One day I’m smiling and happy- genuinely, not pretending. The next day too I am upbeat and I sing and dance and talk to people and think that I’m getting better. I feel I will see the light. It’s crystal clear. I can see the light right there. I am tempted to quicken my pace…
Tag: pain
The Worst Thing About Depression
it takes away motivation to wake up in the morning to open your eyes when you’re awake to get out of bed when eyes are open to bathe when you’re out of bed to turn off the shower when youre bathing to find clothes when youre done to eat something when you’re dressed to not…
For The Fellow ‘Wounded’
Quoting an older poem- Can not giving up be an indication of courage? Or would such ‘valorous’ parlance amount to sacrilege? Will getting through this be an act of bravery? Or will I be another insipid victim of millennial slavery? Can mere survival be considered a fight? Or am I wrong in paraphrasing queries so…
I Will Think Of A Title Some Other Day.. When the Heart and Dark, Both are Lighter
Have you ever played with those cotton-stuffed dolls as big as a three year old child, the ones that are meant either to be carried around in your hand or to be left lying on the carpet, the chair around the dining table that no one sits on, or any inconsequential corner where it does…
An Escape (Part 3)
Read : An Escape (Part 1) Read : An Escape (Part 2) (3) Daddy, I want to see mother. Can you allow us to meet? Or is she busy washing, Cooking and pressing your feet? I miss how she’d sit me in her lap Speak words and urge me to repeat. I never made a sound, yet…
An Escape (Part 2)
Read:An Escape (Part 1) (2) Daddy, I must apologise For being the third daughter “Another mouth to feed Until a man sought her.” Daddy I’m sorry for being The burden slowing your stride. But you must know that I tried Even after the doctors denied Any chance of me speaking ever. You looked again at…
Questions
The pit of my stomach, My legs half dangling, My motionless body, The damp pillow, My swollen eyes, This drab room, My sunken spirit, These uncombed hair, My lost motivation, All this wasted time, My guilt and pretentious laugh, False reassurances and raw wounds, All ask in unison Can mere survival be considered a fight?…
A Search For Nepenthe
I’m lost in the sea of grief.. so deep that i know no longer which way is up and which down… i’m climbing stairs.. but I know not whether they ascend or descend into the whirlpool that i often talk about. Too little grief means not enough time as i’m hurriedly trying to smile while…
On Days When it Seems Impossible to Pick Myself Up Again
I want to fall. Just once without the fear of hitting the ground.
He and She (And I)
He hit her. She screamed in shock. I was waking up from my afternoon slumber. He hit her. She grabbed the edge of the sofa for support. I was rubbing my eyes and wiping saliva from the corner of lips. He hit her. She was sprawled on the floor. I was trying to move my…
Weaving Wounds 