Author Archives: StutiJ

This is Not When Lives Fall Apart

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This is not the kind of heartache lovers feel
When lives fall apart,
but it is heartache I feel when
I’m wrong

and there is nothing I can do to make it right.

This is not the kind of love that moves mountains
when lives fall apart,
but it is love I feel when
I call out to my insides

and the heart knows it should want only what it can have.

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“Most of us are not so strong. What is humor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms? Or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory and our great tragedy.”

― George R.R. Martin

Quote: A Song of Fire & Ice

Lone Bodies

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Lone light in my eyes,

the end of the mud path.

Lone sound of my shoe

drowning in a brown puddle.

 

Lone dance on a stage

from a practised mind

Lone dance without a stage

from an euphoric heart.

 

Lone clicking of the tongue

killing the violent silence.

Lone blinking of the eyelids –

we are only slaves of our bodies.

 

Lone stretching arms

in protest to the routine

Lone book flung on the floor

same letters, same lines, same spaces.

 

A lone pen writes,

no one notices.

I see the lone wolf cry,

but no one notices

the same painful roar

strangling their voices.

 

I had posted this poem a while back but I felt like going back to it and fixing it. So here it is again, all better 🙂

Education

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Everything I have grown up believeing in summed up pretty well by the artist. Children aren’t blank slates you can fill your desires in, they can colour themselves… strokes of red and magenta, faces smiling and faces in thought.

I was always hell bent on finding my way and I think I am still painting the mural that is me. Let everyone have that freedom. The poem below yearns for this freedom: Do not tell me what to be, tell me how I can be best at what I want to be.

My fate is not engraved

On the stone of life

 

Why do others decide?

How do they have the right?

 

I write my own story

As I grow

 

I build myself each moment,

With each fact I encounter, each person I know

 

Stronger than the stone

Who tried to decide what I should be

 

I stand here today,

Self-written, independent and free

 

Let the bounds that hold you break.

Let the shell you are in degrade,

 

Forget the engravement and you’ll clearly see

Who you really wish to be.