It’s been a cold, sleepy day. The voice of the rain are calming down all the storms within. She is thinking while chewing on the nib of her pen, shaking it in between her fingers in mid-air while taking pauses in between, careful enough not to let the ink spread on her lips. Her eyes glare through the thin air above her into eternity in a way as if they are enchanted by the beauty of something which is the most beautiful.
Month: October 2018
Chaos
I am in the midst of a chaos. This state is indescribable. I am escaping but I am also brave enough to face the challenge. Can’t help it, challenges have been thrown at my face by life on a daily basis since my existence happened. So, it’s a part of my habit to face them anyhow, anyway.
Busy
Alone at the metro station while waiting for my friend, I sit calmly. After several days, a different kind of relaxation is felt in my body. I can hear my breath. I lift up my eyes to see the world rushing before me. Their paces differ, and movements too.
Deception
Standing amidst the crowd
Not lonely but seemingly lost
He holds a look on his face that
qualifies him as a charming trap
of the rank foremost.
Rest
I am tired now.
My soul yearns for rest.
My limbs stiffly hang,
I wish to brood back in my nest.
I Have to Hate You
For all the lies and disguises you served to me, for sharing my right as a partner with someone who didn’t treat you as a human, for treating me as a toy to please yourself, for me to survive and prevent my damaged heart from shattering into pieces yet again, from breaking my already punchered trust on humanity altogether, for making my heart cry, for me to survive until I achieve all of my life goals, I have to hate you.
Solitude
Rabindranath Tagore wrote ‘ekla chaulo re’. Gain some inspiration from Phoebe Gary and Don’t Give Up. You can pause to breathe some air inside and refresh your passionate blood but don’t stop because ‘If by easy work you beat, Who the more will prize you?’ The tougher the task, the more happiness and pride would you gain after its accomplishment. And accomplishing it all by yourself would serve as a cherry on the cake.
Feather Touch
Cautious, darl!
You’ve held someone’s heart—
as delicate as the glass menagerie—
which lies in your comforting captivity.
One at a Time
Don’t rush it, baby
It’ll happen anyway
We will make it happen
tomorrow surely, if not today.
Language- commodity or identity?
In my Hindi generic lectures in college, the teacher teaches us that an individual meets together to make a group, mostly ethnic, the ethnic groups together form a community, establishing its rules and regulations, and many communities join together to form a society. One such society is a nation. So, if we derive, one individual is what makes a nation or in other terms, an individual is the smallest unit of a society such as a nation.