I call it Art

There is something terrifying
about pale, disinfected walls.
So, I spend my free time
colouring it black and red,
rubbing the wax off the crayons
to fill out the void in the wall,
to perhaps, transfer some of my chaos
into it.

There is something choking
about silence.
So, I spend my walking hours
creating noise.

I like to call it art.
The click-click
of my heels,
the one’s that
turn my feet blue and red
the very night.
The thump. thump.
the wavering of my breath,
the tremble of my hand,
and the noises inside my head.

I was route taught,
it’s better to feel pain
than nothing
so now I take my dad’s razor
and shred the blank canvas into pieces.
and call it Art.

-Taru Gupta.


This was my snip off on the quote “It’s better to feel pain than nothing at all”. Tell me in the comment section what you think about it!

Thank you for reading. Please like, share, comment your thoughts and follow my blog for more poetry!

Love,
Taru.

 

 

 

Finding Poetry

“Step out of your skin to find poetry.”

I have been going around for weeks
jumping puddles, with no care of the path I follow.

I have seen sunrise merge into sunset,
red, yellow and blue melting every day;
felt the breeze kiss my cheeks,
thunder clean my sins,
and rain wash me away.

I have been writing on and on
about unrequited lust,
killing my hatred with
an arrow dipped in vodka and salt,
trying to find poetry in people,
sending kisses without a full stop.

But my notebook is empty,
so are my sheets and my inbox.

My hours echo with cacophony,
my ears ring with silence,
as time plays the fool on me
and passes away
and I sit and listen.

-Taru Gupta


Hey! I have no excuse for not posting but that I was simply out of content. This piece is fictional but inspired by a man who recently told me “Taru, stories are found when you step out of your comfort zone”.

Thank you so much for reading. Please like, share, comment your thoughts and follow my blog for more poetry.

Love,
Taru.

 

Hurricane

She stands in the hurricane eye,
he reaches inwards through
the slapping winds,
gushing water,
and some dust.

She lives in stand-still,
time hauled.
He walks in between breaths,
that even his compass loses sanity.

For him,
she is in the eye of disaster,
for her,
he is just in the making.

-Taru Gupta


So, this one is basically about how sometimes you have to go through a lot of crap in order to finally understand things and be at peace, like the analogy of hurricane and its eye (with the latter being peaceful)

I hope you liked my poem. Please like, share, comment your thoughts and follow my blog for more poetry.

Love,
Taru.