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Pain

Tic-tac tic-tac. Time doesn’t wait.

Somebody press my head to the ground,

Heated by a flamboyant sun,

And with a Thor-like hammer shatter it.

To make me stop thinking about this situation.

Will you never say “no” ? Won’t you rebel someday?

Somebody make me discover the heights of scarification.

Feeling the rupture of my cutaneous layers

Seeing my blood rushing outside, to new world

Somebody please make me feel greater pain than despair.

Somebody make me know the delights of a whip.

This pain will certainly make me forget

your (planned) destiny.

Damn it, we’re talking about Our future – Our life

Won’t you fight for me too?

Won’t you prove them how strong is our love?

Will you always be the influenced one?

Will you always be “THAT FISH caught in THAT NET”?

Someone squeeze my neck with his hands,

so hard that I enjoy the lack of oxygen,

and put my head in water so I’m drowning (for real).

I’m sure that would make me forget my feelings for this place.

You know better. Yet you decide not to do better.

I suppose life in here will always be that way.

You can’t fight your family, can you?

I can’t take you away from your life, can I?

After all, I am the one coming from far away.

In this place, people can’t live their lives.

They live by the script written by their family.

I do not want to keep expecting,

Because I know, sooner or later you will capitulate to the rule.

Somebody.. please.. make me feel extreme pain

So I don’t see you evaporate from my future.

Tic-tac tic-tac. Time doesn’t wait..

To get to your arranged

Engagement.

Connection

There is not a place
Where you feel accepted!
There is not a place
You feel loved!
There is not a place
You don’t feel left!
Well, you forgot it’s a cruel world
People are not what they say!

There is not a place
You find silence!
There is not a place
Where your not broken!
There is not a place
You don’t question!
Forgot,it’s still the same place
guess you can never leave!

There is not a place
Your not numb!
There is not a place
You don’t miss that someone!
There is not a place
Your not neglected!
Guess you’ll always be this way
Despite wanting to change!

Poem by Isha Mehta

You

           How do I tell you that since the first time I saw you, I’m in you.

And that every time I tell you I love her

I mean you.

Words have never been my strength.

Well, neither have actions.

And I know that being the little shy fish around you won’t help me much (because fish don’t talk).

I need to be bold. I need to be funny.

But when I try to be a gentleman, I always embarrass myself and I feel vulnerable

Because when you laugh.. at me..

I can feel my blood flowing in my veins

I can feel the earth rotating and revolving around the sun

My whole organism shuts down

And in my head it’s all metallic(a)

Nothing else matters.

If only you could understand the real life synonym of my “take care”.

And if only I could

act out all the things that I write in my Haikus.

I would someday come to you from behind and say: Good morning sunshine!

And I would take you by the hand,

Kneel down. Look into your eyes and say

Pretty girl you mean the lungs to me.

I can’t live without you. Literally..

And I’m pretty sure that this day you would

hypothetically say you love me back.

And I’m pretty sure that this day I would

hypothetically make love to you.

But actions have never been my strength

So I made this collection of words for you to understand that I love you since the day I met you

And every time I told you “I’ll tell her someday”

I meant you.

Born sick

“What do you think of homosexuals?”

The question I encountered in recent times.

Some uphold “Homophiles were born sick”.
Some uphold “Those people do not deserve to live”.
Where do I figure in this?
How do I think of “those people’s” existence?
Should I consider them
or see them like inferior beings?
Nevertheless
How I perceive someone’s essence counts.
Homophiles should look forth for us to decide their future.
Homophiles should not progress
Before us deciding how to go on with their lives.
For this is so eminent
This is wherefore I’ve not been questioned
For solutions to solve the problem of hunger in the world
This is wherefore I’ve not been required
To provide methods to reduce the C footprint.
Oh Indeed It is correct!
So, who is sick…. who is sicker?
Who is the error of conception… Who is being God?
We’ve been concerned for centuries on issues
Which do not need to be blown out of proportion.
We’ve sold our souls to institutions promoting brotherhood
But instructing us to reject the ones in some degree different.
I would prefer to be questioned on the cummingtonite molecule
Or even nothing.
Therefore, in response to the first question I serve “No”.

Ps: If your main goal was to find out what I think of gays
I can affirm that you did not find out that this wording right up
Is a lipogram in both ‘a’ and ‘y’ and this post-script
A lipogram in ‘e’.

A minute encounter

He stares at me intently

Whenever his eyes fall on me, I smile unabashedly

I am unaware of his scrutinizing gaze

Small nudges and clutches tell me, something is awry

Realization strikes me like fresh grass being grasped

His deep eyes, as are all eyes, linger on every curve and turn

My voice becomes a hush, but now I know why I blush

His view is sparse though uninterrupted in this chaotic world

Hurriedly, I take the chance to steal a glance

He notices, smiles broadly, continues his analyses

Instinctively my back straitens

I feel the strain, but I do it for his gain

I untangle my hair, so it strangles my neck

His demeanor and allure shift

Those soothing eyes watch me like a hawk

As if a predator has set his mark on a satisfying prey

I feel vain, but I feign my disdain

His lips utter words of appreciation

The words drip in my ear like honey on my tongue

I sigh, while feeling high

He comes with all I wish for and all I want

My feelings are in piles for whom I need files

He soon realizes his efforts are futile

He turns and leaves with that idiotic smile

I feel spent

As if my body has been bent

It leaves dents

Don’t get me wrong, I was and am still flattered.

But so is the boy beside me

Poem written by Siddhima Gupta

You will not understand

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Definition of..

Establishment selling coffee, with a facility to to consume it on the premises — Definition of a café

Physical appreciation, visual impression — look

Attractive and possessing charm — Beautiful

(of a man) Attractive — Handsome

A facial expression comprised by flexing the muscles of both ends of one’s mouth — Smile

To communicate by means of speech — To talk

To view as valuable — To appreciate

To trade or barter — Exchange …. Numbers

A telephone conversation — Call

Short Message Service — SMS

Establishment selling coffee, with a facility to to consume it on the premises — Café

A prearranged social meeting — Definition of a date

An affectionate close embrace — Hug

Two people touching each other’s lips together — To kiss

A state of emotion so intense that the person is carried beyond rational thought and self-control — Ecstasy

An intense feeling of affection and care towards another person — Definition of love

Flow of charged electrons — Electricity….. In the

Atmospheric substance above the surface of the earth — Air………. From the next

Part of the day from dawn to midday — Morning……. It’s always

Call – Café – Hug – Café – Hug – Calls

SMS – Café – Kiss (or Comparative form of many — More)……. Till one day

To discover — To find out

An act of deception, fraud, trickery, imposture or imposition — Cheating

A jerk; an inappropriately mean, inconsiderate, contemptible, obnoxious,

Intrusive, or rude person — Definition of an asshole.

To shed tears — To cry

Handsome does not do beautiful things

To shed tears — To cry

No more Café – Hug – Kiss

To shed tears — To cry

To set apart or cut off from others — To isolate

Overwhelming mental anguish or grief, especially caused by loss or disappointment —

Definition of a Heartbreak.