Saturday, February 9, 2013

i'm sorry.

we are disintegrating in a barren land
well known now, to a broken man
doubting ourselves and blaming the stars
that took from us what we thought was ours

you politely ask for your love back
i cringe as your sweet voice cracks
and contorts into a soft hiss
then lean in for one last kiss

a myriad of faces, left behind
rot in the jail which is my mind
i shed a tear for i'll never find
what i'm really looking for;
your wounds are still sore 

you are but a memory
lost in the bittersweet chapters 
of a someone else's story



Friday, January 25, 2013


Every single night

I endure the flight
Of little wings of white-flamed
Butterflies in my brain
These ideas of mine
Percolate the mind
Trickle down the spine
Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze
That's when the pain comes in
Like a second skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the feelings in
Every single night's alight with my brain



What'd I say to her
Why'd I say it to her
What does she think of me
That i'm not what I ought to be
That i'm what I try not to be
It's got to be somebody else's fault
I can't get caught
If what I am is what I am, cause I does what I does
Then brother, get back, cause my breast's gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk yoke and
I just made a meal for us both to choke on
Every single night's a fight with my brain



I just want to feel everything



So i'm gonna try to be still now
Gonna renounce the mill a little while and
If we had a double-king-sized bed
We could move in it and i'd soon forget
That what I am is what I am cause I does what I does
And maybe i'd relax, let my breast shot bust open
My heart's made of parts of all that surround me
And that's why the devil just can't get around me
Every single night's alright, every single night's a fight
And every single fight's alright with my brain



I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything

fiona apple.

Friday, January 4, 2013

I am not an angry girl but it seems like I've got everyone fooled
Every time I say something they find hard to hear
They chalk it up to my anger and never to their own fear
And imagine you're a girl just trying to finally come clean
Knowing full well they'd prefer you were dirty and smiling
And I am sorry but I am not a maiden fair
And I am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere

- Not a Pretty Girl by Ani DiFranco

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

“Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a person's sexual choice is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions. Tell me what a person finds sexually attractive and I will tell you their entire philosophy of life. Show me the person they sleep with and I will tell you their valuation of themselves. No matter what corruption they're taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which they cannot perform for any motive but their own enjoyment - just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity! - an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exultation, only on the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces them to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and accept their real ego as their standard of value. They will always be attracted to the person who reflects their deepest vision of themselves, the person whose surrender permits them to experience - or to fake - a sense of self-esteem .. Love is our response to our highest values - and can be nothing else.”


― Ayn Rand

Sunday, December 23, 2012

together


I break into crystals 
at will
just because I can
crumbling into tiny prisms that glitter
refraction of light to exactitude 
that filters through my being
thereafter
nonchalantly
accumulating myself
into a bunched whole

I have ascended 
from moment when 
over any calamitous occurance
I would explode, implode, fragmentalize
or shatter to smithereens 
like splinter of shivering glass 

No more...
I shall not impair my brilliance 
by becoming sorry shard
dug in my core

I am in control

Deepika Marwah

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

insecurity

it is interesting to witness, the colorful eccentricities which characterize and ultimately become source traits for the individuals that i have been lucky (and on various circumstances rather unlucky) to include in my limited understanding of life. the complexity of the human mind, which influences human behaviour, never ceases to amaze and amuse me. i have noticed a stark change in my own habits and temperament, for example, around forces/beings newer to my lifetime, which 'radiate' the light of their own personalities - the light does not hit me and deflect, rather i absorb some of the energy and incorporate it into my own. i am not entirely sure if these defective changes of energy are cemented into permanency, however have come to the conclusion that since we are still in our formative years, our perceptions are constantly subjected to change - that is to say we have lived every moment hitherto as formless - the concrete did not exist for it to crack or crumble.

though i stand a spectator a midst these various energies, most clearly visible to me is my own energy. what exists internally is not a morbid, perverse monster afraid of being seen in its true form... rather a secretive, seductive, deeper alertness, too close to my ego and consciousness to be let out into such a dynamic environment. thus i shield myself from the blinding intensity of my surroundings, and introduce to you a dampened version of my light, that is to say a 'sane' version of myself, containing the crazy to an inconspicuous, diminutive... "spark".

for those of you who look for real light shining from the depths of any individual, it is rarely found and difficult to miss. you will instantly realize that you are in the company of those who have already understood and come to terms with who they really are. those lucky ones existing in peace with their own energies, influencing rather than being influenced, shining their sun-like rays upon everything else, only to be admired, while i continue to flicker in doubt.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

temptation, frustration
so bad it makes him cry
beneath your perfume and make up
youre just a baby in disguise
get out of here
before you have the time of your life
the time to change your mind
dont stand
dont stand so close to me
young girl, youre out of your mind
your love for me is way out of line

or
set your mind at rest
and let your dreams run free