Imagination Land (Explicit)

I wrote this poem after listening to Lana Del Rey’s “Fked My Way Up To The Top,” a song that resonated with my own experiences of betrayal and disillusionment.

I guess no one would know,
Everyone assumes I am here for a shallow show.
Scheming and waiting for the right moment,
To put my soul in an endless torment.
If that were true, I'd be climbing another pole,
Not dig deep and go down the rabbit hole.

Easy to throw these pebbles and stones,
And I’ll take it until I'm just flesh covered in bones.
They say they don’t like my tone,
Maybe it’s because I’m in a different time zone.

Yeah, love to throw in words like "b*tch" and "wh*re,"
But they imagined what it would be like to have them on their floor.
You talk of God, love, and life partner,
Then ask questions like, "What's your favourite colour?"
As if I’m a kindergartner.

Umm, well I was learning about the xylem,
And still, they would have me stay in a mental asylum.
Picking on girls with bicep flex,
Then wanting simple girls, because I am too complex.
Watching porn for fleeting pleasure,
Thinking I missed out on their eternal treasure.

Sure, go ahead and talk about the intellectual level,
And then say I’m the spawn of Satan, a pure devil.
If that’s true, then file your petition,
A name in bureaucratic litigation.

Comments

Game Of Fire and Ice

Hey Mister, Why won't you play a game of Twister? I promise I won't play coy. Won't you love it if I were your only toy? You can be the Lion in the boardroom, Then make me roar in the bedroom. Let's play the game of fire and ice. You bring the sugar, and I get the spice. I am praying by myself these nights, Drowning my moans when the city sleeps tight. We can play the game of Super Sonic, And then have our own race over some gin and tonic. So find me, like an app can find a phone. No, I won't bring out my Medusa and turn you into stone. I have been getting over my fears, Learned to make my tears into spears. You can take me as you like. We can go until we hear the third strike.

Polished Sins

A suit and tie, that polished smile, Covering up sins stacked mile by mile. They flaunt “new love,” someone else’s child— A ready-made story, perfectly styled. They’ve “levelled up,” or so they preach, But on someone’s pain, they made their reach, With vows of loyalty, words so neat, While another’s screams lie beneath their feet. Oh, they “moved on” to brighter skies, Leaving someone broken, with silent cries. They mount new heights, they shout and boast— Scaling peaks on another's haunted ghost. So smile for the camera, flash your pride, Show off the life that you tried to hide. For we know the truth beneath your gleam— A hollow show, a self-made scheme.

Till You Sing

Some would say men went to war for women like you, But I would still choose war if it meant choosing you. You say you write in amorous lines, But I would let you be the woman of my tribe. You had your adventures Under The Buda Moon, But have you been loved past noon? So I can see you shine like a magical flower, In the quiet warmth of the golden hour. The invisible strings pull at my heart Can I do justice to your name? Caress you right, Till you sing like a Carnatic hymn. Inspired by the author of Under The Buda Moon, Veena Rao

Cruising Alone

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