Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Over compensation



So Facebook has 56 genders now? We really are fucking with today's generation. I'm not being a sexist or genderist (doesn't exist), but do we need to over-classify our choices so much? I don't care if you dress up in a pink skirt and play hopscotch with the neighbours husband before sucking each other off and going to bed. It doesn't matter and it shouldn't to anyone else.

But this is just straying too far from the windmill. 56 genders? Really? When we were kids, we were told that half the world is women, the other half is men. It's only when hijda's came along that we even considered the third gender. That's derogatory by the way. Third gender. Using that word makes it seem like the losing fraction of the world. Okay then, what's the first gender? Men or women? Can't tell, can you? Then why the fuck does it matter? I mean, if discrimination is a human instinct does it matter if you are second or third? Or fucking 56th?

I really think we're going too far with this shit. I'm getting tired of 5 synonyms of the word Transgender. The syllables are too many and the fucking words have become so stretched out that there's abbreviations being used like MTM and FTM and CTG. And here's the thing. Most of these terms are simply synonyms. Which means they are one of those annoying words in the dictionary that would make you flip a hundred pages to find the exact meaning.

Transgender (see Neosexual)

Ok. Let's find that... N... nag... neo..,

Neosexual (see. Transsexual)

Sonofa... okay... T... transpa... transpo...

Transsexual (see. Two Spirit)

Mother fucker.

Okay, I understand that we need synonyms. I mean, how else would writing be interesting ? But, it's a gender. This is classification of the species we're talking about. And you are literally confusing the fucks out of us Facebook. I started feeling a little queer after reading that list. It's just so ill defined, that you might think you fall into a category. Especially if you are about 13 years old in today's world.

At that age, we were easily influenced weren't we? I mean, if Rohan suggested pissing off the flyover, we pissed off the flyover. And we're all just starting to look for ourselves, aren't we? Am I like my father? Am I really attracted to that girl? What are those two sensitive things hanging under the sausag-ey thing? What happens if I play with it? Then along comes the newspaper with 56 things that you might be. Out of which some will obviously seem repulsive, flinching at what he doesn't understand is natural to a child. Hence anyone who chooses a few options will be judged. A 13 year old won't know any better.

Think about it. This isn't sexual orientation we are talking about. It's gender. It's the box you tick in every form. It's what classifies you. Do you really need 56 options for that swoosh? I don't think you even need two. Because that's what causes discrimination, isn't it? Options? I say remove all the options and just keep one label. One gender. Human.

Because that's what we all are. Under the chiffon dresses covering hairy bellies, under leather whips and gimp suits, that's who we are. Human beings. With boobs, poonanis and penises. So let's just fuck all those options, fuck who we want, how we want and stop worrying about gender. For anyone who thinks they need all those options to decide their own gender, I say - take a peek in your pants and a look in your porn folder. Then tick by your genitalia and live by your adult collection. If anyone asks, say Homo sapiens and move the fuck on with your life.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

My highness



don't you see
what you do to me
you goddamn fool
just say these little phrases
that somehow let you rule
this kingdom i once
used to call my own
now look at you there
seated on the throne

you are my reason, my liege
the tower within my walls
there can no longer be a siege
i surrender all the wars

don't you see
how i see you
my queen and overlord
i write odes
to your praises
not caring if they are flawed

you are the sun to my frenzy
like Icarus i am mad
i can hear you whisper to me
and for that voice i am glad

Monday, January 27, 2014

Subterfuge



there's a flask of Old Monk
calling out my name
strange kinds of smoke
promise to cloud the pain

pills and ills
will keep me occupied
there's even that poison
waiting by the side

your going away
shouldn't hurt so much
so i'll numb it with addictions
for a lack of your touch

there's old Jack Danny
and a few liters more
of his old friend Johnny
walking on all fours

i don't know what to do
i can't see another way
of living on without you
now that you're going away

there's friends and music
that should distract the mind
chemicals to make me sick
should be easy enough to find

i can surely score a high
that will make me forget
that way that you sigh
and the nook of your neck

you may think this dark
or slanderous to say
but how else do i deal
with your going away?

