on rare days
when I end the eclipsing
of my own humanity
with that that is not
or maybe is less
and is similar
to a generous allowance
of too much peace
a semblance of deconstruction
brick by brick
I will make even
the most blessed
regret his presence
through realm warping shrieks
awakening disjointed logic
of failures and truth
relayed through eons
of oral tales
that were mumbled
carried like rushing water
tides of blood lines
wrought of disappointments
do not risk
your presence here
Gone are the days when faded meant old;
Worn out, expired, out of touch;
When clothes had an expiring date;
Starting with the moment they get their first wash;
Things were only appreciated when they looked new;
Why is it that the weight of my culture
Can be scaled down
And lost amidst translations
Generated from a Google Toolbar
Ask Starbucks to take a back seat on their “Chai lattes”
Because originality does not seem like their forte.
A delicate haldi doodh mixture-
A recipe for cold passed down from generations,
Is now validated because Jarrow Formulas decided to term it “Golden milk”?
One thing I really hate about writing is writer’s block. On the other hand, I can say that whenever I go through writer’s block, I always feel as if I have come back stronger than before and with pieces just as strong. Getting out of writer’s block tends to be a long process for me. Where all of my poems are typed up, some poems do start written on a piece of paper and that is my cure to writer’s block. The relevance between writer’s block and this post is that I was actually experiencing it when I wrote this. With a very good friend of mine (of the Instagram kind) who was also experiencing writer’s block, we decided to collaborate. We exchanged a few lines and I was inspired by the ones she sent me and that is how “Let Love Shine” was born.
In today’s headlines: The daily millennial complains of increased apartments rents
whilst aligning carefully, his dysfunctional yellow bicycle
by the chipped paint thinner walls on his compound
This is in order create an illusion of aesthetic
but observe as he stalls, along his walk to the rent department
as to seem not too interested in the counter offer
because after all,
money is a social concept
He then proceeds to diverge
steering clear into the nearest Starbucks
as his “basic” radar goes off
sniffing the faint tinge of a chai latte in the air
He looks around in order to find more of his kind
but it seems as though the setting sun
has created a labyrinth of hues
which has now distracted the Vine cultured millennials
off their 6-second attention span
They proceed to whip out their iPhone 7’s
that weighs just as much as a pocket watch they could possibly be hiding
in their plaid pant pockets
in order to take an Instagram picture
of a half tilted take away cup in Valencia
Remember always, the millennial motto:
If you place your possessions by an aesthetically pleasing background
make sure to always double-check
that they are colour coordinated and bizarre
because why be rational when you can be irrational?
Life experiences encompass of multitudes of trial and error. In this world of growth, we become a speckle, a drop of water which falls from the tap. Sometimes this drop goes straight into the dark tunnel and through to the other side. Or, sometimes, we are that drop which when it reaches to land, deviates away. There are two things that can happen. The drop which takes the path of going through the dark tunnel actually uses this darkness as its lantern. It faces its darkness, both internally and externally and is ready to face the light (at the end of the tunnel) with its own light. But this may not always be the case. This drop may get stuck in the tunnel, and as a consequence may allow the darkness to overwhelm it. What can this do? This can cause the drop to become bitter. In the other scenario of where the drop deviates from the tunnel, it is actually deviating from its darkness, going with the flow. It allows itself to be swept along the current, facing life without actually facing its wrongs. Is this healthy? Of course, it is not. But, it is reality for many to choose the path of ignoring their darkness and refusing change.
Sometimes the darkness is our lantern. But it all depends on how brightly we choose to light this lantern if we choose to light it at all.
Written by: Soshinie Singh
“Appreciate the fact that you are breathing“, you say.
I don’t respond. I am gasping for air beneath my tears. You seem concerned and confused as to how to handle my breakdown. In this situation, we exchange roles from you trying to soothe my shivering body to me consoling you; nodding my head, barely managing an “I’ll be fine.” We both know that fine will not come soon.
On days like these I do not need your logic. I need the warmth in your hands and your chest to remind me that I’m not just “breathing” alone. I need your eyes to convey your love into mine. I need your understanding, not your replies. God sometimes sends people to us when we are drowning, you stand close and unsure of how to offer your hand. Simply open your arms. I will retreat into them, unravel my self back into fragile skin to fill them. Tell me that you are here to pull me back ashore. Stay holding me long after these tears run dry.
– Samihah Pargas
– Instagram : @Shadesofherink
Backs turned to me, posted at each corner. Waiting. On the lookout for what is to come or what may come. Protecting the citadel I think (ah, that would be me, folks).