a site of aimless notions structured in the way of verses, pieces….. all that defines literature
In the depth of my ocean,
Where twilight was the sole emotion,
Where the harbour lights couldn’t reach.
Pirouetting on the edge of the world,
Teasing my demons,
All was lost anyway.
But Tough times never last,
tough people do.
It was a Ferris wheel,
Swivelling and whirling,
Filled with smiles and bright eyes,
It Revealed to my eyes,
the ocean of light.
Happiness is magenta
It fills the naked mind so we don’t decline,
It Feels like an unknown laughter
we don’t recognize it, still crave it.
It looks like a faraway Ferris wheel,
Swivelling and whirling,
Filled with smiles and bright eyes,
Too far for my happiness,
Not far enough for my regard.
Happiness is magenta,
It is a cordial illusion we plunge ourselves into.
Walls
Built strong
But Demolished themselves
I see you surrendered to the temptation
How should I condemn you?
Should I even blame you?
The allure of the plums is hard to combat
You plunged into it knowingly or unknowingly
Now the plums are gone along with my sanity
We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.”– Orson Welles
When you hear in the news or someone says that social distancing could become a new normal it truly makes you uneasy,
going from meeting and greeting every day to being isolated from human contact is overwhelming, everyone needs a break which often for most of us is meeting our family and friends or going out with them.
Regardless it made me understand that being alone isn’t necessarily a bad thing, many relationships were mended as we realised how valuable they truly are.
This lockdown gave us an opportunity to take a glimpse at ourselves, do we recognize this persona in the mirror?
But there are always two sides to a story while some are thriving others keep suffering, the lockdown undoubtedly has taken a toll on the mental health of many.
We all have been hit individually, the virus isn’t going anywhere soon and we need to learn and survive with our current circumstances.
In the midst of our catastrophic lives when no one had the time to face the harsh reality of our crippling world, the weather was more important. In the midst of our ignorance, we were hit by one of the deadliest pandemics which forced us all to stay inside our homes( for those who have one).
The first few weeks went by almost everyone complaining and whining about being stuck inside while on the other side of the world a whole nation is being eradicated, but for the news channels what the rich are eating was more important.
According to me the death of George Floyd a black man who was killed in daylight by police officers in the United States for allegedly using a counterfeit bill gave birth to a worldwide movement starting from racism against people of black skin and police brutality to further expand into awareness against racism and how forces exploit their powers all over the world.
This made us realise our oblivion towards issues like police brutality, middle east, the environment, increasing rape cases etc matters like the above were hardly talked about the newspapers had articles about what an A-list celebrity wore not about how every day workers(who largely constitute of women of colour in 3rd world countries like Bangladesh) are paid less than 1% of what these MNCs earn, sometimes they aren’t paid at all.
This is our chance to do and be better to educate ourselves and everyone around us.
How fascinating,
The way a concoction of desolate, sadness and all that’s ice ,
Spirals into a ray of fictitious yet beautiful lore,
They part from their cluster,
To become a part of someone’s dream lustre
I just wanna stay in the confines of my mind,
It’s dark sometimes.
Away from the eyes of our kind,
it’s hard sometimes,
Running from the actuality of my life
To live far away from all the cries,
It’s hard sometimes.
It’s dark and lonely in my hood
But it’s away from the crowd,
My silent thoughts are still so loud.
Should I surrender or rebel,
It makes me tremble
To face faces every day,
It’s hard sometimes.
Places to go
Place to feel,
Why does my mind drive to a place where I loose the fight.
Sleeping shouldn’t feel so lonely,
Why do my thoughts creep in ghostly,
It’s hard sometimes.
People live in their glory,
While I dictate my sob story
I just wanna stay in the confines of my mind.
I recently came across a poem with the title `what I believe real women want’ in this, she wrote about how real women are caregivers and are a safe place for men after they return from a hard day of work.
I think we all can define our` womanliness’ in our own way. Not all of us want a man to take care of us , not all of us are gentle that doesn’t make us less of a woman, some don’t even want a man period, Some are independent others need to be depend on their partners both of these situations don’t make them less of a woman. Gender is fluid we don’t need to be restricted by the inane roles the society thinks a man and woman should play. Not all of us want the same things, being self-sufficient doesn’t make you less of a woman neither does being a caregiver.
Throughout our history men have defined what women want and need we have been oppressed and had to work hard to earn freedom, independence and equal rights. Women themselves shouldn’t define what others like them want.
The stars moon,
And everything fine,
They pray from dusk till dawn
Bring back the light,
Which the gods bestowed.
‘Tis not the creation,
They formed.
Oh! How meritorious
The world was to be
But the living is futile
Replete with deadly sins
Ordinary girl 