Thoughts to Words

Welcome 2018 A cauldron of sins, Forgiven after pilgrimages, Bathing in rivers, Confessions within four walls, Penance and anecdotes of healing. Bygones burnt into ashes, In some cases buried. Demons cursed, Angels applauded, Yin and yang- Contrary forces, albeit complimentary, Domiciled in the same philosophy. New Year's Eve and the hype, As if history will never repeat itself, "Anyway, Happy New Year and God bless!" Cannot escape some clichés you see. ©songbriti

A mushy love story's protagonist? Spare me the honour, I cannot to justice to it. In an unscripted meeting, When I crack sarcastic jokes, Read between my lines, You will know what you mean to me. When I have mood swings, Fluctuating abruptly, Switching off Zen mode, To staying fixated on Jungli mode, Screaming, "Cut the jazz and leave!", And, I do not bother apologizing, Look behind my ego, You will know what you mean to me. Once in a blue moon, When I message you first, Asking you, "Are you alive or dead?" Try measuring my emotions, I am more than sure, Never will you ever know, The intensity of my love for you. ©songbriti

Writers caressing their muse, Carrying a bag full of unrefined ideas, Breathing in air full of passion, A place I would love to be born in. Where an umbrella is a colourful prison, People fall in love with the rain instead, Soaking in all the inspiration. Mother Nature guiding stories, Where the mind is the best camera, An eidetic memory is always working, Clicking images of love and peace. Where a map shows several paths, But they all lead to one destiny. Where every heart owns a bunch of keys, Keys which unlock dreams. Dreams which behave like mirror neurons, Making utopia the only reality. ©songbriti

Going gaga over New Year's Day, Resolutions and celebrations, La la la! Dance and sing aloud! A new life, a new beginning, A brand new pinch for the new dress! Radiating richness and wealth. Down the same lane, 31st December or 1st January, Dates make no difference to them. Where the fulfillment of basic needs, Like food, water, oxygen and? And use high speed internet, Ask 'Google' to fill in the blanks. A divide between two worlds, Is a constant. Politicians and gold diggers, Their traits won't change. Sponsors of 'Hunger Games', Awesome hollywood reference! Oops sorry! I am such a spoilt sport. Please carry on with your valuable day! ©songbriti

On my heart you poured a paint, A red one, Wine coloured, Apparently representing love, Recoating it thickly and keenly, Your efforts seemed real. On New Year's Eve- I ran towards your treehouse, With excitement as pure as wine. A pair of stilleto heels coloured black, Were lying on the grass, Heard a hearty laughter the next minute, I decided not to disturb you. The silent night was perfect, It was ideal for new lovers, Lovers- who were "made for each other." My teardrops had a moisturel effect, The paint which drugged my heart, Cajoled it to trust sheer lies, Was washed away swiftly. Corroded and utilised, Strong heart- it still worked for my life, And, continued beating competently. ©songbriti

"Are you an atheist?", they asked with an expression of annoyance and disappointment on their faces when she refused to bow down in front of the magnificent deity. She didn't justify her behaviour to them. Neither did she care to clarify their doubts about her being an atheist or an agnostic. She believed in a belief which was the truest depiction of reality.        "Maa, your divinity has always embraced me and protected me. How can I be an atheist or an agnostic when the creator of my universe is always infront of my eyes.", she said and sought her mother's blessing inside the temple. Tears rolled down her mother's cheeks as she reminisced about the days of her child's infancy.                                                 Everyone is answerable to the Almighty for their deeds and this child too did not deviate from the 'Rule Book'. ©songbriti

Digging out ghastly details of the past has no advantage at all. You know it, the universe knows it and I know it too. "Move on.", "Get over it.", "Live in the present."- these words have beautifully woven motivational lines that have made it to my list of favourites. I preoccupy myself with laughing out loud. Laughter therapy without any expert guidance is what I often try. Apart from practising how to hahahaha, I also indulge in penning words, reading books that succeed in grabbing my interest and watching inspirational videos on the internet. All this for "Moving on." , "Getting over it." and "Living in the present." Feels good for sure. It is as if my mind is a supermodel who is walking on a cake with a confident face. Smooth day. "Peek-a-boo, we are back." Says who? The night, the past and the ghosts. All of them shouting in chorus. And before I can defend my present, the gate of the unconscious room is pushed

I do not want anything specifically and temporarily for Christmas. Make up your mind first, then pick a day of your choice and gift me all your loyalty permanently. ©songbriti

Be the Santa Claus who carries infinite love in his bag, pour it on hearts which feel like a desert. May celebrations be evergreen in their lives. ©songbriti

