Remembrance

We live in a crazy world. Let’s be crazy diamonds, the ones that are crystalized from the immense pressure of being alive! Shine no, crazy diamonds.

Here's another spoken word poetry. Loving them...

I am not an addiction for you, Nor a toxic waste, I am the oxygen that you breathe.

 Another spoken word poetry... 

Attempted to narrate spoken word poetry for the first time ever. Looking forward to brickbats and bouquets. *Sarcasm alert*  The poem is a treatise based on generic human behaviour. Written & Narrated by Asha Dey

Your questions remain unanswered As the debate is dead Your words are unpolished As the finesse is gone Your eyes refuse to see As the truth is no longer blunt Your speech is unfinished As the rebel has lost the cause   Your spark doesn't brighten the world As the will is in slumber Your fight for your causes waned As the naivety got crushed Your love is within bounds As the soul has lost its friend Your laughter always has a reason As no one dares to say what they want to say   At times the self rebels Rears its head To tell you That It is there As is Buried somewhere Under the pile of words Which were once spoken Once heard   Now There is only silence.

We, the privileged, The ones who have roofs over our heads Food on our plates Clothes in our cupboards  Water in our taps Light in our homes. We, the privileged, The ones who are locked inside our houses Cooking new recipes each day Posting videos of the sky, moon and stars Tagging each other to take on inane challenges Netflixing, chatting, dancing and some more ings. We, the privileged, The one who are counting days To go out once again To visit our favourite hangouts  To enjoy movies at IMAX To post selfies with our gourmet meals. We, the privileged, The ones who barely see The underbelly that lives below our fancy balconies  Eating what they get Wearing what they have Sleeping where they can. We, the privileged. Image source: Engin_Akyurt ( https://pixabay.com/photos/black-chocolate-paint-painting-2773006/ )

Kuch dhundlayi hui si yaadoo mein kuch khojne ki koshish, har baar us ek modh par le ati hain jiska zikr na tum karna cahate ho na mein. Phir kyu, roz hum yeh socchte hain, ki kuch toh hain, un dhundlayi hui si yaadoo mein... Aur kabhi yuin hi, bina daastak diye, har us baat ka zikr ho jata hai jinhe humne ek bare se sandook mein samet ke rakha hai, jiski chabbi ek muddaat hue kho gayi hain... Jaab woh band pitara khulta hai, kisi zikr pe hum hustein hain, kisi pe chuppi sadh lete hain, lekin woh ek zikr na tum karte ho na mein, jo hain kahi dabi hui un dhundlayi hui si yaadoo mein...

I had lost my voice In the din of crowd Among those people Who lusted for power They wounded me badly Scalded my flesh With hot iron rods Of crude words and phrase. I endured them still Waiting it to end one day The day their soul Will call for peace But noise is all That they knew Used it in force To drown my voice. They shouted And shouted The tempo was up I have had enough And told them to Shut up Now I know a peace so rare It ties my heart to the sky up there.

If she was a queen She would have swaggered down the street Sashaying her attitude But, that's not her She is what she is A sweetheart She is dreamy but believes in being an achiever She is emotional but hides her expressions She is sensitive but prefers to be practical She is patient but also immature She is intelligent but makes silly mistakes She is lovely but gets cynical too She desires but sacrifices easily She advises others but follows none Her heart is simple but head is strong She cannot be a ruthless queen Because she is what she is A sweetheart.

We are all actors Some best and some really bad We... Hide our scars behind flawless photos Hide our tears behind hearty laughter Hide our fears behind adventurous acts Hide our loneliness behind a group selfie Hide our love behind some puny puns We hide us from us behind a mask we wear everyday... Unmask... Be you. Live today. Live now.  Life is slipping by each moment.

The oddball rolled by Gathering no moss Smooth and round It reached a lake Crystal clear and blue. Curious eyes spotted it And picked it to inspect Round it was from end to end With one dent in the middle Which was enough for the oddball To be thrown into the lake.

As I shed an old me And close some chapters forever I stare at the blank page and wonder What should I begin here The empty spaces The hollowness The rawness of my self Makes me me That one true self I had never been able to be I know I will stumble I know I will fall I know I will make mistakes But walk I must Walk the line With courage and faith within And along the way I will find everything I truly ever deserved A new beginning I am writing now And I am writing it only with love.

I wish someone to serenade me With a beautiful song less known, I wish someone to travel with me To the very edge of the world, I wish someone to read to me A poem that touches the heart, I wish someone to be with me When I look at the moon & the stars, I wish someone to enjoy with me The cool breeze, clouds & rain, I wish someone to look at me And find his soul in mine.