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4 MAY 2018 AT 14:43

Let's not paint the world red,
Let's paint it black and blue.
And let's hide within, until we
find an escape.
Until we realise, what we'd been
looking for was hiding beneath
the lining of our skin.
Within our own, black and blue.

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2 MAR 2021 AT 20:04

I love black and blue
You never even had a clue
A smile that had me falling
eyes that kept on calling
Hands I never got to hold
Wonder if they
were warm on cold
Now just a fading memory
In shades of silver and grey

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10 JUN 2021 AT 23:55

I see myself in you..
The same shade of black and blue..

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28 APR 2017 AT 10:41

Black and blue #22

Stalker #1

It all started when I started walking to school, as a teenager, in Mumbai.

I had secured admission to higher secondary at an elite school, on merit, and was getting a full scholarship to finance my studies.

The school was nearby our home, and my Mom wanted to save up after investing everything my parents had to buy our new apartment.

So I offered to walk to school.

The last thing I expected was to be followed every morning, by a man on a bike.

Initially, it was just honking loudly and deliberately, as he whizzed past me, walking on the sidewalk.

I ignored it, thinking he would let it go.

I was so wrong.

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4 MAY 2017 AT 11:22

Black and blue #25

Stalker #4

That day I was wearing my favorite black kurti to school. I was partaking in a debate that day.

But I also wanted to confront the man on the bike. I was a Bambai ki Ladki- bold and daring and pugnacious. This was my city. No one was going to violate my space and alienate me from the city of my birth.

Predictably, that day he started slowing down and honking as he drove by me. I turned to look at him, hoping to burn him with a stare.

It all happened too fast. I saw his face- young, handsome. His lips were widened in a sneer.
He grabbed with one hand at my shirt, and yanked at it. I moved away, shouting.

As a result, the kurti tore down the shoulder.

Before I could even say anything, he had driven away.

I don't remember anything that day, except that I went to school crying. Friends and teachers comforted me, but debating was out of the question.

And my problems were only starting.

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13 APR 2017 AT 9:47

#Black and blue #13

The cops brought my story, again. I came back from the grocery store to find my boyfriend dead from overdosing on LSD.

But I couldn't live like this anymore.

The judgment of society hovering over me, what with a dead husband and boyfriend.

The suspicion​ in their eyes. My own guilt. The traumatic memories.

So I did the thing I had always wanted to do.

I moved to a small island in the Caribbean. Worked in a seaside restaurant, and lived in a shack by the sea. Became best friends with the owner.

Stayed single. Avoided relationships. Too much baggage. Too much fear of getting into that same abusive cycle again.

I didn't trust my choice in men anymore, so was happy with one night stands and friends with benefits.

I thought I was free in that little, gay island nation.

But karma always comes to bite you in the B.

My story doesn't end here.

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14 APR 2017 AT 9:45

#Black and blue #14

The Way He Looked At Me #1

I was 13. Nubile. Very 'girlie'. Into nail polish, books, cheerleading and Hanna Montana. And Gossip Girls​.

He was 17 and a jock. A basketball prodigy. Touted to make it into any good school on sports scholarship.

And he was entitled. To adoration, adulation and girls.

He had giggling groups of girls following him everywhere. And yet, he only seemed to have eyes for me.

I didn't like it. Every time he looked at me, I got the creeps. Goosebumps erupted on my head and neck. Instincts kicked in, plus lessons from my Mom on how to handle unwanted attention.

I made sure I was never alone anywhere in the school premises. In the gym, library or locker room or the basketball court.

But there is only so much a girl can protect herself.

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11 APR 2017 AT 10:26

#Black and blue #11

What my boyfriend did not realize is that if I had got rid of a nuisance once, I could do it again.
It was done. I was done. I had been turned into a killer because of, partly, my own bad choices.
So my next job was to figure out how to make it look like an accident.

I was a pharmacist by profession. The answer had been in front of me all this time. I had a pharmacy full of drugs to pilfer from.

And he was a closet junkie.

It was possible. And I would make it happen.

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6 APR 2021 AT 7:49

Don't sleep on your wings, o birdie
You were always meant to fly
I know you got bruised and fell
It's alright to sob and cry
But if you never rise and shine
Will you ever kiss the sky?
I just want you to feel for once
What it's like to live the life

And if you really see your bruises
They are scars like twinkling stars
Like true thorns on blue roses
Making whole your light and dark
So don't settle for less my birdie
Land is for some but not you
You must go and show us all
The sky splendid, black and blue

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2 MAY 2017 AT 10:22

Black and blue #23

Stalker #2

It was way hotter than usual that morning. I was walking to school, perspiring heavily.

Halfway, I heard the sound I dreaded-the whirring of a motorcycle.

I moved to one end of the sidewalk, and kept on going, wanting to pretend I was oblivious of him.

The motorcycle passed by me. Just when I thought it was over, a hand brushed over my breast. It was only for seconds.

I froze. At the same time, I saw the bike speed away, leaving a cloud of smoke. The rider was wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. No helmet. He had short cropped hair. I'd never seen him before.

I don't know how long I was rooted to the spot before I started walking again.

It was a mistake, surely? This wasn't happening to me. No, it didn't happen. It was my imagination.

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