Lachrymal tsunami flowing thirstily, Secreting lament, An insurgency to topple torment, Held back once, Insurmountable at present. I would be honored to remind you, Getting carried away is bootless. Misperceptions are common, Evaluate thy decisions with patience. Breaking down and cribbing, Easy-peasy but not worth it. Fight the disaster, On the inside and outside too. You are the ocean, You are the wave, Channelize thy power in the right inlet. Shed no tears for them, Invest thy love on humans who truly care. ©songbriti

"Where is my heart?" Invisible much. Covered with pain, Which is its coffin. There is a river within, Where heartbeats act as currents, Reducing the ache it feels. The intensity rises and falls, People come and go, Curiously enquiring about my heart, Failing to observe that it is buried alive. ©songbriti

Harsh winter stealthily enters, Choking the scorching sun. Snow giggling incessantly, Gossiping with the pine trees. The scourge of changing seasons, Is suffered by all. Permitting it is never a choice, Hunting for healing unavoidably is. A matter of habit so addictive, And we conveniently curse time! Sit back on your rocking chair, Passively watch the cycle moving. One gains control, The other becomes a slave. Raising concerns? Spare yourself from excess baggage. Perpetual wars, Swords sharpened with egos, Laced with ruthlessness, Crumpling each other's strengths. My idealistic friend, Santa Claus is on his way, Sing carols, make wishes, Continue being happy and ignorant. ©songbriti

The torn papers smiled with joy when the writer's novel finally found a perfect ending. ©songbriti

Body disposed, Clues destroyed, Case close, Shadow followed, Karma onboard, Trickster trapped, Case reopened, Grave dug, Crime buried, Avenged murder, Life settled. ©songbriti

"Grow up! Will you?" This silly question had an underlying tone of a command. It actually seemed like a joke to her. That one statement fancily dressed as a question was not only annoying, but it also gave her a valid reason to grow a lot more stubborn. Stubborn in the right sense. She was the best version of herself. Being the best version does not indicate that she was perfect. It was a version which made her she smile genuinely whenever she looked at the mirror. The version which had a sense of humour that could make her friends laugh out  loud. She learnt from her mistakes, rectified them and progressed at her own pace. She did not participate in rat races. Humans don't need to either, they just choose to. If she grows up or even intends to do so, she will no more be the best. Let her be, pamper the child that dwells in her soul. The child who loves creativity. Do not force her to update this version of herself, you never know the disaster that might come along with

Hands smothered in clay, Artistic work in progress, A little bit of suspense is left, Imagination will be given life. Breathing-taking features, Passion flowing in speed, Through the veins and arteries, Persuasively, perfectly, persistently. Carving out the minutest details, Emitting aesthetic pleasure, Art blessed with adeptness, Formed a majestic beauty. ©songbriti

Is there an exit door? Rebelling, screaming, calming down. I have tried it all. Locking the demons, Burning their core, I have tried it all. Forgetting, forgiving, resigning, Starting afresh, I have tried it all. I am here writhing in pain, Imprisoned in this dungeon, I tried my best to alter this fate. ©songbriti

A masterpiece is born, Exceptionally stunning. Keep the bait ready, Compel the world, Entice 'em, Push everyone into a trance like state, Assure me that they will yell, "Your highness. We choose you as our queen." ©songbriti

Canopy of the forest, Dense and huge, Sunlight pours in, Graceful and tranquilizing. Scattered hope; those rays- Such powerful energy. The mist, that novice, Escaped and hid in a place far away. Drifting towards the end, Tiny droplets, Dainty darlings they were, Engulfed in an illusion, Incognizant of what power is, Survival means survival, Unquestionably, you dare not try to rule. ©songbriti

You can plagiarise someone's work, Garner all the praise- Which you are desperate for. Receive an award, Earn money, eat honey, Enjoy that fame, For you will be a well-known name. Huh, is this your occupation? Or childhood ambition? To be a thief, Get everything through stealing. Pangs, do you feel them at night? When you are about to sleep... Your inner conscience is talking to you. It knows, You are not meant for this. Please get the hell out of this tragedy! Be an artist, not a thief. Time to burst your bubble, Plagiarism is not an art, It is treachery. ©songbriti

