When the world becomes too much for me
I prefer then to be with only me.
No company can be better than your own
To be able to explore own facets unknown.
For that you have to leave your baggage behind
Calm all your senses and have an open mind.
Quieten the voices clamouring to be heard
Listen to the inner silence, be deaf to the world.
Solitude is a wonderful place to be
When you are in touch with only me.
The quietude, the silence, the nothingness around
Is necessary to balance the din all around.
With too many voices and opinions crowding you in
It is better to log out instead of staying plugged in.
Listen to yourself, sing or read
Enjoy your own company to feed your need.
Once you are again in touch with self
Go reconnect with the world and forget yourself.
There are voices everywhere
Soft, loud, harsh, soothing
Raucous and raunchy
Judgemental and condescending
Creating a dissonance
Compounded by inability
To lend a patient ear.
Amidst this din
One lone voice
Uttering the truth
Striving to be heard
Drowns in the cacophony.
It usually doesn’t take much for mirth to turn into melancholy
A careless word, a suspected slight, pointed sarcasm
Or just nothing,
Anything can cause the rapid descent.
It is the turn around from melancholy to mirth which is not easy
Standing at the edge of abyss
Engulfed by waves of desolation
Trying to find a way out of the miasmic tenebrosity
That shatters the shroud of despair
And marks the return from the brink of oblivion
Is a Herculean effort.
The woods were dark and cool
The foliage thick and green
There was no sound
Except the crackling of twigs under her feet
And the sussurous stream slithering by
An oasis of tranquility.
The turmoil inside her was intense
Dark thoughts crowded her brain
Threatening to explode.
She plodded on nonetheless
Focusing on the outside
The serenity around calmed the clamour in her head
Till it was just a soothing sussuration
Something that she could live with.
Have you ever noticed
When you are on a strict diet
The whole world seems to be conspiring against you.
Laying out a feast,
A riot of colours, aromas and tastes
Alluring you, enticing you
Intoxicating you and driving you crazy
Till all you can do is think about food frenzily
Forcing you to forget your fast
And binge like a glutton.
Ahh! The pure bliss that overcomes you
Quickly to be replaced by shame and guilt
And your life becomes like a seesaw
Following the highs and lows of dieting
Pushing and punishing self
Eating ravenously followed by deprivation
Till one day when all this makes you sick
The self loathing eating your innards
For it has become more about looks and less about health
That is when you decide to chuck it all
To accept and love your body
As it is.
I fall, I get up
I brush my knees
And walk on.
No one comes to help me
Nor do I need anyone to do so
I fight my battles all alone
I have the gumption
I have the potential
I have the wherewithal
To stand for my rights
I have been doing it all my life
And will continue to do so
What breaks me is
When in the guise of help
My very own undermine my efforts.
It was just an amble across the park
The lovely weather had enticed her
To spend her lunch break there.
Basking in the balmy afternoon
Lost in her thoughts she was making her way back
A stray shot from a manic’s gun caught her mid-stride.
As she fell, the smile was still on her face.
The other day
When you broke my heart
You were in a rush to leave
I was left with nothing to do
So I crouched down
To gather the pieces.
The mosaic that is in the place of my heart
The jagged pieces leave me bleeding
But what hurts more is
A tiny piece remained embedded in your shoe.
Every time you tread, I bleed.