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 I ask you a question? You sure can. What’s the boiling point of water? It’s 100-degree Celsius I suppose. What’s the boiling point of blood? Why do you ask such an absurd question? Well, I’ve always had my haemoglobin low. So, I wonder that’s where all my blood goes. It boils & evaporates in the thin air Every time I hear a girl is … Continue reading The Boiling Point Of Blood
As a small kid, I yearned for an elder sister. I did have cousins who were in their late teens. But they lived in the village and we could afford to visit them only once a year- during the summer vacation. Summers in rural Odisha during the early ’90s when inverters were yet to become a thing was particularly difficult. But even the Sun God … Continue reading Smile
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
कभी कभी जब राहें चलते चलते एक अंत पर आती हैं तो खुद से मन पूछ बैठता है- अब आगे क्या? बस यही है अंत सभी उड़ानों का? क्या सचमुच यही है अंत- अनंत में ढूँढता है उत्तर अपने ही प्रश्न का एक वक़्त था जब पैरों में सामर्थ्य नहीं था खड़े होने का ऊँगली पकड़ संभलते, अपनी राह तय करते थे कच्ची उम्र … Continue reading अब आगे क्या?
Waking up on an autumn morn, I can hear the silence everywhere. Neither the rattling noise of the fan Nor the clicking of the AC stabilizer, The morning is here without the dawn And I feel a little closer to the nature. A faint streak of light far in the sky, Glistening like a distant floodlight. My cognizance mingling with a trance, Distant memories … Continue reading The autumn dew