Someone observed my behaviour and drew a conclusion that I have forgotten to love myself. A friend of mine read a short story that I wrote yesterday and understood that I am comfortably numb. Being numb and yet comfortable, what a bizzare condition! I believed music has the superpower to evoke emotions. I tried healing myself with it last night. Tears were what I required, I wanted music to help my tears flow. Tears that would bring back pain. Pain that would trigger my emotions. Emotions that would make me cry without any hindrance. I forced my heart to feel the music and pain too. I literally begged my eyes to react. How lazy are they I wondered after a couple of hours passed by and they still refused to react whatsoever. It's like they were hell-bent on carrying out something identical to the Non-Cooperation Movement. The playlist on my phone continued playing some selected songs on loop. What an absolute waste of time it was. Therefore, I unplugged the set of earphones and ga

"What's wrong with you?", people interrogated. By people, I mean my family and a few close friends. Who else would be interested in what we call a common person. Not the media for sure cause my  story would obviously not succeed in creating a tempting headline! Nor, the psychiatrist unless I decide to take an appointment and consult him/her. A few months back, I knew what was wrong with me. I had this ability and capacity called self-awareness. Right now, I am not sure if I still possess it. With time, I lost all the answers and again with time I also quit asking questions. In the past I loved talking to myself. Today, myself and I share this peculiar awkwardness. Days or nights, dawn or dusk, life or death nothing makes a difference. I am not happy. I am not sad. I am not angry. I am... Seriously, what's wrong with me? God! I don't know and I am in no hurry to find an answer either. ©songbriti

We meet everyday, Through words, Or, blank pages... ©songbriti

And you my man- I have invested my trust and love on you, You are not going to let me down, Not today, nor tomorrow or even after I die. This is a lifetime deal. ©songbriti

Intoxicated by love, A grand wedding took place, Woo-hoo! What a day! They were lawfully married. Romance and honeymoon, Anniversaries and dates, "Aww, so cute.", The world loves this clichéd compliment. Time for an interval. Then the expected happened... Woefully, logic came their way, Their brains were detoxified, The happy ending was an accident, Dr. Sense further handled the case. Everything's under control, Divorce "aww-fully" saved them. @songbriti

Be loud. No one's listening? Be louder. Still no response? Be the loudest. Scream your lungs out. I was just kidding! I thought you already knew, Silence is the new loud once you're dead. ©songbriti

A four year old, Then a teenager, Even the elderly are not spared. Crime against women– A plague. I am confirmed, this won't end. Criminals are thick skinned, Do I need to mention, Our country's law is impotent, It has no balls. The former line is a fact. The floor is open; Prove me wrong, I will humbly accept my defeat, If you can make even one woman say, "I feel completely safe." ©songbriti

Scoop out all that determination, Spare no nook and corner. The heart has to find its happiness, Atleast let it try. ©songbriti

I hide behind your shadow, My intellect lies fallow. Seeds of creativity were sown, Thereafter art was buried alive. No pause— Continuity of a full stop. Tiredness was not in the picture, Sadness quit long back, Left with blankness, Rings of empty spaces stole the limelight. ©songbriti

One December, She metamorphosed into ice, Cold and peerless. Winter was agitated, Her presence humiliated it. ©songbriti

A man of his word. Handsome and charismatic, Prince Charming's rival, He is as romantic as he seems, Damsels fall head over heels for him. A one woman man, Keeps his promises. This fairy tale has a small twist, You want me to tell you about it? Well, the woman in his story keeps changing. ©songbriti

Chunks of bad memories piled up in my long-term memory. Clustered together, fighting their way to remain etched with power. Power to keep the trauma intact in me. I wish the waves had the potential to wash the pain away. But waves you know they love throwbacks. A friend of mine briefly told me about a student who was suffering from retrograde amnesia after she met with an accident. She had forgotten three consecutive years of her life. I don't know the details of this incident. I assume the young lady must have had both good and bad memories during that span of time like we all do. Having been students of psychology, we often discussed true stories related to mental health conditions. I feel amused when I am still unable to cure the mess in my mind. The Masters Degree I earned in Psychology, the marks awarded to me, the praises I received from my teachers for those well written assignments make absolutely no sense to me right now. A few days back, I took a knife from the kitchen

The dark night smiles for you, Your eyes light up its world. It enjoys your company, Those adorable self talks, The way you visit your dream, Life then seems to have a perfect theme. It ignores the stars, Hardly cares about the moon, Persuades the sun to sleep a little more. The dark night doesn't want to rise, A secret admirer it is, Wishes to be forever lost in you. ©songbriti

Juggling words, Placing them carefully, A poem is on the way, Voila, we are done! Something doesn't feel right though. "What is it? What is it?" I repeat this line around ten times, The main ingredient is lacking. Inspiration, I have to search for it. Abracadabra! Found it! A blank page appears in front of me, I got to create incredible magic with it. ©songbriti

