Poetry Lives – O Dear Toilet Seat!

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FUQs – Frequently Unanswered Questions

Okay, I still don’t get one thing. I f you say it’s your diary, then why is it out there in the open? Aren’t diaries supposed to be secret and personal, hidden inside secret compartments of your writing desk? 

You got me! I am an attention addict (read whore), who loves to share each and every aspect of his life on the internet and expects people to read/like/comment/share so that  my insatiable hunger for acknowledgement is satisfied;  Or maybe not. 

Even if that was ‘The Reason’, I wouldn’t tell you, because it would spoil all the fun. You see, it is indeed incredible (no sarcasm intended) how creative people can get with their “Opinions” (read Judgments). I mean, I love to deflect this particular question with a very obvious but well fabricated back-story, just for the kicks of it .

It starts with how I have always been a shy and introverted person who finds it difficult to communicate anything more complicated than high school mathematics. Then it goes into how growing up, this disability led to a lot of suppressed emotions that didn’t find any outlet and it was even more difficult with puberty messing with my hormones and everything. Then it gets even better. I get all emotional and sell how this lack of communication often led people to judge me as an asocial person and how that pushed me farther into the depths of isolation( Sometimes my ingenuity even surprises me). This part gets people hooked and now they start believing everything I say. 

Then comes my ‘Accidental Writing’ story. I go on about how one day when I couldn’t cope with all that was going on around me, I sat down and put everything into words and put up the whole thing on Facebook. 

Now, why did I do that?  I knew I had to have a good reason for that, without sounding like an attention-seeker, and once again my brain came to my rescue. 

You see, this was my way of communicating. What I couldn’t express vocally I did through the written words. I wanted people to not judge me anymore and ‘listen’ to what I had to say and some of them did listen. People related to what I had to say, they understood and after all these years I finally felt I belonged. I was not alone. After that I never looked back. 

*Hello! (Waves hand) You with me?*

FUQs – Frequently Unanswered Questions

What is Mute Expressions?

It’s a Blog. More like a diary where I like to put down my thoughts . You see, I tried writing on paper, but I just hate my handwriting, so, a blog was the best alternative. It also saves paper, If you are an environmentalist. You know the thing about these thoughts is that sometimes they like to start riots inside the head. Medicines don’t work on them, so something drastic needs to be done. I usually drill a hole in my head and sleep on my keyboard. I wake up and find these words and sentences on the computer screen. They make absolutely no sense, but the headaches are gone. So I just let them be, until the hole heals and the whole cycle starts over again.

It’s my ‘Fight Club’ , if you know what I mean *Winks*

The Hole Beneath My Bathroom Door

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Photo Source: http://www.merrypad.com

Dear Hole
‘neath my bathroom door
Day in and day out
I see you
Staring right into my soul
Calling out
Through the depths
of your deep and dark
mystical presence
You stand guard
A window to a world
hidden from ours
Behind closed doors
and hushed voices
Behind mascaras
and insecure choices
A portal into our true selves
You stand
Disguised like us
Invisible from the world
Unimportant,
Yet significantly real

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The poem was inspired from a hole underneath the bathroom door at my friend’s place. She’s been living with three of her roommates in the house for over three years, and none of them have any idea about its origin and neither have they ever bothered to fix it up.