Tuesday, 5 September 2017

Twenties

The 20s is the most confusing phase of your life.

Everything seems disoriented, chaotic and rushed. You live in the extremes - your nerves constantly on the edge. You either can't sleep because you're so heartbroken or you sleep all day because you're so severely hungover.

There are times that take you high up on the clouds - dancing-in-air, so happy, and then there are times that pull you right down to the bedrocks and you think you'll never recover.

There are days you plan for the weekend or this is where we'll go next month or we're going to do this next year - your mind so active in those long-term plans that you have already decided what to wear on that vacation. There are also days when you want to bury yourself under the blanket, shut down the world and just wish you were dead.

There are times you are so angry that you can feel the world charring at your touch and the walls retreating to escape the wrath of your fury. There are times when you just take a deep breath and let it all go.

Some days you have so much love to give - the warmth and fuzz and liveliness being too much to wrap around the world; and some days you think you would catch a cold from the ice inside your soul.

Some nights you can't sleep because you think there are monsters under your bed; some nights you can't sleep because these monsters are poking from under your skin; and some nights, you give a damn.

There is a question mark in every breath. Clarity is an alien term.

All our lives we're finding things - a misplaced key, a lonely sock, pen caps, safety pins, phone numbers, Skype IDs.. but in our hearts, we're all ever only looking for answers.
Answers to questions that jab you and nab you and prick you and nibble you. In the end, you just want to feel okay. You just want to live one more day. You just want to sit at your window with a cup of coffee. You want to stare at the rain and feel the caffeine spread through your veins before the questions hit your brain.

Every spoken word, every action, every reaction will have an impact, will have a consequence. If I do this now, that will happen later. And we don't do it now because we think we're not ready for the consequence. But have we ever been ready for the consequences all along? Have we ever been able to predict yesterday that this is how today is going to be? No - things have happened to us and we have dealt with them, good or bad, right or wrong, and we're alive. Still going.

I'm 22 and I spend half my life thinking how things will be at 25 or 37 or 50.
I'm sure you do that too.
Let's all stop.

Stop wasting our time thinking about things we cannot control.
Stop being beaten by our pasts.
Stop carrying the baggage.
Stop pretending.
Stop procrastinating.
Just stop.

It's okay.
It's okay if you eat a double cheese burst pizza.
It's okay if your abs are not showing.
It's okay if you have failed a subject or two.
It's okay if your hair is frizzy.
It's okay if you date someone with no intention of marrying them.
It's okay if you want to dye your hair a weird shade of blue.
It's okay if your periods are late.
It's okay if you have exhausted all your money in a pub.
It's okay if you have thrown up after just a peg.
It's okay if you have broken someone's heart.
It's okay if you part.
It's okay.
It's all okay.
Trust me.

It's okay because you are doing it while you still can.
Don't worry if it is right or wrong, if he'll stay or leave, if this is how things should be, if this is how you ought to be -
don't think.

Because now is the only time when you can do things without thinking them through.
Even if you're marking mistakes, don't hesitate to make another. This is the only time to make mistakes. Collect your scars and wear your wounds. Bear the pain, but go for it again.
The only thing you shouldn't have later is regret - regret that you wished, you could have, you should have. Do it while you can.

And even though your 20s is the most confusing phase, it is also the most happening, most unpredictable and most adventurous phase of your Life.
Live it while you still can.

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Thursday, 31 August 2017

A Town of Memories: Meet only to part

A Town of Memories: Meet only to part: Imagine a universe where the full moon never called out to the tides; or where the gentle breeze didn't kiss your skin on long ne...

Meet only to part

Imagine a universe
where the full moon
never called out
to the tides;
or where the gentle breeze
didn't kiss your skin
on long neon rides.

Imagine a universe
where the waves never embraced
the sand on the shore;
or no flying embers
of a cozy bonfire
as you listen to ancient folklore.

Imagine a universe
where the clouds never
sent down rain;
or the comfort of
a wound healing
after scars, scabs and pain.

Imagine a universe
where the trees never shed
themselves in autumn;
or no beautiful rainbows
created out of the fusing
rain and summer sun.