Hi there, it's role-play time. You were my bestseller. You borrowed all my passion, My resources have depleted. Your turn to make me your story. Write me deeply, Use your ink wholeheartedly, You have gallons of it. Compromising isn't creativity's cup of tea, Drink that strong black coffee, Start thinking, time is running out. Stardom is what I need on the D-day. ©songbriti

A creation, You gave life to, Is in danger. They are threatning her at gunpoint. Save her, won't you? She doesn't care a whit about her life. Who said the age of chivalry is dead? Scoundrels should not be spared. Her memory requires a jog, Push her forward, Motivate her to an extent so unending, That she regains her consciousness. "My life's life is alive for your breath." These words will be her strength. An emotional anchor is all she needs. You don't need to fight battles for her, She will be the warrior queen, Just make sure she never forgets- You love her beyond infinity. ©songbriti

Want to see how loyal a friend I am? Please be my guest. Set the toughest test for me, Take as much time as you need, Before you decide to tell me, "I trust you completely". ©songbriti

Singing sand dunes, Rumbling mysteriously, Roaring in between. I know not what they want to convey. Invisible words, Humming about pain? Unbearable and torturous? 'Tis what I feel, vibes of suffering. O, wind of glory, Convince thy friends, Ask them to unburden their hearts, I am waiting to listen to them. Questing for the truth, A musical one. I put at stake my solitude, Syncing myself to their melody. To hide or not to hide, The choice is theirs, I offer my friendship, Fear not, 'Brutus' is not my name. ©songbriti

I have no story, Or any special memory. Merely a purposeless heart, Inhabitant of a barren soul, Sans love, sans laughter and sans life. ©songbriti

The warmth of his heart, Hugged her cosily, Like a knight in shining armour, He rescued it from turning cold. ©songbriti

Heard of a dictionary? A treasury of words, Diversity of denotations, Search for one meaning, A hundred more pop up. Perspectives differ helplessly, Bound by their nature. Flip the pages at your own pace, Traverse for yourself, Your pursuit. Entwined fates have to meet. Magnetic energy at its best! Be prepared for surprises, The word you are so fervently finding, Might lead you to me. Once upon a time, As cliché as it sounds, You were the scar, I was the story. Truth accepts only one identity. ©songbriti

Enthralled by the toy, His eyes shone brightly. Pretty thing! Safeguarded by a transparent glass. Money, money, money, Where art thou? Another day showed up- Unfailingly and sadistically. Good Samaritans, were busy. He looked at the toy time and again. Money, money, money, Where art thou? November owned Children's Day, December boasted about Christmas, January celebrated New Year's Day... Irrespective of occassions, desires died. Smiles were eclipsed by teardrops, Left with no choice, the child forgot the toy. ©songbriti

I want to be with you, I want to escape you too. I want to laugh my lungs out, I want to cry my heart out too. I want to steal your attention, I want to ignore our relation too. I want to imprison you, I want to set you free too. I want to be insane about you, I want to protect my sanity too. I want to breathe for you, I want to die for you too. ©songbriti

She was empty, One day, She devoted her soul to him, Life found a new meaning, Whilst she nurtured it daily. ©songbriti

Smiles exchanged, Hearts shy, Cheeks blushing, Eyes glittering. One hug, One confession, No "I". It's "Us". ©songbriti

I wake up to a morning accompanied by a blocked nose, watery eyes and ten consecutive 'achoos'. No doctor has entirely been able to cure my chronic allergic rhinitis yet. Breathing through my nose is an opportunity I am often grateful for! Done with freshening up. Time to eat a boring cum healthy breakfast. Yes you heard it right, oats and milk seriously need to get a life and leave my life too! Where's my laptop? I open the "Stories" folder and there you go...So many incomplete stories bundled up there! God, why do I get stuck midway always? You know, beginnings are always a treat and endings hardly fail to ill-treat my stories by rarely showing up. "... Thoughts travelled back and forth in her mind with each song. She stopped her car near a restaurant and there she waited patiently for her favourite cuisine. * Chicken Alfredo Pasta* deserved being loved and savoured. Living in a foreign land, for the sake of money and money alone is #SadLife. She had s

You beguiled me with your words, My heart was flattered, Like always my mind became the saviour, It rescued its frenemy from drowning, How could they be defeated by deception? That is just not happening for real. ©songbriti

