Randomities

You are, and that is so wonderful in itself.

P.S.: I know such a word as 'randomities' doesn't exist but I seriously wish it would.

Randomities
By: Akhilesh Agarwal

Look, honey, the society is crumbling
Like a sugar castle caught in vortex rain
We have got to take a stand now
Pity we can’t stand on the moon

Look, honey, the society is crumbling
The air smells different, the dirt on my face
feels different, I am different
I said I would survive the downpour
I am under the umbrella of your misguided words
I am under the skin of the tiger that roars inwardly
I am under the wreckage of my own doing
And tonight I get to finally own
Pity I can’t own the moon

Maybe someday I would go to the moon, fuck gravity
And look at the blue the earth is
And blues the earth feels
And wonder how sun could fail so miserably.

Growing Up or Growing In?

The Circle of Life is a bitch and that scares me.
 
Growing Up or Growing In?
By: Akhilesh Agarwal
 
You should have seen the heartaches
That the night left in its wake
Farther from the benches
Where we used to lull off the pain
The bubbles crashed upon us
And left us tear-streaked
We picked the bubblegums out of hearts
Where they stuck like your insults did
 
You inhaled your knees at its bony cleft
And bit away the agony of the heart
I felt the dark inhale me in
You forced it to exhale out
I fell in your sea, like a sunken ship
Never had I felt so found
 
You stood below the kite-dripped sky
The colours dead in your lidded eye
You should have gone when he asked
Now, dear, dear, it’s too late

 

Spread Open

Spread Open

By: Akhilesh Agarwal

 

His face was beaten

Thrashed open by whiplashes

He wore his battle scars like night sky holds stars

To look beyond the skin

And to never look beyond him

He wore a plaid shirt over his skinned chest

His knuckles punctured between his gritted teeth

He looked at his dead brother in a pool of red

Dead, Dead, Dead

He wore his battle scars like his brother held life in his dead eyes.