Wreeto's Thoughts

When the evening sun turns all bloody, The hero on screen mutters, “True love doesn’t exist.” They say, “You’re the one I want to die with... Spend forever with... When I close my eyes, you’re the only one I see.” So romantic, they are. But I’ve closed my eyes a thousand times... And all I ever see is the afterglow— fading, quiet, unresolved. But when the bleeding sun bleeds no more, When silence spreads like mist, I remember... Your fingers, gently parting my weary hair, The way you’d tuck the blanket over me On cold, unkind nights. How you’d offer me the last piece of chocolate, Though the box was still full— as if the gesture alone had meaning. Your breasts—not seduction, But a place to die peacefully, Head resting there as though war were done, As though I were a child in a cradle, Eyes locked on a mysterious wind chime, Swaying with secrets. Your arms—fortresses from the tales of old. Your scolding face, the one even cigarettes feared. The tight-l...

  Have you ever felt that you’re lost And every doors around you, locked. Have you ever felt like running straight into the fire Because someone wants to see you burn... Sometimes its not your choice, or is it Your choice to be chosen Have you ever followed a mirage Or an illusion, because it helps you to hope, dream Have you ever walked down a road That, you knew, leads to “nothing” Have you ever trusted the past, the present and the future Because you feared the “truth” might snatch your smiling soul... Have you ever thought about hiding yourself Within your own shadow, - by wreetojyoti

Should I believe in God ? This question has always haunted me. God is a supreme power. Omniscient, omnipotent. The Tsunami that destroyed Japan, the hurricane Katrina, the previous tsunamis all were “God’s will” and “nature’s rule”. “karma” says some. Let’s come all the way from this macrocosm to microcosm. Our regular life. Each one of us expects “justice” but in turn do so many injustices to others. There’s an invisible battle going on throughout. We become a part of this battle since the first time we take our first step outside our house, away from the care of our parents into this harsh world. We all have been through lots of hardships, struggles, humiliations, betrayals, in our life, and the most interesting fact about us all is we all think that “no one will ever know and can understand what I’ve been through”. Of course it’s true that different people have different kind of experiences in their respective lives. Some have endured a lot o...

...And I Don't Repent I don’t repent I’m proud of my scars, daily perspiration Every evening, hunger penetrates me My hands, breasts, shoulders turn wet. I will not repent The bed of roses always had their thorns thousand Inflammations, like kisses… I’ve danced naked into the night I’ve cried over my piers, each time I burned. Unheard.. I’ve jested over my path of vengeance I’m a mother, I’m a life … I’m the reflection that is envisioned over my child With the scars. I … don’t want to repent, I care no more. I’ve relaxed over my satisfaction, I’ve learned to quench my thirst. And when Every evening, hunger penetrates me I think of the night, the sunny fields, the starry sky That once was mine… that I deserved and I don’t repent. - by wreetojyoti _____________________________________________________________________ Laaga Chunari Mein Daag Manvaa Mein Mere Aandhi Hai Uthi, Aur Stabd...

The cold breeze of late November The old dusty road deserted... Disgrace With the beggar begging grounds Concealed excruciation behind every face The winter reminds the morns of summer.. Torn pages of hope rots and weeps, you can’t even hear Smiles like creams plastered all over you Soporific memories make fun of your fear … The sky never answers the “why me?” Despoiled puerility searches for you at last The new born, in your womb still hopes, dreams But to you, chocolate tastes like lust … - by wreetojyoti

For the last few days, I had noticed a star at the north west of my sky Today I couldn’t find it out there... gone! Never really wished it to stay though. The place was lonely, the North West (well from my location). Good for it. It blinked, sometimes steady. Difficult to predict the color.. red, blue, or white .. Twinkled brightly, sometimes dull, like the smile of a confused man or the temper of a baby. Each day I tried to place it under any of the constellations.. never really could I decide. May be she found it by herself … The North West .. much darker …. Today …….. - by Wreetojyoti

Drenched crows, the abnormally self coiffed mango tree Waters splayed through the window shed, then the glasses till it reaches my gloomy thoughts I don't like the rain, neither the rain likes me My maneuver to wash off the past, the rain spoils it all.. all dampened again. The captured kite beguiled by the branches died as thousand drops pierced through its body. The rain reminds me of all the unanswered replies that should have at least countered a "hello". They never got in. I don't like the rain, neither the rain likes me. Still when it rains, when the sky fades, the water-drenched branches turn darker and darker the procession of the raindrops advance down the shed                                                                                  grills, glasses m...