My 'Not So Dear' Mr. Fear, What do I bribe you with? One second, who am I even kidding? You have a clean record in my world. I look at the lonely road, contemplate like some wise person and take the alternative road that is sufficiently crowded to merge shadows. Alcohol. Yes, I'll burn you with it. It will be the antibiotic against you tonight. Goodness! The wine shop is occupied by men. Men who are staring at me and then having a chat with their respective minds about how I am a disgrace to the society. Some of their minds have now collaborated and I can hear whispers. "One Smirnoff. Green Apple.", I say in a voice that is audible enough. Am I invisible? It would be great if I were so. Kicking asses becomes so much easier when you have some kinda superpower. Unfortunately, I have no superpower and neither is the shopkeeper deaf or blind. *Ignorance* is his boss here. "Uncle, One Smirnoff. Green Apple. Please.", I repeat. Ok, the emphasis on *please*

She walked slowly amidst the lane of greenery, Her eyes were awestruck owing to its inevitable beauty. The clock’s tic-tac was not distinct but time still had wings- She climbed a hill top to fetch it and it moved far away. It mocked every walk of her, Her eyes were restless when it hid behind the fogs. The boat shaped silver beauty mesmerized her vision, She felt a paramount tranquility. Koo-koo, the caged koel at the verandah twittered. The sunlight eclipsed the boat shaped beauty- Her eyes grasped the essence of a soothing dream, And she woke up to walk the green lane to absorb reality. ©songbriti

Weaving darkness, Deceiving charm, Praises worn, Lavish lifestyle. Alarming vagaries! Morals jeopardized, Looting innocents, Breeding corruption. Hovering wolves, Camouflaged smirks. Destabilizing societies, No redemption. Integrity choked, Scandals unexposed. Menacing beasts, Hopes fatigued. ©songbriti

Oozing like a lava, Dripping into the ocean, Steaming sentiments, Hardened ages ago, Shaking with rage tonight. A reincarnation of paradise. Cultivating resilience, In lost refugees. An island with open arms, Built of immortality. ©songbriti

Get set... Sacrifice on loop, Recurrent struggles, Error: Dreams not found. Pig-headed blunders! Retry... retry...retry. Impuissant rectification, Error: Dreams not found. Switched worlds, Learnt to unlearn, Checkmate failures. Dreams successfully saved! ©songbriti

Come in dear, it is such an honour to have you here. I can't wait any longer to welcome you into our world. Initially, you were like fire, your determination was unbeatable. Give me those ashes, let us preserve them in the renowned "Four Walls Museum". Our members, will be proud of it. We have taken years to convince you to be one of us.  You were only seven years old when we first met you. What an enthusiastic girl you were! Back then, you had royally ignored us though. In your teenage days, you were so passionately engrossed in your life! You shut the door on our face whenever we hoped for a meeting with you.  This year, during September, we spotted you in the park near your house. Dressed nicely, playing with a child. If we aren't mistaken, she is your daughter right? What a well-behaved kid she is! It was music to our ears when we heard that you won the best employee award at your office. Had you not been guided by us that night, you would have probably been st

Gazing at the stars; Thinking about a thought, A single one at a time. Shifting to the next one smoothly, Welcoming each one pleasantly, Slipping into a dreamland. A night better than good; Possibly, one of the best! I envy this person's mind, Composed and obedient; Unlike mine! Juggling my thoughts all the time, Tossing them recklessly, Throwing tantrums, Silently screaming, like a hooligan, Even when it's past midnight! ©songbriti

Hearts beating Desires unveiled Metaphors helped Facts scattered Fictional climax Pages hinted. Secrets found Cupid smiled Pages agreed Words promised Love believed Commitment proved. ©songbriti

I want to cry and yet stay strong, "Crying" and "strong" are often treated as parallels. Blocking the truth from surfacing is hard, Paralysing it, to proceed further is wrong. I am harrowed by my forlorn attempts, To confess my sins to you. So much is concealed beneath yesterday. Only to make "the happily ever after" happen. A string of attachment with you, Is my only ray of hope. Residues of my past will certainly petrify you, Your judgement will bolster the darkness in me. For me to be yours, truly yours. Permit me to bury the gory past my love, Fossils will become extinct with time. Bear with me, I won't let you down, Being a perfidious lover ain't my style. ©songbriti

"You were a necessity, not my desire." Smashing your trust with harsh words, A crescendo of despair abducted you. Your dignity was tremendously injured. Hatred took charge immediately. "Come what may, I will not look back." Stone-hearted you shall be. No power will be able to break you again. You are only mine, Only I can shatter you. Your love is still a prisoner in my heart, I dare you to rescue it if you can. ©songbriti

