The Chaos We Called Love -3

You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.

The Chaos We Called Love -3 💔

Poor artists

“You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages.”
–from The Picture of Dorian Gray

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Magical Kasol


The roaring river … roar like the anguish of  a long lost love,
The pain of unrequited love so vibrant in its roars,
The cry so vibrant ,so shrieking as if calling the rest of its soul, gushing downstream… running, cutting across the so called stony sledges, wrecking them , burning there arrogance down over the years,
That’s the mighty river Parvati behind me…
Ironical it sounds … why they call it Parvati, its forgiveness us like Durga , the dark moonlight night makes it glow like Kali,
In the backdrop of this goddess we sit, huddled across in the chill of the valley, taking in what was so dear to parvati’s consort …
Shiva , another god that is as simple, as innocent as the child in you ,
Touching your deepest , purest corners of heart,
Oblivious to the hustle and bustle of the maddening crowd,
Two birds, to proclaim , no , reclaim their lost freedom ,
Spread their wings, melting the inhibitions, killing the selves, perpetuating oneness, offering their prayers on this magical land, to Shiva himself,
Far from the norms of right and wrong… the bird tells his other half
” far from the norms of right and Wrong,
Far from the clear lines of black and white,
Far from the crowds that know our faces but not our souls,
O my friend lets meet there,
Lets fly there,
Lets soar there,
Lets love there, ”


– Athena

Magical Words

Since when have I ever remembered anything I hv written …
Since when have I sought to marry my words …
I have a one night stand with them …
Its the ink , the ideas that I am married to …

The words …
They come ,
They touch me ,
They lift my spirits ,
Make love to me ,
I open my soul ,
They enter me ,

They take me in trance …
And they leave me ,
Amidst the soaring heights…
Amidst the unfathomable seas ….

They love me ,
I live them ,
Pristine…pure… Sacred …unbound

Words … Oh words !


Come to me
embrace me with all your truth
I shall spread my wings like a phoenix, illuminating your existence …
Even if it means that my wings shall catch fire…
Even then I promise , like a phoenix…. I WILL RECLAIM MY KINGDOM FROM MY OWN ASHES … #Athena #instawriter #words #poems #light #fashion #trance #mystique #mystic #back #illuminating #woman #femi

Tomorrow Is A Whole New Chapter

Trust me when I say I am full of secrets . But …
There is always a but ,
If you promise me that you are mine and I am yours … I will become an open book,
I will let you lick your fingers and get through every page , Till u reach the depth of me …
And when your mouth runs dry and you are tired late into the night ! Mark me where you left off TOMORROW IS A WHOLE NEW CHAPTER !
© Athena

To The Brave Son Of The Soil


“शहीदों की चिताओं पर जुड़ेंगे हर बरस मेले
वतन पर मरनेवालों का यही बाक़ी निशाँ होगा

कभी वह दिन भी आएगा जब अपना राज देखेंगे
जब अपनी ही ज़मीं होगी और अपना आसमाँ होगा”

May lions like you , be born a million times …
May the ferocious power of truth and valor triumph in milleniums to come…
May this country’s youth forever , not just remember your sacrifice but fill it in every drop of our blood,
To a soul so divine I pay my homages
Inquilab zindabad We breathe this air of freedom because you payed the price of it but until we break the chains that bind our souls shall we forever remain slaves to lies and hatred and cowardice!

Feminine Fury

In the shine of the stones she finds her reflection,
In the tinkling of bangles she hears her voice ,
In the subtle grace these bangles carry ,
She lets it awaken … Her feminine fury !