Beneath my clothes,
Is my skin
Waiting to be recognised!
It’s smooth but there are marks
The apparent and the not so apparent too.
Waiting to be called, to be named!
My identity is diminishing
So hold my hand and stick to it
You might save me..
And I might halt,
hold on to the belief.
Which was on the edge of the cliff
Peeping downwards in the ocean..
Just imagining what it would be like to throw it down.
Let it fall,
Fall so hard on the ground.
That nothing is left.
But as you might hold,
I might not let it fall.
Lying beneath these stars of the galaxy,
On the wet sand.
I am trying to write my name.
Akin to what I did when I was 10,
But aye this realisation
Of Which i am apprehensive that this world,
Would take as a weakness.
Aye I realised,
This time when I write my name,
It doesn’t hold that meaning.
I don’t hold that pride.
So beneath the stars ,
And in front of the sea,
I thought What am I losing.
Striving through the hustle and bustle
I sat there.
Listened to the noise.
The Noise that usually is disturbing.
I listened to that noise…
And it was soothing that day.
Me putting in the thoughts
The rush of a million thoughts,
Thoughts that aggravate through this noise.
I laugh at me!
Laughing that the process began again.
But I paused and told myself
“I don’t need to know Whats right”.
Beyond the right and wrong that I assign to my thoughts,
I sat and just thought what I think of.
Initially I thought it is a puddle of water that can be crossed,
But oh I realised its a whole god damn ocean
Which can never be free,
Can never flow and have this sky over it.
So I conceal.
Beneath the dress I wear
Are my under garments.
I am not so sure if you ,
Affirm and conform and believe
But this is what defines me!
The mark on the arm and the wrist
The mole on my back
Was my birth mark.
And each inch is what is not meant to be hidden and seen through the eyes of lust,
But just love and humanity.
Usual ways of society,
Tell me to cover the cleavage and my upper thighs.
So okay I do it.
But what about those which can’t be hidden
And are the part of me at par?
But I still hope you’d come and hold my hand,
Like that shooting star,
Giving hopes and rising desires.
I opened my eyes lying there,
The fingers of my hands muddled,
I see the sky full of stars,
I feel the fresh breeze.
And the shooting star whispering a million words in my ear.
Not anyone that I know is around me.
I know myself there.
And I am not scared.
Because they are the ones who scare me,
They take away what I am from me.
They do not let me define myself the way I want to,
And they twist and turn and attribute things to me.
They throw on me my own weaknesses.
So I hush and I moved further and made sand castles there.
Just like I dream!
The sand castles and my dreams, Shared something
So I think this defines me?
So when I was there alone just with my skin,
I embraced the moment with all the scars and the flaws and my thoughts,
And wrote my name down there,
With my sand castle.
I am not sure if I had pride, but I had love within me for that name.
There’s a child beneath this skin,
That I have nurtured throughout my life.
Throw stones at me
But that child is gonna be safe.
I promise today!
Beneath my bra and my underwear,
Lies a whole new world,
That is far beyond your galaxy of mindsight.
And your breadth of view of this world.
Far beyond what you can ever understand.
So, I listen to you,
Quietly and patiently..
To What you have recognised me as..!