Imagine a universe
where the moon never
awakened in drowsy daylight;
or where you didn't
have to hold on to the string
to fly your kite.

Imagine a universe
where the graphite of your pencil
never touched the paper;
or the brief connect of
two mountain ranges
where the sides taper.

So many things
in this world
meet only to part,
and there is beauty
in the separation -
in the chaos, there is art.

We only have what we have -
why get into the nitty-gritties;
you and I are atomically relevant
in such bigger infinities.

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Wednesday, 30 August 2017

Coming undone - again

What we have
what we want
what we can have
and what we wish to have
are four continents separated
by endless oceans of
murky decisions,
ruthless situations,
foggy vision
and repeated fission.

Whether you listen to
the heart or the head,
you can feel the beats ebbing,
the texts unread,
so many stories unsaid,
and you return every night
to restless sleep on a cold bed.

The cracks peep again
only the light that was awaited
never found its way in.
The cold rain fills the gap,
the chill hitting you crisp like a slap.
The conscience blames, the guilt melts
but pain, my friend, demands to be felt.

I stand at the bend of the road
getting drenched in the showers 
I let on upon myself.
I pull the sleeves right up to the fingertips
stare at the shore and the disappearing ships
I pull myself closer and breathe into my fists
and welcome the downpour, the chill and the mist.

I'll be okay but at the moment
it's all a little insane because
I am coming undone - again.

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Saturday, 26 August 2017

When people tell you to "Move On"

There are two words
that are heard more than courtesy calls;
words that are meant to deep
but rarely do they seep
beyond the skin
because they're hollow,
they're shallow
and no amount of intensity
can make you act upon it.

How can you act upon it
when every little thing,
sight or sound
takes you all the way round -
back to where it started,
back to where you parted.
How can you?

You get used to the pain,
the emptiness inside,
the rawness that pricks
every now and then
reminding you
yet again..
of everything you so wish to forget.

Pints of forgetfulness don't help,
they only give you a lasting ache
throbbing at the back of your mind,
in the center of your chest
of the mess inside your head -
all that is waste.

Then one day, someone walks in
through the doors
and you see light
after too many dark nights.
It could be the sunshine
you were craving all this while,
or it could only be a flashlight
breathing until the batteries run out.

People will keep asking you to move on
even after you have moved on.
They will point out your flaws,
voice your insecurities
and shove you down.
They will shake you and break you.
But if you listen to me,
Take the chance, call out to the light-man.

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Sunday, 16 July 2017

Can you teach me to unlove?

Everywhere I look -
I see the grey clouds romancing the horizon;
paper boats sailing happily in puddles;
a young couple holding hands;
a lipstick-stained rim of a half-empty coffee mug;
dew-covered pink flowers smothered with mud;
everywhere I look the planet is spelling love
and I think of him.

Everything I hear -
the crickets calling out at night;
the thunder guarding the sky;
a similar honk of his bike;
the sound of rain kissing the soil;
everything I hear is reminding me of so many - yesterdays
and I think of him.

There are poets preaching love;
artists spreading love through
the strings of the guitar
or the strokes of their brushes
or the jingle of the ghungroo-s..
there are how-to books on love!

But, I'm running away
from the memories,
from the yesterdays,
from him.
I don't want to love him,
can you teach me to unlove?

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Thursday, 6 July 2017

Blind date with my job!

Butterscotch walls
and a hundred desktops,
Formally dressed in
Painfully high heels,  no flip flops.

I walk in with my heart in my mouth
All self consolations rapidly heading south.
Self doubts grow and choke me like climbers
The fire in me dying down to embers.

I take a seat
Trying to hide my trembling feet
Waiting for whosoever is to come
Ticktacking on my phone and chewing gum.

He arrives at last
With an unpleasant blast
He hasn't even started
And the inner me has already retreated.

I want to run away before
The onset of the rain
But for a little monetary gain,
I will subject myself to this mental pain.

But maybe if I ran away now
I would never learn how
This works,
Maybe I would like it
Maybe I wouldn't,
But how much time is
Enough time?
I hope I understand
Before I burn down to sand.

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