I had stormed out
in trying to contain myself
from becoming what we
never wanted us to be
Furious, I channeled myself
into anything that could make you mad
I smoked the nastiest cigarettes
spilled over the cheapest wine
and drugged the hell out of myself
And then when it seemed
like there was nothing more left for the night
except heading home
I decided I wouldn’t
The next 6 months
I went street to street
making a misery of myself
Until one day when I decided
to return so that you could now see
what a mess you had made of me
Only that I never returned to you
And now every night
as I clutch your pillow
and howl myself to sleep
I wonder if you came after me
when I had stormed out
And each time I find myself
mumbling a yes
I die a thousand times over
to claw my way back to you.
Shared by Animesh Ganguly (@penningdownthemind)
I've been to too many funerals.
Too many 'I think we're done'
And 'This should end'
have caused fatalities for all of us
At least each one of you has made it to the ceremony
With a letter of hate in hand
And a fist forming in another
I have seen too many goodbyes
Instead of lowering love down slowly
Into a hole in the ground
I have seen it being buried alive
With a solemn dumping of memories over it to silence its screams
I have seen too many leave,
as I begin to speak
Before Cupid, old, performs the last rites
Just then I have wanted to fall into the
pit and be quietened
But it's no surprise, that when the rain stops
And lilies start growing on the earth
that now covers what we'd built
I go back every time to the massive graveyard,
how many more deaths will it take me
to feel alive.
By Sagnik Patra (@spatra5274)
Dear Privileged Class
A lot of discussions have been going around about female comedians making jokes just about sexual harassment, bras, boobs, periods etc. etc. Yes, I agree and I am grateful that you noticed. Instead of criticizing the content if we look from their side, we will find that women have to struggle even for their basic rights sometimes, i.e. freedom of speech. This content proves that they have been struggling for years and they still are. Why? Because they weren't born with something as privileging as we were. I guess, A penis?
For an artist, their art form is a way to express. When they are performing their art that entire timeframe belongs to them and at the end either you can acknowledge the art or criticize it. Penetration of comedy to a deeper level as in this case is not the right way to judge the content. If so, then there are several comedians talking about girls as objects, designed for the male gaze. Yup, that is how harsh the truth sounds if I make it sound like that. Dismissing someone because you are not able to follow their content is not a logistic option.
In the end, if you still feel your privilege to be diminishing. Just live and let live.
Written by Harsh Kumar (@fiction_kumar)
Dear my ex best friend,
Since childhood we had so many arguments, so many problems. We used to say "I don't want to talk to you anymore." but would easily patch up the very next day.
Remember? But what happened that day when you said the same thing and we never talked since then? Maybe..maybe Maturity played it's part.
I just saw you giggling and talking with your new group of friends near the street corner while I was coming back home after the whole day. I just thought to say 'Hi' but just then I controlled my excitement and just went past slowly. I just thought that you might be irritated so I just ignored. Yeah, I saw you looking at me but you never asked me anything. When your friends asked 'Who was he?', you said something and they bursted out in laughter. Maybe it was something funny but I still put up a smile and went away slowly. My heart was just crying... Remember those nights when you would call me and cried your heart out? I was there. But now, I am all alone. The nights are spent by thinking our past memories.
I still have that bad habit of taking out two bottles of Beer, thinking maybe you may join me. Realisation tells me 'Make it one.' I still miss your abusives...your hugs...your care...and Everything... When we were kids you were my savior in every situation since you knew that I was a 'stupid'. I couldn't do anything properly. And now I had to do everything all Alone. Yeah it's tough but I manage it anyway. haha... But all that's important that you are Happy...That's what all I want.
Time changes everything. Yes, it does. :) I still Love you just like I used to do. Call me anytime, I'll be by your side. Stay happy.
Written by Sagnik Patra (@spatra5274)
A girl gets raped and you say, "It's the fault of her dress. The short dresses she wear leads to such incidents". No, it's not the dress but your mentality which is at fault, which leads to these horrifying events. Because not only a girl in mini–skirt was raped but a girl in her burqa also had to go through the same. A girl who in her 20's was raped and also a girl who was 5, experienced the same.
You say they are the Laxmi of the house. The same woman is burnt to death by her husband's family. You want to know why? Because her parents weren't able to buy him a car which was demanded in dowry. You say you are educated, you have a class and so you deserve the dowry. Wait, I think you took the concept of barter a bit too seriously.
Barter - Exchange one commodity for the other.
So, basically you sold yourself to the girl in exchange of dowry. Cheers to you.
You want a girl to get married. You want her so that you can quench your thirst for lust. You want a girl to feed you and your family, wash all your dirty clothes but you have always prayed and bribed the God for a baby boy. You killed the girl child in the womb itself and then you worship Goddess Laxmi, Durga and Kali. Irony at it's best.
Actually, you all don't have any fault in these incidents. It's us, the people who call ourselves educated, responsible and what not. We all just know how to light a candle and chant same old slogans we used to a decade back and then sleep like nothing has happened.
I will see you'll again, when there will be another incident making to the headlines. Till then, you can continue sleeping.
Written by Asif Raza (@_a_s_if_)
Akanksha Singh (@akankshasingh_09) writes an open letter to #LongLostFriend
Dear long lost Friend,
It was by chance that I landed up looking at our old photographs today. I could feel myself being engulfed in the feelings of oneness. Those flashbacks running through my mind left me teary eyed. Pangs of nostalgia had struck me really hard. While walking down the memory lane, I realised how long it has been since the last time we met. I am in a state of complete SHOCK. Dude, how could we lose each other's contact! We were such good friends. I still remember all the memories we had created together. I so wish I could go back to those days. No fights. No arguments. Then why the hell did we drift apart? Well it was none of our faults. We had different priorities and eventually our hectic schedules took a toll on us. All along battling with the hardships life posed upon us, we forgot that we are losing each other.
Well, better late than never. It's time to forget everything and start afresh. Let bygones be bygones. I believe whenever we are gonna meet, we'll have a bang! It will be exactly like how two very good friends meet.
This FRIENDSHIP DAY let us cherish our old bond and try to create some more memories too. Also, we need to click some good photographs of us. We look really bad in those old ones. Hope we meet soon. Big big hug to you.
A Friend Who Eagerly Wants To Meet You.