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Metamorphosis

Saturday, January 29, 2011, 5:38 PM

For she who dreamed with eyes wide open,

Reality became mere notion
She lay curled in foetal position,

In the womb of a Utopia of personal cognition

Indifferent, languishing in this gilded cage,

The forsaken watched the other-world rage

A peaceful existence she led in this entrapment,

These self-inflicted confines of detachment

Until something in her world went amiss

She yearned for warmth, longed for a kiss

A dozen winters passed, many a spring sprung

Still she ached to dance, catch a snowflake on her tongue

Smothered by a fabric of her own construct

Asphyxiated, she started to self-destruct

Questioning the change she’d begun to affect,

Delving inwards, she began to introspect

She emerged wielding the sword for her redemption,

Rusty chains were slashed, arms freed from constriction

Breaking out of herself, fingers stretched to the sky

New wings were unfurled, it was time to fly.

©Akanksha Chauhan

By Yujimbo on deviantArt.com

Labels: metamorphosis, poem

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You Know Me

Wednesday, January 5, 2011, 6:02 PM

I am a godless heathen

That breathes the scent of death

With a voice like a pagan hymn

An amorphous existence

Shrouded in black robes of fear

A thousand full moons have waned

Into my silent eternal darkness

I have stalked you since your birth

Peering into my satanic scry

Courtesy: Zencefilruhu on deviantArt.com

I have seen the travails of life

Batter a soul that once exuded

The inexorable stench of joy

And when you abandoned hope

Unwittingly letting your guard down

To my stealthy subliminal attack

My sadistic being exalted

I slithered into your subconscious

Creeping under the crevices

Of a frail weathered mind

I probed the tendrils of your thought

And devouring the despair therein

I grew stronger and stronger

From the sinews of a troubled psyche

I fashioned gloom, wrought helplessness

You turned into my marionette!

Whimsically, I pulled some strings

And your knuckles whitened

Clutching the gun’s shiny metal

Index finger slowly pulled the trigger

BOOM! A scarlet spray of blood

My name is Suicide, and you my dear are

...Dead.

©Akanksha Chauhan (2011)

Labels: dark, poem, suicide

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For the times they are a-changin’...

Monday, January 3, 2011, 3:01 AM

To sum up 2010 in one word, I’d say volatile.

This year we were turned into unsuspecting guinea-pigs of some twisted science experiment. Hell yes, I could totally relate to the little furries as I watched my friends and I snatched out of our comfortable oblivion and thrust in the middle of a spinning wheel. Though we could sustain the torque to keep the wheel spinning i.e. live on, we were dizzied by the speed at which the pieces seemed to be falling apart even as the scientists smirked watching us suffer. Emotions seemed to explode in me like the exothermic reactions being carried out by those evil test tube-totting scientists. I endured.

This year brings with it a fresh promise. A reprieve from the clutches of those sadistic jailors is in the offing. The memories shall however linger, brought to the fore from time to time by clipped ears, a souvenir of the lab-rats’ unwanted sojourn. But at last we shall scamper free!

Hello, 2011!

Labels: new year, rantings, S.P.A.

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Twilight Shine Bright

Sunday, January 2, 2011, 4:56 PM

Sitting by twilight
With only a lone star in sight

She contemplates her fate

And some doubts that refuse to abate

Flitting from the subconscious

To the conscious
Hazy recollections of unshed tears
And veiled fears

A face so impassive, once in a while
Is punctuated by half a smile
Reminiscing the days
Of careless laughter and wild ways

Locks as dark as a raven strewn so
To conceal a furrowed brow
And strange concoctions of emotion
Bubbling over an inferno of her own creation

Remnants of what has been
Lay hidden amid shadows, unseen
Staring at the moonlit awning overhead
Light brown eyes betray the unsaid
©Akanksha Chauhan (2009)

Labels: dark, introspective, poem, twilight

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My Angels

, 4:54 PM

We’ve all been told of immortal flying saints
Guardian angels some call them
Silent sentinels soaring unnoticed in our midst
I saw their picture today on a box of Christmas cookies and crème
And through a half-munched cookie thought
If truly someone out there is looking after me
Why do I still stumble? Why do I hurt?
If only we could abandon sanity and roam carefree
Complacent, knowing there would be somebody
To pick up the pieces after every fall
A comforting shoulder to lean on until
Once again we’d be able to stand and walk tall
This slight shadow of doubt soon left
Replaced by a glow exuding happiness that came
With the discovery of who my angels were
Sweetened by a smile, the leftover cookie hardly tasted the same
©Akanksha Chauhan (2009)

Labels: angels, friendship, poem

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Symbiotic

, 4:46 PM

Clever concoctions of words were

Poured down the throats of the unwilling

Momentarily placating

Their articulate ripples finally faded

Leaving behind placid plane of reflection

And peaceful recollection

What then did the eloquent see?

