This poem is pure fire unraveling the burning emotions that have been suppressed in me for so many years. I know this poem will create a lot of friction; I might be blacklisted as I’m bringing up the “hush-hush” matter to the surface. I don’t believe in playing fake games & I don’t believe in fake relations. I do believe in karma and no one can run away from it. The words are simply flowing in me just like the blood stream. I’m not driven by rage but it’s about putting the matter out in space.
This is a sensual poem I wrote for a change. It’s about how I’ll progress towards a woman from the fantasy world. It’s about flirt, love & lust.
This poem is also related to my previous poem called Lies. Since decades, a lie had been running in the family. The elders thought I didn’t know the real story. They have been selling & telling the story of their good deed but the real story was never told. I have to put a stop to that, to say enough is enough. Suffering, pain, sacrifice & trauma are the main reasons to write this poem; not just mine but my whole family.
Sometimes we want to be a character, a fantasy, which we are not in reality as it could be close to impossible to find oneself. If we dig deeper, we’ll find the God that we try to search everywhere but within ourselves.
It’s Diwali or one can say Deepawali time in India. My way of wishing family and friends to clean the skeletons from their closet but not just cleaning the house. It’s the festival of lights, joy and victory of good over evil.
This poem uncovers the lies that I’ve been told all my life. Sometimes people live in self-denial & want to believe & live the lie. My folk’s biggest sacrifice was twisted to the biggest lie, to come up as the saviour; Godly like. The pain, the suffering, the tears, the trauma was overlooked in the name of lies.