NODUS TOLLENS

NODUS TOLLENS

One –
Heart of mine,
Gives warnings
Fragile, handle with care
But every hand
That touched till date
Blind to the words
Treated it like a rock.

Two –
My hands are full
Holding the guilt
Of every person
Who passes by,
I turn, into a fire
Everyday, to burn
Their sins.

Three –
Is the number
Of bandages
Currently on my heart
One more crack,
And my soul
Will then turn into
A burial ground
To cremate this heart.

Four –
Piercings on my body
One for each time
A family member died
My skin is worn out,
Because the wolf inside
Is raged, trying to
Unshackle from restraints.

Five –
Times I’ve tried
To hold my heart
Closer to my being,
To not give it away so easily
To not hold anyone’s guilt,
To control the wolf inside,
But this body of mine,
And its dreams
Are too good to be true.

~hridayanka

The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows is a website that has inspired me enough to be able to try writing poems which give a wider meaning to emotions than can seldom be explained. With each such poem I write, prompted by a word from this dictionary, I will be attaching the meaning so as to provide much more insight.

NODUS TOLLENSn. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters you had originally skimmed to get to the good parts, only to learn that all along you were supposed to choose your own adventure.

Artwork source – Tayla’s Instagram Handle

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ALTSCHMERZ

ALTSCHMERZ

I remember this one time
When my best friend gifted me
A cactus plant for birthday
She said the plant is like me
Thorny from outside
Softer on the inside*
Going through everything
And still surviving it all.

Since then, cactus has been
My favourite plant, ranking
Better than roses, reminding me
Constantly, that
This too shall pass.
The pain would go,
The scars would fade
And the longing will end.

But the first time when
I gave up on my dreams
I couldn’t eat, couldn’t talk
Couldn’t sleep for three days
I couldn’t find my endurance
And I couldn’t be like cactus.
The pain wasn’t vacating yet,
The scar stuck like tattoo
And the longing to make
My dreams come true
Would forever prick my heart.

I was never like cactus
I was silly to assume that,
A fish can never be a plant
And I was a fish,
Mesmerised by the water around me,
I swam like there’s no tomorrow
Until someone caught me
I jumped and jumped
But the net didn’t break
I jumped until my scars thickened
I jumped until my blood oozed out
I jumped until I could no more breathe
And then, when I could no more jump,
I gave up.

-hridayanka

Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows is a website that has inspired me enough to be able to try writing poems which give a wider meaning to emotions than can seldom be explained. With each such poem I write, prompted by a word from this dictionary, I will be attaching the meaning so as to provide much more insight.

ALTSCHMERZn. weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had—the same boring flaws and anxieties you’ve been gnawing on for years, which leaves them soggy and tasteless and inert, with nothing interesting left to think about, nothing left to do but spit them out and wander off to the backyard, ready to dig up some fresher pain you might have buried long ago.

Artwork source – Gin Noguera’s Instagram Handle

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Cryptic Glyphs

Cryptic Glyphs

This is in response to Kat’s Twittering Tale #104 where she provides a photo prompt every week with the challenge to come up with a tale in 280 characters or less.

This week’s prompt was –

Cooper had finally reached the end of the cave. Translating etchings, he realised that it was a doorway to something special. The glyphs of fishes, birds, men toiling and stars only meant a treasure deep under the river which would open, upon discovering only under the moonlight.

~ 280 characters

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Shoefiti

Shoefiti

This is in response to Kat’s Twittering Tale #103 where she provides a photo prompt every week with the challenge to come up with a tale in 280 characters or less.

This week’s photo prompt –

Tired of painting on various canvases, walls and other inanimate things, I wanted something raw, something alive. Came across a dying tree and decided that it’d be my canvas this time. I randomly tossed shoes upon it, and named the art – Shoefiti.

~247 characters

Also read – Shoe Tossing Wikipedia

Shoe tossing, the act of using shoes as projectiles or improvised weapons, is a constituent of a number of folk sports and practices. Today, it is commonly the act of throwing a pair of shoes onto telephone wires, powerlines, or other raised wires. A related practice is shoe tossing onto trees or fences.

And – Shoefiti

The practice of shoe flinging, nicknamed ‘shoefiti’, is widespread and can be found the world over, from busy city streets to the loneliest desert highways.

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Broken Barbies

Broken Barbies

This is in response to Kat’s Twittering Tale #102 where she provides a photo prompt every week with a challenge to write a tale in 280 characters or less.

This week’s prompt –

I was tired of people
telling me how Barbies are
flawless in their physique
defining every woman out there,
giving illogical beauty standards
only to increase insecurities among us.
So today, I collected
a dozen barbie dolls,
Breaking them apart into bits
until it satisfied me.

~278 characters

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FLASHOVER

FLASHOVER

You say boys don’t cry
And that it’s girly
To like certain colours
Or behave a particular way
And men shouldn’t do that
Because they are ‘men’ and
These interests make them
Less of a man.

I wonder,
If you will in the near future,
Also stop women and say,
This time, let me have a daughter,
Because it’s not manly enough
For a baby boy to come
Out of your womb.
Let the men do that,
Giving birth to a man,
Who for you, will then be
Manly enough, strong enough,
With all the behavioral instincts
That you always thought
A man should have
And more importantly, an ego
That will, like a slow poison
Destroy the complete gender.

-hridayanka

Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows is a website that has inspired me enough to be able to try writing poems which give a wider meaning to emotions than can seldom be explained. With each such poem I write, prompted by a word from this dictionary, I will be attaching the meaning so as to provide much more insight.

FLASHOVERn. the moment a conversation becomes real and alive, which occurs when a spark of trust shorts out the delicate circuits you keep insulated under layers of irony, momentarily grounding the static emotional charge you’ve built up through decades of friction with the world.

Picture Source – Riika’s Art – Instagram Handle

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