It kept coming back time and again. The iteration made me feel restless. I wasn't tired of its existence, but I was disgusted with my cowardice. How would I ever come to terms with it what I did? I wondered if I could find peace after death meets me. I didn't intend to be unjust or to run away from the situation. Then, with time, I grew desperate for some amount of security, and I gave up. I gave up on my dream. My new found identity was a mismatch for my happiness and peace. My bank balance was secure but my sleep was ruined night afer night. The inhibitions and the guilt I had within me was my biggest failure. What is success when you have killed your dream. I deserve zilch because not for once did I care about my heart. Disguised as a perfect example of a "successful woman" for the society, I plead my dream to stop mocking me every single night. Forgiveness is what I seek for having broken my promise. A promise to give it life, to keep it safe and to live with it

Treasure your time, Treat it with respect, Season every minute with passion, Make love with those golden chances. Infinite seconds make a lifetime, Moreover, life happens only one time. Rushing aimlessly, trying to win against it? Time is your prince, you are a princess. There is no competition in love! Stop being a spoilsport, It is like committing a crime in disguise. Tame your mind, Make it obey your heart everytime. ©songbriti

A pink paper shell, Glowing with a small candle flame. Ready to impress the dark sky, It rose as high as it could, Filled the sky with soothing light, Wandered there, tried imitating the stars. Stars, the permanent residents; Laughed at it and demeaned it ruthlessly, Crushing all the hopes it had. Pink turned black, A little wax was left inside. Burnt and untended- It stopped inhaling expectations. Stars continued twinkling with pride, The flying lantern eventually gave up on life. ©songbriti

Frustration enclosed you from every angle, In a hurry to release that irritation, Free your nerves from the tension, You rush into the building with annoyance. A bundle of notes rolled in your pocket. Money, the only thing you have earned so far, Is your support system. You pay the money and find your way to her room. She is dressed as usual, Her heart is bandaged. You don't care about paying any heed to it. This is a deal and will remain so. Succumbing to your demand, She begins to profess her interest in you, That bloody wealth you possess; Has ruined her health inside out. An hour passes by, She lays naked on the bed. The same you who was insulting her a while ago, Is now desperate to come back to her tomorrow. Physically a little tired and mentally relieved, You make an exit from her chronically untidy room. Not a single person will point a finger at you. The world knows that you are a model of rectitude. "These prostitutes are characterless."

Thoughts of revenge gripped my mind, I felt an unstoppable urge; To strangle your neck, Suffocate you till you start breathing in hell. A payback is what you deserve, That would violently rip your soul apart. You infiltrated resentment into me, It grew fast and furious. Sins are sins only if you believe so. Seeing your soul suffer, Pieces of your peace struggling to come together, What a pleasure that would be! Wouldn't this be a spine-chilling story? Today, I am a non-violent person. Although this was all a part of my imagination, That doesn't mean I can't transform it into reality. ©songbriti

The place provided a panoramic view. It was there that we spotted each other. Your unblemished body was alluring, You were a perfect eye candy. I could dive into the sea of lust, Surrender to my temptations, Call it a "mistake" later, Then move on to the next chapter of life. People would judge my character. "That was my immaturity.", I'd say. Teenage would prove my point. No more guilt trips, no looking back. You would be a part of my history, But then those books made it impossible. Stories about love hypnotized my soul. Words flaunted about its eternity. This time I had no choice. And, here I am still waiting for my soulmate. Who would dive along with me, Into the ocean of love. ©songbriti

Turbulent times, Shifting was imperative. Necessity ignored, Evacuation didn't happen. Heart, that stubborn mule. Brimming with feelings. The cyclone of emotions, Hurled anger like never before. Sentiments bottled for years, A collision was unstoppable. All done and dusted. Calmness arrives. ©songbriti

The hollow of pain receives a massive push and it intensifies accepting the attack passively. Gallons of tears stored at the bottom of it. Denial gifted a moment of relief to the heart. Only a moment though. Try washing off an ointment from a wound immediately after you have applied it. The thought of this deed itself makes you feel terrible right? That is exactly how it feels when emotional pain slaps your mind. Finding a way through words, through creativity and finally learning to fictionalize pain. Feeling better again for a moment. However, this time you can keep creating these soothing moments as per your wish. That pen filled with ink is a medicine which will soak in all the tears and vent it out on the paper. Drop by drop these tears will leave the hollow and one day the hollow will disappear. The magic of creative writing has undoubtedly healed pain and cured it from within. The vicious cycle of pain does have a cure. You only need to find "your kinda medicine" to

