and cry over.
So I ooze blood, some pain I feel,
There is no need to hover.

I learnt of it when I was twelve,
And hey, I got over it,
There is no need to delve,
No need to decide where I sit.

My body, my limits, my choice,
Don’t go bossing me around,
I will touch the pickle, rejoice,
And wash my hair, make no damn sound.

I will fight, for my right, to just be,
I will live, and stay, and slay,
How god intended for me,
I won’t hide, I will conquer the day

So don’t wrap it in plastic,
I’m not explosive, not untouchable,
I'm a woman, a creator, not sick,
I'm a superhero, from a goddamn fable.

So, remember, the plop, plop.
Remember that i bleed.
Remember, it's not a big deal.
Just let me be.

GIVE A FUCK..!!

IDGAF you say, as another one leaves,
"Watch me care", wiping your eyes with your sleeve,
Friend or lover, they are all the same,
Feelings and emotions, a bloody game

He left because he cheated, she left because you cared,
Oh darling, don't you see?
They left you when you bared

Your bestie, and the love of your life, Stabbed this morning, like a knife,

You are hurt and yet you say again,
Rehearsed, as if, "their loss, my gain"

I see the last of your tears now, leaving those pretty eyes, As you begin to cover them, with make-up and lies,

You wear the dress that you always do,
Your bitch face, high heels, with it too

I hold your hand, and say it once more, Honey, don't you step outta the door..!!

Come back here, I understand your grief,
Give a fuck, cry it out, until you find relief

SHE

On a Sunday night, as she looked up at the moon,
staring unblinking, the soup missed her spoon.
Shuffling between the door and the clock,
her eyes, wide open, refused to lock.

Waiting, as always, she pushed away her plate,
washed empty dishes, crossed out another date.
At midnight, when, she had finally made her plan,
to pack her belongings, she began.

At 3 in the morning, she went to bed at last,
slept peacefully for once in her bed vast.
She woke up, got dressed, same as every day,
and then wore a bright red, throwing away the grey.

And so, showed the mirror, a whole different woman,
opening her bun, with wild curls undone.
New dawn, new dream, as her old self died,
unexplored city, she explored without a guide.

SON

He stood there, on platform twenty-first,
Saying goodbye, experiencing the worst,
Looking at her, the last time, or the first,
Feeling, (of saying more), a sudden thirst

He wished, in that moment, for it to freeze,
For the tick-tock of the big clock just to cease,
And as he wished that, in came a deep breeze,
A whiff of her hair, as if to tease

Her moist eyes, deep as a black sea,
Her smile, which had been, of his happiness, a key,
Creases on her forehead, one for each person,
Her hair, graying, from working in the sun

At the touch of her love, he turned into a poet,
And poetry, flowed, as the two souls met,
And so a son, went to fight for his first mother,
For his soil, and country, leaving behind another.

RUTHLESS..!!

As the night sky saw an unsettled air,

Awoke in bed, the kingdom’s heir,

Just last night, the kingdom he did earn,

His father, still, “fresh” in the urn

Covered head to toe, he sneaked out that night,

Wrote a letter, to give to his knight,

Stopped though, by the fair maid,

Shown a sharp dagger, silent she was made

The letter, in bold words, was to alert the cops,

For the knight to plead guilty, hide evidence of the corpse,

The knight’s lovely wife, met the heir at the ball,

She begged, and cried, he could see her bawl

To pacify her then, he began his ode,

Listed the things, which to him they owed,

The heir, hears no woe, no pray,

Powerful eyes, simply find his prey

He believed in no wrong, and no right,

Ordered the wife, to plan the final rite,

He promised, she would find her husband in one piece,

After this ultimate sacrifice, he would leave her in peace

He left then, at the break of the morn,

The plan, was to play as if in mourn,

He waited around, for the news of whether,

When the scroll came, onset new weather

And so, by the end of the coming week,

The mighty were recruited, he killed the weak,

Evil laughter echoed as the wind whirled,

On the throne, sat, the ruthless ruler of the world.