Combat of the Mind

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I thought it was out of my life
That ugly and mind sapping feeling of worthlessness
Had vanished
If not for good, at least it had gone
To a land far away, for like a vacation
But one day
Without any warning
It crawled its way back in
No knock!
No, “May I come in?”
Appeared like unwanted guests
Making me feel disoriented
Disturbing the allignment of positivity
My heart ached with a familiar emptiness
Creating a deep pit in my stomach
Mocking Me, even laughing at me
Like I am not good enough for anything
Taking over my self belief
Making me give up and give in
I know I have to fight it again
Fight the helplessness
Fight that treacherous rascal
That wore me down from within
I know I have to muscle past the lethargy
Rid my body of its poison
Because I am not okay
To give up control
My feelings and my mind are mine
And some trashy devious made up beings
Do not get to rule me,


राहत की मिठास


या कहे बुंदों की सैना
जो कभी धम धम करती,
कभी गुस्से से गरजती,
मानो आगे बढ़ते
बादलों को चीरकर
ज़मीन पर बरसकर
बड़ी खुबसूरती से,
करती है हमारा बचाव
बचाव उस ताप से, उस धुप से
हर एक बुंद, जैसे राहत का प्याला।
फुल, पत्तों में फिर चढ़ाती रंग
लाती भीनी सी खुशबू अपने संग।
धुटन का करती है नाश
जीत की खुशी में चमकता है आकाश।
सुखे को करती शांत
मीठी धूनो से शुरू होती हर भोर
जुन के महीने में,
जब ये करती हैं अपना पहला वार
सभी का मन में हे पनपती
खुशी की लहर।

Group Hug

You know that feeling,
The one you get,
When in a tight group hug.
One you get,
When you share 12 year old jokes,
With everyone in that hug,
And laugh every single time.
Each time harder than the last.
That feeling is special!
It can last a lifetime.
Keep it in tact.

The Orange Frame

15 minutes since he placed the order
“Bhaiyya ek Orange Dena.”
He couldn’t wait to get his hands on it
To feel the chill,
All the way from his tongue to toes.

“30 rupiya”, said bhaiyya,
Handing him a glass of orange ice gola
Finally, he got his favourite summer treat
Or let’s say, Retreat.

He dipped the ice shaving,
Deep into the orange Sherbet
All the way, till where the glass ended
And took a long chuski,
Relishing the orange clad ice

With every sip, with every bite,
Feeling the joy of summer
“Bhaiyya thoda aur sherbet milega?” he asked
The flavour making him go, aahhh!

Blissful indulgence,
Savouring each chuski,
Happiness reflecting in his smile,
Captured like a piece of art,
Between the luscious Orange Frame
His lips!!



Thank You!!!
From the bottom and,
every crevice of my heart.
To all the lonely people
For making me feel a part,
For becoming my staple.
Knowing I am not alone
Makes every day survival
A lesser degree of tough,
On some occasions even simple.
You lot are my tribe
Close by or far away
To each other’s emotions
We Subscribe!!!


Share the Good!

Where is the good news?
Where is it hiding?

Arrested, Raped
Died. Molested
Stress, Depression
Attacks, Destruction

Is all that our eyes are forced to read
Or what our ears are forced to listen

Every headline written
Every story reported
Every article shared
Has the scent of gory sprayed on it

Is there no good happening?
Has good become an extinct species?

The answer, probably not!
The answer, it’s all around
The answer, it’s happening all the time
The answer, we need to find it.

Good, it’s just playing hide and seek?
it’s us giving the den all the time.

Look closely, and we shall find it
Oh and we shouldn’t forget to share it.
For even a tiny little piece of information
Is a happy read for our sour eyes.



For Happiness Sake

As Easy,
As switching on a button
That’s what sadness has become.

An Addiction,
The kind you don’t choose
That’s what sadness has become.

A Companion,
Who is there for you all the time
That’s what sadness has become

The sad part about sadness is
We’ve left happy far far behind
Mixing sadness in our daily grind

How did we drift to this glum side?
When we have an alternative
That is both pretty and positive

Snap your finger and turn it on
Move to the happy state, reborn!

This Guy Loves Mondays

Have you met Raymond?
He loves Mondays
in fact,
He waits for them.
With maximum excitement.

He likes new things
Their shine and the mystery
of unfolding and knowing them.
He loves Mondays
Monday begins a new week.

He enjoys meeting people
listening to their stories
and experiences.
He loves Mondays
Monday makes him meet people.

Chaos is the air he breathes
it takes him away
away from the haunting Sunday calm.
He loves Mondays
Mondays give him a soothing relief.

He loves a delicious meal
The aroma from numerous lunch
boxes, gives his sesnses a high.
He loves Mondays
Monday is the first day of his indulgence.

He likes to be in control,
of his thoughts, which generally
go haywire every weekend.
He loves Mondays
Mondays force him to focus and concentrate.

Have you met Raymond?
He loves Mondays.
He is one amongst us
Only that he has
Found a fresh way to look at tomorrow.

Love- not about a single emotion

Is it just about affection?
Is it limited to protection?
No, love is not, it is not
about a single emotion
It is in fact, a bunch of stuff!

Stuff like respect
Appreciation, pride
Keeping yourself aside

Stuff like pep talk
Belief, advice
Accepting their wow and vice

Stuff like listening
Getting mad, really mad
Eventually hugging it out

Stuff like no judging
Helping, being around
Being angry, even

Stuff like not taking for granted
Supporting, Dreaming
together for them with them

Is not just about saying you care
It is about remembering what they care for.

Craving Respite

The struggle went on and on.
Every day she mustered courage
From the deepest layer of her skin

Took on the day
Spent all her energy
Her inner demons

Most days were hard
Leaving her drained
Pushing her beyond limits

She had accepted the challenge
Devised ways to win too.
She marched ahead, small steps of victories.

But, just this once
She could not bear it.
Was not ready to give up, not yet
Did not want to succumb
All she needed
All she secretly wished for
Was to lie down
Give her mind some rest
Absorb the ache to rise again
She just needed a tiny
Small little break
A respite
For her skin and soul.