Could they reason with their self?

Face a forlorn soul tucked in an icy shelf?

Trapped in an alien world

Individuality succumbed to need

The blackest day it was indeed

For the links were forged in blind furnace of dark

But how long can the shackles last

Incessantly assailed by the past?

Struggling wings will break free

Glorious ascensions of the esoteric

Will lift them high above the symbiotic.

©Akanksha Chauhan (2010)

Labels: philosophical, poem, symbiotic

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Metamorphosis

Saturday, January 29, 2011, 5:38 PM

For she who dreamed with eyes wide open,

Reality became mere notion
She lay curled in foetal position,

In the womb of a Utopia of personal cognition

Indifferent, languishing in this gilded cage,

The forsaken watched the other-world rage

A peaceful existence she led in this entrapment,

These self-inflicted confines of detachment

Until something in her world went amiss

She yearned for warmth, longed for a kiss

A dozen winters passed, many a spring sprung

Still she ached to dance, catch a snowflake on her tongue

Smothered by a fabric of her own construct

Asphyxiated, she started to self-destruct

Questioning the change she’d begun to affect,

Delving inwards, she began to introspect

She emerged wielding the sword for her redemption,

Rusty chains were slashed, arms freed from constriction

Breaking out of herself, fingers stretched to the sky

New wings were unfurled, it was time to fly.

©Akanksha Chauhan

By Yujimbo on deviantArt.com

Labels: metamorphosis, poem

You Know Me

Wednesday, January 5, 2011, 6:02 PM

I am a godless heathen

That breathes the scent of death

With a voice like a pagan hymn

An amorphous existence

Shrouded in black robes of fear

A thousand full moons have waned

Into my silent eternal darkness

I have stalked you since your birth

Peering into my satanic scry

Courtesy: Zencefilruhu on deviantArt.com

I have seen the travails of life

Batter a soul that once exuded

The inexorable stench of joy

And when you abandoned hope

Unwittingly letting your guard down

To my stealthy subliminal attack

My sadistic being exalted

I slithered into your subconscious

Creeping under the crevices

Of a frail weathered mind

I probed the tendrils of your thought

And devouring the despair therein

I grew stronger and stronger

From the sinews of a troubled psyche

I fashioned gloom, wrought helplessness

You turned into my marionette!

Whimsically, I pulled some strings

And your knuckles whitened

Clutching the gun’s shiny metal

Index finger slowly pulled the trigger

BOOM! A scarlet spray of blood

My name is Suicide, and you my dear are

...Dead.

Labels: dark, poem, suicide

For the times they are a-changin’...

Monday, January 3, 2011, 3:01 AM

To sum up 2010 in one word, I’d say volatile.

Hello, 2011!

Labels: new year, rantings, S.P.A.

Twilight Shine Bright

Sunday, January 2, 2011, 4:56 PM

Sitting by twilight
With only a lone star in sight

She contemplates her fate

And some doubts that refuse to abate

Flitting from the subconscious

To the conscious
Hazy recollections of unshed tears
And veiled fears

A face so impassive, once in a while
Is punctuated by half a smile
Reminiscing the days
Of careless laughter and wild ways

Locks as dark as a raven strewn so
To conceal a furrowed brow
And strange concoctions of emotion
Bubbling over an inferno of her own creation

Remnants of what has been
Lay hidden amid shadows, unseen
Staring at the moonlit awning overhead
Light brown eyes betray the unsaid
©Akanksha Chauhan (2009)

Labels: dark, introspective, poem, twilight

My Angels

, 4:54 PM

Labels: angels, friendship, poem

Symbiotic

, 4:46 PM

Clever concoctions of words were

Poured down the throats of the unwilling

Momentarily placating

Their articulate ripples finally faded

Leaving behind placid plane of reflection

And peaceful recollection

What then did the eloquent see?

Could they reason with their self?

Face a forlorn soul tucked in an icy shelf?

Trapped in an alien world

Individuality succumbed to need

The blackest day it was indeed

For the links were forged in blind furnace of dark

But how long can the shackles last

Incessantly assailed by the past?

Struggling wings will break free

Glorious ascensions of the esoteric

Will lift them high above the symbiotic.

Labels: philosophical, poem, symbiotic