War

Heroes speak of battle scars,

Knives and bullets that seared their skin,

The blood they spilled,

And the lives they lost. 

Little do they know about 

The wounds that words can cause.

They don’t know of all the haters 

The cowards behind masks,

And the sordid whispers they wield.

Lately, the battlegrounds have shifted

And wars are camouflaged in civilisation. 

© Abirami

Inside Out

I write away my sorrow

It is the only way I know.

Spilling ink thicker than blood.

Leaving behind words in place of scars. 

They said, Be the change and the world will follow.

I pretend to be reborn.

I tell myself that I am the change.

And the world did follow,

On Instagram to mock at my expense.

Some people see a few familiar faces and call it home.

What if I need to look at hearts and not faces?

When I look through those chunks of rock

Will I still be able to tell them apart?

This mind of mine colourfully black and white,

Scatters them into piles of two

They all judge me for my depth

Some look at my pockets and some my poetry. 

© Abirami

Unfinished Drafts

Voices fill up my drafts

Unfinished thoughts that haunt my soul.

They drift around in an ocean of their likeness

Waiting to be turned into masterpieces of perfection. 

Blinding flashes of joy and nerve wrecking misery,

All wedged into flimsy pieces of paper.

I stand in the eye of the hurricane.

My storm of endless musing,

The bittersweet catastrophe of my choosing. 

© Abirami 

Day and Night

A raging ball of fire slowly slips into the shadows. The darkness embraces the light, and gives birth to the night. The gold turns to silver, all the noises now merely a quiver. 

I hear nothing. 

I see no-one. 

I am relieved. 

Little by little the dark fades into lighter shades, the moon leaves to light the sun ablaze. The world comes to life and with it, it’s strife. 

I hear lies.

I see liars.

I am betrayed. 

© Abirami. 

The Girl in Love

You wield your cold, steely eyes like a deadly weapon.

Each stare is a merciless stab to the heart.

As I bleed out from the gaping wound,

Nobody comes to rescue the girl in love.

Every touch sends chills down my spine,

You suffocate me with your smouldering smile,

As I pant out of breath,

Nobody comes to rescue the girl in love.

You are my ocean of endless trust,

In you I drown, with complete submission.

As I enslave my heart to you,

Nobody comes to rescue the girl in love.

© Abirami

Why?

A tiny speck of dust, I, float in measureless oceans of space. All I am is a vacant stare amidst a seemingly sophisticated world where I will never belong. Lost in a trance in a crowd doing the happy dance. Will faking a smile earn me an offer to stay? I never think twice about the price I’ve had to pay. Yes there was once a time when I would have liked to be understood. The time when I gave up reality for delusion, endorsing a new attitude and a made up passion. You see, the safety of monotony can mask the missing happiness.

© Abirami

Everest. 

Words of my Youth

​I feel like

I am too broken…

Too many pieces of myself

Litter

The windows to

My soul,

Held down by false gravity.

& I am trying

As much as I can

To push through the veil

But the world…

The world takes & breaks.

& even when I thought

The sky

Could bear me

I learnt what it meant

To be a mountain…

To be stronger & taller than

Everything else

Was to be prepared

To be the

Coldest.

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