Scars—they are not just on your body
but on your mind too.
Everything you go through
is recorded in your memory.
Scars—they are not just on your body
but on your mind too.
Everything you go through
is recorded in your memory.
It is 6:28 pm
and it is getting dark
yet I am not scared
because I can see the light glowing sharp.
My thoughts, in this moment, are scattered.
I am thinking about the patterns—
different patterns of different leaves
that are growing on various shrubs and trees.
The journey of life mostly comprises of the juggle of the wrong and right. Mostly, we are in a state of imbalance and this imbalance ruins almost everything that comes its way.
Every one of us is in a rush. Since the day begins, we start rushing from one task to another, from one spot to the other. How often do we take a moment to breathe?
You want to feel? Get engrossed in art. Soak yourself wet in it so much that even if you are rinsed, it still remains there within you, permeating your pores. For me, it is then when you live.
So, I run away.
I run away from the reality
and its brutality.
I have no courage to face
its cruelty.
This world is inverted. What you think you know is what you don’t know. The more self-aware you get, the more the toxicity and pretence that is acted around you all the time unveils itself. If you are unlucky and the truth never gets to be revealed to you, you live as a component carrying forward the cycle of toxicity —actively or passively.
Delhi is not as polluted as they say,
yet, constantly, I gasp for air.
Something is choking me here.
Is it the toxic thinking
my family tries to spread and share?