Tuesday, April 23, 2013

I do not hold YOU responsible


Dear Male of the Species,

You stand
Head low
Ashamed beyond measure
I do not hold YOU responsible

You stand
Fists clenched
Angry at your helplessness
I do not hold YOU responsible

You stand
Wondering why
Irritated with your gender
I do not hold YOU responsible

You stand
Blaming yourself
Wishing for things to change
I do not hold YOU responsible

You stand
Waiting to steal back time
Wanting to snatch that moment
I do not hold YOU responsible

You stand
Protecting us
Being the change
I do not hold YOU responsible

You stand
By our side
Teaching us to protect ourselves
I do not hold YOU responsible

You stand
Burying your head
Offering solace from within even when you are without
I do not hold YOU responsible

You stand
Now wishing fairytales were true

Wanting to be…
Knight in shining armour
Sweeping us away from the horror

Prince Charming
Banishing evil and saving us

Woodcutter
Cutting open the wolf and baring him to the world

Huntsman
Feeding the poisoned apple to evil itself

Frog Prince
Kissing it all alright

Beast
Loving tenderly, waiting long and keeping innocence intact

Pied Piper
Leading the scum of the earth to their fate and virtue whereit belongs

Genie in the lamp
Making true those three wishes

Genie in the ring
Being the guiding light

Fairy Godfather
Always making us feel like the princesses we are

Guardian Angel
Using the needle of your compass to sew up our broken hearts

Piggy who built his house of bricks
Making sure no huff or puff can ever blow us away

Or maybe even the glass slipper
Revealing the beauty and the true identity of a woman

You can’t stand it no more
You don’t know how to be strong
You don’t know what to do
I do not hold YOU responsible

Your support helps us find balance
Your voice speaks volumes
Your tears mean more than you’ll ever know
You’re not broken just bent
You are NOT part of THAT species
That must only destroy, maim and slaughter
I do not hold YOU responsible

So,
Stand
By our side
Head held high
Protecting from within and without
Taking your place
To heal
To have
To hold
Innocence
Virtue
Purity

I do not hold YOU responsible
I hold you CLOSE
I will not hold YOU responsible
As you give me that sense of safety
That I only get from within myself

I, SIMPLY, CANNOT HOLD YOU RESPONSIBLE

- Ayesha Dominica (April 23, 2013)


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Sometimes heaven is...


Sometimes heaven is just a night out chilling with friends, sipping on some beer under the moonlight
Sometimes heaven is just listening to stories
Sometimes heaven is listening to stories of real people and real incidents
Sometimes heaven is a bike ride at 2 a.m. with the wind in your hair
Sometimes heaven is a blowjob from the wind
Sometimes heaven is a bowl of Maggi noodles
Sometimes heaven is the sunrise on your face when you wake up in the morning
Sometimes heaven is the moonlight on your face when you fall asleep at night
Sometimes heaven is a dance beneath the stars
Sometimes heaven is lying in someone’s arms
Sometimes heaven is watching over someone while they sleep
Sometimes heaven is playing Need for Speed
Sometimes heaven is searching for music
Sometimes heaven is nothing but a smile
Sometimes heaven is putting a smile on someone’s face
Sometimes heaven is a hug
Sometimes heaven is giving a hug
Sometimes heaven is a simple I Love You
Sometimes heaven is a book
Sometimes heaven is a glass of liquid sunshine
Sometimes heaven is high heels and a short skirt
Sometimes heaven is a lesson well learnt
Sometimes heaven just walks on by
But always, always, heaven is you…

Ayesha Dominica
April 19, 2013


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Monday, April 22, 2013

Invaded


Invaded

Taken
Innocence Tainted
Broken
A spirit muted

Controlled
Locked inside
Raided
Robbed of virtue

Wrecked
Reality altered
Damaged
Left for dead

Shattered
Soul fragmented
Maimed
Brutally torn apart

Exposed
Bared open
Naked
Alone amidst the throng



- Ayesha Dominica Singh





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Sunday, April 21, 2013

The Girl Who Lost Her Smile

After many years, the words have finally made themselves to paper. What started many years ago as just the last verse, slowly but surely took shape. The heart speaks slowly and the soul...slower... finally...here's... the girl who lost her smile... ;) (P.S. - Read verses on the left and then the ones on the right ;)) you can also download the image after enlarging it and right clicking... 





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Friday, March 22, 2013

When...

When sleep evades
When there's a time of indecision between the bedroom and the door
When your bed and your body become strangers
When the sheets hold but a whisper of your scent
When adrenaline and numbness coexist
When every emotion makes a meteoric rise to the top
When you've scaled every zenith and plundered every nadir
Then you will know the path I trod
Then you will follow the lines I walk
Then you will realise the high price I pay
To just be me...

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Tonight I swear I'd sell my soul to be a hero for you…




Sometimes you hurt so much you don’t know where you begin and the hurt ends. Sometimes it hurts that much because you’re feeling someone else’s pain. So really, you don’t know where their pain ends and yours begins.
Gifts can be curses. But these gifts never come with a warning label. A gift that enables you to live your life feeling the core of everyone’s deepest pain?!? It bleeds your heart out till you want to cut it out yourself. You can’t do much, because it’s another’s wound. Till the pain stops for them, yours will continue.
They hurt. You feel damaged. They bleed. You feel bled. They cry. You weep your heart out. But here comes the kicker. You do it silently. No one knows. While they vent, all you get to do is feel. For after all, why would anyone understand that they aren’t suffering alone? Everyone believes that no one can get what they are going through.
So you watch, you wait, you listen and you feel. You see them avoid the topic, you watch them wrestle those inner demons, you observe them fighting the tears.Till then you suffer silently. And you wait for them to say, ‘I can’t take this no more. I’m laying down my armour. Please take over the fight for me.’
And your heart sings with joy.
For, once they fall asleep; you can finally reach deep within and try and reach those demons and you can’t help but let those tears fall. Drop by painful drop. Drop by beautiful drop. Painful, because they aren’t yours. Beautiful, because they’ve been entrusted to you.
Now the real fight begins. The tussle between the healing and the wanting to hurt more. Because contrary to popular belief, hurt is very hard to let go off.
And you wrestle and you grapple and you struggle and you brawl. You dredge up your past to fight someone else’s scary present. You pull on reserves buried so deep; each rise to the surface is like a blade through the vein. But it’s a process. So you do it. With clinical precision. It will probably leave you empty or hollow for days. But it’s done.
And while you lie broken to the core, shattered through every pore, you see the person whose pain you bore; happy, smiling, healing, getting closure, moving on, growing strong. And the exhaustion that you felt only death could probably cure, slowly begins to ebb, slowly begins to return feeling and slowly knits back together the fabric of your core.
You’re ready for the next one. ‘Bring it on,’ shouts your heart. ‘Put ‘em up,’ screams your soul. ‘Come and get me,’ says your body. ‘Next!’ Screeches your mind! Because it’s now time for another story, other demons and hurts yet to be visited, friends in need yet to be discovered, battles yet to be fought...
So why, tell me why, you won’t let me be your superman tonight? Because tonight, I swear I'd sell my soul to be a hero for you…




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