Author: Riveted In Ink

About Riveted In Ink

I live in a bubble of nothingness that manages to create dystopia in this world that strives to reach out to a higher degree of life.

Her Scars

She walked into the class
Eager to make some friends
Start a new chapter in life
Her past she wanted to mend

The girls were too closed to her
She turned to the boys
Laughed with them, smiled at him
Of being open she wasn’t coy

But they turned on her
Branded her a slut, a whore
Slandered her name
Rumored she was voracious for more

Like a rat in a nest of vipers
She would run, she would hide
Alas but to no avail
Their time they would patiently bide

Her own sex abandoned her
Afraid of all the nasty boys
Left her all alone in misery
To be thrown about like an unwanted toy

She desperately pleaded for help
Arrived her knight in shining armor
He ripped the leader to shreds
Cut him up like a butcher

All it did was increase the ferocity
Of their relentless attacks on her
Ambush her at every corner
Full of threats and hurtful slurs

Helpless with none to defend her
She shunned everyone
Walked dead to the world
Wishing everyday she could run

Eventually the attacks died down
But the damage was already done
Her branded scars would never fade
For them it was just some fun

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Rain

​The sky turns dark and grey
Much alike my foul mood
I had no inclination to watch
Yet by the sight I was glued

Mesmerized as the clouds drew close
Discerned the faint rumble of thunder
Watched as lightening blazed trails
Watched the rain as the clouds broke asunder

I desired not for a wet bed
I moved to close the window
Dark room with no power
Wind blown out the only candle

The smell hits my nose
Smell that reminds me of home
Of Earth quenching it’s thirst
Of wet mud, silt and loam

Yet I could not ignore the water
Reason begged with me
Heart told me to watch the rain
Beauty I could not fail to see

Sitting by the window
I watch the raindrops slide down
Racing past one another
Are they trying to wipe my frown?

The rain slowly abated
Earth’s thirst quenched again
Likewise my mood considerably changed
A smile where a frown had lain
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Take A Bullet

​Six months since you left
Said you were tired of being with me
Gave me a whole lot of reasons
Reasons I couldn’t fathom nor see

And so two years came to an abrupt end
Dreams smashed to smithereens
“Oh it wasn’t real love for you.
I was just being a stupid teen.”

You moved on with college and friends
Made a life out for yourself
Dumb me sat around moping
Pushed dreams and passions into shelves

Time and again I tried to climb the peak
Landslides kept pushing me down
I could never quite heal myself
Like happiness didn’t want to be found

How do you find it to move on
From the person you once lived your life for?
How do you heal from the hurt
When everything you love turned sour?

What was once beautiful white
Now a sickening shade of black
You might bring it to a dull gray
But the magic will never come back

Watching them moving on from you
While you’re still grieving
You do anything to stay sane
Anything you can do to keep breathing

Like a gunshot slamming into you
The reason for which you can’t quite figure
The person you’d take a bullet for
Is the one pulling the trigger

And you lie there bleeding
Bleeding heavily from the exit wound
Knowing your heart will never be the same
Praying God will take you soon
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Hey Pretty Girl

​Hey there pretty girl
I’ve seen you just once or twice
But you stuck around in my heart
In my stomach I’ve got butterflies

I know not a thing about you
Save your name and class
We don’t meet anywhere else
Not even in the hallways pass

We’ve never gotten to know each other
Yet I look at your pictures all night
I don’t even know the sound of your voice
Yet I fly to the Moon at your sight

Something’s drawing me to you
Is the smile or the eyes?
Let’s get to know each other
Together we could go miles

Hey there pretty girl
I want to be friends with you
Time will show how far we go
Let’s start a chapter anew

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The Road More Travelled By


God I can’t take it anymore
The burning inside my head
It’s eating me from the inside
Tears try in vain to quench

Everyday is a torture to pass through
Walking on searing hot coal
The pain has dimmed my senses
Gnawing away at my soul

But you have to hide the pain
Go and put on the anonymity mask
Lest be ostracized and put to shame
Why make difficult the arduous task?

There’s no choice but to move on
No hope of turning back
Trudge along until I reach the shore
Already stepped into the quicksand

Each day I ask myself
Will I ever feel less terrible?
I traded dreams for something I despise
In hopes of something now unattainable

I don’t know why I did it
Though at the time it made sense
I took the road more travelled by
And that has made all the difference

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Sister By Choice

​Swaying from side to side
Slowly losing my balance
Please don’t let me fall
Lest I snuff out the candles

I know you won’t because you hold my hand
Not the other way around
You’ll never let go of me
Keeping me safe and sound

You were there beside me
When my head was in the clouds
And even now when I’m in hell
Surrounded by beasts and fearsome sounds

For what would I do without you?
My one and only support
The one person to hold my hand
In this crazy rat race sport

You love me as a brother
Though we share no parents
A sister by choice you are
We walk the same life cadence
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Bharatham 2K17

​The long awaited event
Once in three years
Hardwork and more work
Blood, sweat and tears

The pride of the entire college
Federal Institute of Science and Technology
The time when everyone comes together
Working feverishly in harmony

All the students running mad
Hoisting ropes, building stages
Success had to be the outcome
For a place in the history pages

We had ‘Pit Stop’ and ‘Ezra’
We had ‘Choreo Night’ and ‘Tashan’
Surely the former was better
For who really wants to talk fashion?

Pretty women and handsome men parading
For Mr and Ms Bharatham
All the people and energy pulse
Just short of a pandemonium

‘Tremors’ in the afternoon
The sun did us roast
We had Masala Coffee
When Chai Met Toast

But the seniors did well
They managed to pull it off
At the mention of FISAT
No more shall people scoff

Spread the word around
From Trivandrum to Salem
This is Bharatham 2K17
Bhava Raga Thala Melam