Insecurities are clinging on to your thoughts. Living like a parasite, Sucking the life out of your motivation, Trying to make the future feel diffident. Filling it with poisonous presumptions. "What if" and "but" are the worst demons. Abandon these insecurities. Newsflash- Even breathing isn't a cake walk, It is a complex process. Breath. Breath. Breath. Exhale the fear, Inhale the everlasting dauntlessness. Allowing something to ruin your hopes, That is not happening! Use the spray of confidence, Destroy the fear. What will happen in the future? Is this what you are thinking? The future is waiting to gift you all the happiness. I repeat, breathing is a complex process, Breath. Breath. Breath. Once you stop being plagued by insecurities, Success will reside in your destiny. ©songbriti

I maintain silence and my ears listen to your advise. My body language is perfect, I'm skilled at controlling my reaction. My ears are irritated, Every cell in my brain wants to answer you. "Give it back to this person", they demand. No, no, no. This isn't the way to handle a situation. I tighten my fists and hide my hands under the table. When will this conversation end I think, The pretense continues- Your monotonous voice sounds dull. My patience has definitely increased. You have added fuel to my stubborn nature, This conversation isn't over. In the future, I will surely help you, My career graph puts an end to your obsession. The obsession to give "free advise". ©songbriti

'Baby, you are the one for me'. 'I will love you forever.' Do these lines strike a chord? While you reuse them for that special person. Huh, words- Poor words, they're exploited by you everyday. One conflict and that was it. Your rebound was waiting at the doorstep. The future has a great love story to narrate. Or perhaps, stories. Dear Ex, use your creative liberty. Come up with new strategies to impress your ' present '. ©songbriti

You meet him once, you meet him twice, If you are lucky you meet him a couple of times. The special day arrives, when you've to tie the knot. No secrets revealed. You know the best about him and vice-versa. There are so many unknown faces at the ceremony, Bow down to them my lady, Show them respect. In return, let them scrutinize your existence, They will decide what defines 'you'. The ceremony is over. Now- You are well trained to deal with 'tonight'. His bare hands will tackle every inch of your flesh, Crushing your soul, Shattering your ambitions. It's morning- Baby, this nightmare can still be stopped, Make your decision here and now. Marriage is a lifetime commitment, Don't let someone else arrange it for you, And be the cause of ruining your life. ©songbriti

Captivated by the bandwagon effect, Lost in conformity with the society. That childlike mind- With no boundaries to imagination, You are making it feel claustrophobic. Where is the curiosity buried? Need I remind you that you are your own mentor. Inevitably- There will be teething troubles in your way, Having said that- I know you will rise to those challenges. Find your joy through the chaotic road, Joy that makes you feel real. Let's not beat around the bush anymore- It's high time you get rid of self-doubt, Clear the path for new and positive thoughts. ©songbriti

Regardless of what yesterday did to you, Or how you painted it, You have a new canvas in front of you now. Fetch the colours you love, Splash your vision on the canvas. Wow, It's glittering like a star. Feels so soothing as the warm bournfire in winter. Perfect- The aura you have is gorgeous inside out. Cherish it and spread love around. ©songbriti

Promises made. Signatures decorated with emoticons. "We would be Friends till...?" "Pigs learn to fly". Gosh! That slam book was inked with a pack of lies. ©songbriti

Hush, hush! Don't let them know. Hide that red stain, You can do it very well. Replicate how you conceal all the insecurities. Although, I'm just guessing- You are having a hundred knots in your abdomen. 'Time' for sure is having a bad time. For all you know, Some species believe- Menstrual stress is a myth, Oh I forgot, it is their duty to bust it. They'd say, "Mood swings are so dramatic". And, also vouch for ignorance as the best medicine. You, my dear. Follow their instructions and obey them as always. Darling, forget that terrible pain. Hug your normalcy- See, you're doing great! Just continue pretending like nothing has happened. ©songbriti

Whoosh! And, then- Like an epidemic, Blankness spread through my mind. My blood behaved so calmly, As though it was imitating the Dead Sea. My body turned cold. "It's an emergency", someone yelled. Lying on the hospital bed, My eyes were the only ones that reacted, But, only for a few minutes. Someone came to visit me. It was as if heavy rainfall touched my blood, Stealing away its serenity. My soul felt marinated with pain. Every layer of numbness was erased. He walked towards me, Held my hands tenderly- He apologized after a decade. Death and forgiveness struck a bargain. I forgave him and death finally took me away. ©songbriti

Stay here and heal me, Fill in the void that pricks my heart everyday. If I tend to drift away from you- It is because I fear betrayal. Empower the boundary of your love with trust, I promise, I will never try to escape. Confessions aren't meant to be secrets, My emotions are naked today, They have finally come out of their shells. Last evening- I willingly allowed you to wipe my tears, There I was, crying like a child; Sharing a part of my vulnerability with you. A dream and a nightmare are two possibilities. With time, I will know which one you are meant to be. ©songbriti

