love, betrayal, poetry

A Work of Artifice

The bonsai tree

in the attractive pot

could have grown eighty feet tall

on the side of the mountain

till split by lightning.

But a gardener

carefully pruned it.

It is nine inches high.

Every day as he

whittles back the branches

the gardener croons,

It is your nature

to be small and cozy,

domestic and weak;

how lucky, little tree,

to have a pot to grow in.

With living creatures

one must begin very early

to dwarf their growth:

the bound feet,

the crippled brain,

the hair in curlers,

the hands you

love to touch.

— Marge Piercy

Lies a beautiful object of artifice.

An emotion or deception?

Who is to know?

It lies dormant

Till nights with melodic moonlight come to unlock the prison of my heart

And see it for what it is

A veil of lies

no, seriously, spread the word. there is so much misinformation out there, partly due to the useless indian media channels who are calling protestors fighting for a chance to be heard "terrorists". they're saying that the protestors are committing brutality (like throwing stones) against the police when it is the opposite.

its a police using teargas and batons against teenagers, women and literal children. they're ripping the clothes of the women. people are badly injured. all because our corrupt coward "education" minister cannot take accountability for paper leak which caused over 20 deaths by suicide.

some are trying to derail the protests, calling the protestors "anti-national" and but you have to do your part in ensuring that this revolution isn't over until dharmendra pradhan resigns and the youth of india are heard and acknowledged. it will save the future of the students who are currently preparing/will prepare for similar exams.

spread the videos of the police brutality (save them if you can), write emails to the pmo, and share as much info as you can about the protest; how and why it is happening. speak up; online and also in real life, translate posts/videos, make your own. correct and educate people who are still against this movement. don't let this die out until our government finally listens to its citizens.

The boy born in March could not love the girl born in May

He was born at the edge of winter, where spring was just out of reach She was born in the prelude to summer, where flowers bloom and birds preach of hope that the boy could never decipher

You see, he came into the world as it was thawing, but she came into the world as it was growing

And even when she pleaded for him to cross the border to meet her

He would always retreat back to his world of longer nights, and shorter days where the sky is often grey

"You could be somebody’s everything. You could write a book that a 13 year old reads then looks back on with so much joy and fondness for the rest of their life because they’re so happy you wrote it. You could smile at someone on the worst day of their life, helping them get through it. You could form a friendly connection with a cashier at your grocery store, letting them actually look forward to something at work every week. You could make so many people laugh because you are you.

Just by existing we’re positively impacting those around us, for you what is just being polite to a stranger in public could mean the world to that stranger.

the world is filled with so many people and so many different stories that follow those people.

So many people wish for their story to be known and seen and wish to see the stories of others.

Living is so hard, I know it is, but someone somewhere wants desperately to know your story because you brought them joy, or because you just seemed like a lovely person.

and you deserve to be able to see that person again and tell that story.

you deserve to be remembered not as a statistic but as an individual person, a person who is loved and loved so many people.

even if you don’t believe someone out there loves you, and if you can’t think of someone then I’ll be that person.

I love you. And you deserve that love."

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