Monday, January 13, 2014

The pretender



you aren't an artist
just because
you claim to have good taste
picking the best
from a lot presented
is an easy skill to waste

you aren't an artist
just because
you once clicked and shared
a random post
to bring art to facebook
as if you ever really cared

you aren't an artist
for disguising a rant
under the cloak of rhyme
and making it seem
like an easy task
you can do anytime

you aren't an artist
for ignoring the rules
or breaking the purists meter
seriously, do you think
for writing like this
you deserve some kind of feature?

true artists try
to express their world
both within and around
they aren't driven
by a selfish need
their feet are on the ground

look on those books
and see their words
it doesn't matter what you think
you aren't an artist
for writing prose
or for these grammatical sins

true artists rise
above the herd
no matter where they hide
people can hear
in their chosen words
a truth that seems divine

you aren't an artist
for knowing this
you are simply one of the lost
but the day you learn
what they call art
you will also learn the cost

you aren't an artist
if you are afraid
of what your art will mean
and you surely can't
aspire to it
if you've never seen the dream

Friday, January 10, 2014

Velocity



Penned on 19/12/13

we both know the truth
we just refuse to see it

this insane pull
towards an unknown
unseen
unimaginably beautiful
happily ever after
will end up crushing
every incredible moment
we have built
the last months of happiness on

we both know what's coming
we just won't prepare for it

it's common sense
that over time
and owing to
unwieldy distance
we will eventually change
until this equation
becomes unrecognisable
shrouded in apathy
and doubts
about it's very existence

we both know this feeling
we just won't guard against it

we'd rather drown
and be pulled down
to depths
to darkness
to death itself
instead of taking
the obvious step
and cutting loose
in the hope that one of us
might survive the sea

we both know it's over
we just can't accept
the harshest truth of them all
that knowledge
will never save us
when we'd rather turn our backs
and keep listening
to the heart instead

Monday, January 6, 2014

USG Ishimura



the vision aboard a haunted ship
screaming eyes and quivering lips

the needle dangles, iris flares
a moment's danger
a thrust, a glare

there is no hope here for men
there is no quarter but limbs being drawn
flee my friend, flee my friend
for if you stay you will be gone

a silence hangs in the stars tonight
no one can see the sordid sights

the crimson floats in blackened space
of many kinds
of many a race

there is no hope here for men
there is no mercy in these skies
flee my friend, flee my friend
anyone who stays surely dies

this wood and steel is no one's slave
this hull too dark to ever be saved

the ghosts that rule these vacuum halls
cannot be seen
and do not behave

there is no hope here for you
there is no more time to spare
fear the end, fear the end
the captain requests your despair

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Hear my yawp



here is proof
of my indifference
of my humble insolence

let it be clear
the accusation holds
that these are just
hollow words

but know the fact
that birds can fly
only because of
hollow bones

so let me submit
that i do not care
that i do not wish
to be concerned

if i even try
or take a step
it is to move away
from being governed

there is no way
no secret route
that leads to me
looking up
from the things that would
soak up my mind
and let these thoughts
free up

so let me affirm
my final words
let them be
written in bytes
that i will not bend
it will not end
as sure as i survive

Monday, December 9, 2013

Note to my former self



for sure
you will fall
for the first time
you will falter
flounder
but forge on

because movement
is the only thing
that will matter

you will give it
your all
your each
your every molecule
to help it live
to make it strong
with the iron in your blood
and in your bones

for sure
you will fail
feel loss
feel hurt
feel pain

at meeting
expectations
at fulfilling
dreams and demands

because the weight
of words
of promises
of wants and wishes
will prove too much
for your fragile
foolish young heart

for sure
you will cry
watching the feeling
an emotion
succumb to time

you will harden your heart
toughen the walls
sever and seal away
this tiny part
of a broken heart

and promise never again
never again to give in
and if you do
never again to give up

for sure
you will live
despite believing
the end of this
is the end of you

thinking nothing
no one
no other heart
can ever feel
or begin to heal
those old scars
of first love

for sure
you will find
a second hope
somewhere hiding
and you will doubt

but that is enough
that doubt will fade
those walls will crumble
some other will find
that key you hid away

and for sure
you will fall
for the first time
once again
only to rinse
repeat
resurrect
the same cycle

hoping this time
the wheels will keep turning
the hearts will keep beating
and you will keep feeling
the same way
as you did the first time