to be human
to be human is to be afraid. how can you not? in an existence so fleeting, so seemingly inconsequential, a flash of light, a dead star. to be human is to romanticise. romanticise the simplest of things, like poppy fields and sunrises and the wind. to make our nightmares into fairytales in the hope that…
desolation
Harsh white lights in hospital rooms, The threat of death so hauntingly looms, From babies that hold all the wonder in their eyes, To old men with wrinkled skin, mild smiles, It does not discriminate, in the lives it takes. Scabs and scars tainting soft skin, Hurting on the outside, and hurting in. Millions of…
Solitude
There is some difference, I find, Between being lonely and being alone. I find myself lonely one too many times, I wonder, if it is for something I have to atone. A state of solitude is quite pleasant, When you’ve chosen to stay that way, It helps you discover yourself, Think of what to do,…
maturity
The greys of your hair seldom show The inner workings of your mind, yet to grow, The ache of your bones might not be The mark that you wish to see. I have heard so much about maturity, In lieu of respect and civility, A helping hand, a smiling face, Knowing exactly when to brace…
Regrets
A call you did not make. A path you did not take. A line you wish you’d crossed A stumble, to your thoughts. A heart you didn’t break, A friend that you forsake, A word that died on your tongue A group you were among. A life you start to question, As you canvass old…
thoughts
sometimes I just can’t control my thoughts A single word can make my head explode. That ‘okay’ didn’t seem right to me. Too unenthusiastic. Do you hate me now? We haven’t talked much today. Am I too needy? Too clingy? Are you finally sick of me? I’m overthinking it. Right?
Women
A clink of bangles. The clatter of a steel bowl falling to the ground. The soft chime of ghungroo, the swaying of jhumkas in the breeze. What does it mean to be a woman? The thud of a tennis ball. Bruised arms, basketballs. Cleats and the bounce of the ping pong ball! Sprained feet and…
The Common Enemy
I wrote this poem about an aspect of mental health that is often overlooked- insecurity. In these troubling times of isolation, it’s important to preserve your physical, as well as your mental health. Insecurity is our common enemy, something we have to combat in order to face our situation with the best versions of ourselves.…
panic
hushed voices a once-crowded airport: desolate ghost towns riots, screaming, fire fear on everyone’s faces masks empty supermarkets quiet. quarantine silence. ♔ does this sound familiar to anybody? The deadly disease, COVID-19, has been declared an international pandemic, and there is one word on everyone’s mind: panic. There have been clean sweeps of supermarkets: the…
virus
murky waters, turned clear the absence of people, what caused it? fear. the empty streets, the desolate highways contrasted to the bustling hospitals seeing so much pain, everyday. social distancing socially distancing from humanity? a daily wage worker, sole breadwinner of the family, no longer able to make a living a person forced to remain…
battles
A hundred likes won’t make you like yourself Sometimes you have to just stop, breathe, ask for help Everything’s so confusing, you feel too much Then sometimes you’re ‘cold’ and ‘detached’ You can’t feel your lungs, too much weight on your shoulders They say ‘if this is bad, wait till you get older’ Be a…
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