Veridical Poetica

  Music and the Timeless Classic: Vinyls By: Ananya Choudhary If you search for music quotes on the internet, you will be bombarded by quotes all the way from Beethoven to Bob Marley and of course, how can we forget their AI counterparts. But for a moment, let us drift from music quotes and more into the world of music itself. Humans are hungry, desperate, and quite frankly, pathetic creatures. We can’t stand silence. We need melody. We need music. So much so that we don't limit our musical vernacular to solely homo sapiens. For us, bees buzz, birds chirp, hyenas howl, and cows moo. If you think about it, we didn't need to invent separate words for the sound each animal makes. We wanted to, so we did. We made instruments; stringed and percussion. We incorporated music into our prayers, movies, and even birthday cards.  We can't stand silence, not even in hell. Considering the sheer desperation of mankind, this author would not be surprised if even the screaming of damned so...

They say when people leave  They become stars in the night. Ever since you've gone, There's no twinkling in sight. Sometimes I feel I'm losing you More than I have already. If not for pictures and stories Would I remember who you were to me? I see a glimpse of you  Every now and then. But oh the things I'd give  To see you whole and well. Another day, another night. Another meal, another flight. Will I ever see you again? Winter is coming, November too The dreaded day, the dreaded moon. It's been 7 years and counting. The memories fade, the good, the cherished. The horror too, I guess I'm just looking for an excuse to miss you. My tears taste bitter. The picture on my desk slowly vanishing. Your voice a distant memory. The stars are no longer dancing. Another day, another night. Another fear, another fight. I'll see you again, I promise. Soon enough. Hold tight.

It's days like these when I miss you the most. Wonder how it would've been if you were with me to raise the toast. Would you be proud  in a loud and cheery way? Or would it be a simple nod and a smile you'd display? Would you tell me  to stiffen up my shoulders? Or teach me how to not be bothered by boulders? It's days like these when I miss you the most. Wish you were here, standing with me on the coast. It's hard to love someone even more than you love yourself. Hard to get through the day, When their photo's on the shelf. Bodies decay,  memories live on. Your ugly ducking? She's turning into a swan. It's days like these when I miss you the most. The world's moving, yet in thoughts, I remain engrossed. if you were here, I'd show you many things. my interest in cars, books and how I like to collect pretty rings. We still talk, yes, Of course we do. Granted it's one-sided, but for a conversation, you need two. It's days like these when I ...

Did I hurt you enough to make you cry? Cause I say I'm fine My knife to my heart as I die. The worst part is I am the killer It was always me Breaking my own pillar. Self-sabotage, an art in itself Denying all love  When all I ever needed was your help. Truth be told I am unlovable Pushing you away was only fair Then why am I inconsolable? I crave, I crave for once to be hugged To be never let go of My sanity has been mugged. A person with nothing to give asking A filthy mortal Peeling, finally unmasking. I quit, I quit, I quit. Let me go, please I am no warrior Ignoring myself is my only expertise A villain's own villain, their very end Erased in history I caused myself to hell descend.

I live in a time when women are called mothers. I live in a time when women are raped. I live in a time when men are told to be masculine. I live in a time when they are told to be straight. But there is a difference between your thinking and mine, 'Cause you think a woman's safety is up for debate. That's where you are wrong.  These things are so basic that your reasoning needs an update. However, I hope you grow and mature someday. Otherwise you'll lead your kids astray. You use sensitive people as prey. They're actually the people you need to repay. Is hating what you do on your workday? Babe sit down, have a latte. Your lack of education is showing. Just cause your money is flowing, That does not mean that you're actually growing. And raising real issues like global warming. An award to yourself you are bestowing. Your brain is with foolishness overflowing. You're adept in your subject, I'll give you that. Be on our side and you'll be our diploma...

 There's so much to do and so little time. I feel like I'm dying and worth less than a dime. The walls are closing in, my organs twist and turn. My anxiety dances, family looks at me with concern. The deafening silence made me want to cry. I felt no one was with me, no one to share the sigh. But yes, there was someone, for someone was my dad. A man of few words, his absence made one sad. The feelings were uncontrollable, thoughts vulnerable and irked. Control meant power, for now only disconsolate lurked. Now was the time, when the biting had begun. I was afraid that I'd lost and my sorrow had won. Presently, it is not even sorrow, it is more discomfort and discontent. For I am too frail to admit, I have run out of my happiness supplement. Darkness, once my friend, now seemed to betray me. I am blind without the light, for I have been robbed of my glee. Will it get better? Or will it aggravate? I am sorry. It is not my place to answer. For I am tired of lifting the crate. H...