Flipping through the old diariesReading out the old poemsListening to the old voicesI feel nostalgic Helpless I feelsometimes to such an extentThat the very word seemsto be trivial to me I swear I always triedtill there were tears in my eyesand i know i could not make anyone believewhat my life has always meant to me I was never born to obligethe whims and expectations … Continue reading I Am Alive
If my mind can be a place, it is a maze Some parts are deep stinking ditches While some are fragrant bright gardens Some are as dangerous as a cliff edge While some are as benevolent as a rose bed Some are roller coaster rides to old memoirs While some are winding roads to a new adventure If my mind can be a person, … Continue reading My mind is a kaleidoscope
Every sprout is a promise to the seed Every invention is a tribute to the need Every intention welcomes a new deed Every incarnation is the birth of a creed When everything new bids farewell to old Each new day hands me memories to hold Every literature gives me thoughts to mold Every tragedy leaves me bewildered and cold Now that I know each chilly … Continue reading A Ray Of Hope For The Tired Soul
A very old poem I wrote when I was suffering from clinical depression and couldn’t see any hope ahead. They say life is not a bed of roses You say everyone goes through one But tell me, dear, for once Do you know what it is really like? To witness life as a car crash Hear everything you held close Breaking like glass, … Continue reading Death
They say everyone has a demon to fight, I have met mine. It sits between my heart and throat, I fear if it wakes up, It won’t let me move. I fear, either it would pierce my heart open or project my inner darkness on the world. Sometimes I fight, often I lose; I sit silently for hours until it goes. I threaten I would … Continue reading The Demon Inside Me
Can love exist without respect? This is a question that I always find myself pondering upon. I come from a place where love was found in abundance. Whether it’s my own family, my friend circle, or neighborhood, there was no dearth of well-wishers. I never had to face any discrimination based on my gender or so I thought. For a long time, I thought gender … Continue reading Why I think Indian women are the most vulnerable to mental health issues?
How the survival skills I learned trying to combat depression is helping me survive lockdown Continue reading Mental Health during Lockdown: Lessons I learned from my tryst with depression