The Unpack Suitcase

A celestial Charmer of Poetry and Words

[ishshitachanda]

I thought the sun would elude the strangers on the road from the show of staring my body as a baking cake.

It might be difficult for the strangers to open their heart rather than their zip of their naked breath to outmanoeuvre her as though she is the dough of bread required to be tested by all the passerby.

Oh!! Maybe my clothes are facade to invoke too many bees around my home or is it my beauty that I should lock inside the quiet veil of the graveyard.

I should tear off my freedom and romances in the dangerous revolutionary world because I don’t portray a lady as my thighs are breasts are the cherries displayed in the market

I should hush down now, or I will be the harlot hanging its voice in the billboard

My birth is maybe just a fortuity as I have to glow with your expensive flash of corrupted money and desire.

because I wanted the world to hold me tight mom and talk to me as I was tired of the hope where the gatekeeper locked me

So, I wear the corsets breaking my spine just satisfy your hungry and my vulnerability.

Alas, this what the generations of women society taught each other before going to the war.

[ishshitachanda]

Denial is the like extinguishing the edges of the bridge even without trying.

We let the stolen moments become the captain of our fate and nurture it as if it was emergency to pull back ourself from flying.

We just let the surreality inside the wheel of our mind die easily and end up paying tribute to the sinking sand of problems just because we are obsessed with the fact of surviving rather than living.

So, lying in our death bed we travel through

the thoughts of memory and take a halt on the station by remembering the time if I could have never let go of my hands-on trying one more time.

But now your body is buried in guilt and your soul wiggles in pain forever.

[ishshitachanda]

”You say you can feel my pain

Can you differentiate between slaughterhouse and

cage silence.”

-Ishshita Chanda

[ishshitachanda]

I woke up today wrapped with bandages and I was so tickled with my forbearance eyelids that these memories have finally softened its strength and now my voice will no longer speak so many languages of an imbecile.

So, I tried to conceive my rebirth in the womb of this celestial rain. But then I saw this bandages peeling out of my soul and I stand in a pool full of unrequited words again.

So, I discern that we have so much of each other left within us that healing is not possible now for a long time.

[tomatthefarm-deactivated2018070]

Noel Fielding’s self-portrait

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BEAUT

[cronchy-saboo-deactivated202110]

Ugh that smile 😭❤

[ishshitachanda]

Once I flew to a place

Where grasses were rolling and dandelions were dancing in laughter.

So I knocked the door, down the hempishere and nature patted me with rain showers where I saw brightest souls living.

I didn't have to scare my thoughts from sexist beliefs as I didn't have to convince who I am and why my words would articulate the way I want.

I got a chance to explore my womanhood and I didn't have to cover my breast from the eyes of lusty humans because here souls didn't pretend to see my genitals as covert.

I had a chance to meet a priest who gave me books that contains words of love and lust and i saw his acceptance in seeing me turning as the flower I wanted to blossom.

I kept on falling in my bed again and again. So I could take a moment of self thought for myself and rest my kindness for the next morning.

I am not accepted to have intimacy with strangers and their violence but to choose the stranger with whom I would terrifyingly spread my arms and legs and will see passion in his eye contact for togetherness and not for possession.

But then I woke up after the wuthering afternoon of chaos .

[qvotext]

[ishshitachanda]

[ishshitachanda]

Sometimes you are just sad. You don’t know why so you manage to listen to the most sad song in your playlist and you think you are withering like season.

Sometimes you are just sad. So you watch clay speech of goodbye to Hannah Baker. So that you can cry little bit more.

Sometimes you are just sad. So you over eat your favourite food and still feel hungry. And cry watching the last episode of FRIENDS.

Sometimes you are just sad. And look at the wall for hours and overthink about life. Wishing to get Nobel prize like sheldon Cooper.

Sometimes you are just sad.So you try to sleep and wake up with that unamed feelings of attack and you think you might be dying soon.

Sometimes you are just sad.

And it’s normal

[thezeroquotes]

There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people will try to make you miserable; don't help them by doing the job yourself.

— Laurell K. Hamilton

[ishshitachanda]

[petrichorpoetryy]

Two people can never love with the same intensity. All you can do is hope that they love you enough.

LM

[ishshitachanda]

got hungry for poetry,

So I roam around the bones and flesh

Only to realise I crack Sparks honey.

I got hungry for poetry,

So, I went to the doctor

only to realise he wrote me a

prescription of self Love.

I got hungry for poetry,

So, I went to the saint who

taught the grammar of love

Only to realise I am the

dandelion for my own heart.

I got hungry for poetry,

So, I went naked to stand-in

front of an ice storm to seek

people to warm my spirit.

Only to realise I am my own

sweater who can stop me from

shivering from the greed of the

stranger's love.

when I myself is the temple of poetries

[ishshitachanda]

I love myself more today

[jedi-anakin]

EMMA. (2020) dir. Autumn de Wilde

[ishshitachanda]

The thin line from nothing to becoming everything from me was so exquisite that I couldn’t figure it out when I started to draw words in my poetry for you.

[ishshitachanda]

I wonder even when you shout out words loud people don't understand you but how your silence is easily understood by your pet.