' Today ' is pleading you, Waiting desparately for your acceptance. God! Are you still thinking of that memory? It's like a drop of horror is contaminating the entire ocean of peace. The mirror thinks you are a stranger. How can it recognise you, When you have forgotten yourself. One worthless memory. That is all it takes to destroy you? Change the climax of this story, Make a phenomenal comeback. Set an incredible example of fortitude, Demolish that memory and embrace ' Today '. ©songbriti

Why are you hesitant about yourself today? Did their looks seem condescending to you? Darling, just look around, I'm sure you will find many gems. You can then call them "friends". Paint your life with positivity, Choose every colour wisely, And, eliminate all the negativity. If needed, you can be your own best friend, But, never stop believing in yourself. ©songbriti

I once saw you at the edge of a mountain, I could feel courage residing in you. Today, your eyes reveal a different scenario, Your heart is urging you to be the old "You". No, no, no! You haven't lost your magic, It's all hidden in your soul. Don't wait for time to heal those wounds, You are your own cure. Release the freedom that you have caged, Be a fighter with sheer confidence. You are not here to give up, Now, go and just revive your spark again! ©songbriti

You ruined my pure conscience. I'm struggling to regain my innocence. Why did you choose to assassinate my peace? Did I seem like a prey to you? I feel like I'm indulged in a war with myself, Can you see this noose around my neck? Look at the ceiling fan and this chair as well, They are all a part of this game. Time will obey me silently. I'm not as fragile as you think I am. Someone said, "There is life after death". Therefore, stay away from me; Or, I will kill you in hell! ©songbriti Disclaimer : This is a fictional poem. No matter how difficult the circumstances are; don't ever give up on your life!

I cover my nose and mouth with a mask and open the book shelf. Ever since my childhood days; my immune system has rarely been able to fight dust allergy. I open the book shelf to find a dictionary. I feel I'm too dependent on 'Google' these days and I think it's high time I rebuild the bond I had with printed books. "When did I ever buy these books? Did someone gift them to me? Or do these books belong to mom?", I think as I take out a couple of books from the shelf. I notice a book with my grandfather's name written on it with blue ink. Then I glance through the books I demanded him to buy me during my childhood days.The stories written by Enid Blyton had been my favourite those days. "The Little Old Toymaker"- this book was one of the best prizes I received in school. As a child, my eyes lit up when I had opened the book that was covered with a gift wrapping paper. On returning home for summer vacations, I had proudly shown my mother what I go

You remember the first time we met, I was hesitant to befriend you. Although I did; Since, I didn't want to travel alone. There's no doubt, I've always disliked airports. Now after a year- I look at you and then I'm lost, Lost in all those thoughts you evoked, I have met plenty of them like you. But, you make me want to go back in time. Your fragrance is so captivating, The coffee stain on the second page- The burnt mark on my right hand, Everything is a part of our beautiful story. You soothe my mind, Every word inscribed in you is so meaningful. I would have felt like an imbecile, If I didn't choose you. You are a beautiful enigma; I always feel like I'm rediscovering you. I feel lucky that I didn't ignore our meeting, At the airport bookstore last year. ©songbriti

You remember the first time we met, I was hesitant to befriend you. Although I did; Since, I didn't want to travel alone. There's no doubt, I've always disliked airports. Now after a year- I look at you and then I'm lost, Lost in all those thoughts you evoked, I have met plenty of them like you. But, you make me want to go back in time. Your fragrance is so captivating, The coffee stain on the second page- The burnt mark on my right hand, Everything is a part of our beautiful story. You soothe my mind, Every word inscribed in you is so meaningful. I would have felt like an imbecile, If I didn't choose you. You are a beautiful enigma; I always feel like I'm rediscovering you. I feel lucky that I didn't ignore our meeting, At the airport bookstore last year.

Don't sow the seeds of abstractness, I'm exhausted of joining the dots. Assure me that we are meant to be, Fill my heart with a sense of security. I would rather walk alone, If you are unsure about this journey. I have loved solitude, So, I will cherish it and feel relieved. This isn't an adventure trip, Hold my hands; And take me through that concrete path, Which will never mislead our relationship. Redefine "us" if you want to, Or allow me to give you an alternative, My sixth sense tells me, you are my soulmate. Do me a favour and gift me clarity. ©songbriti

You know "Death"? The one who rarely spares "Life", It came to pay me a visit yesterday. This was the first time ever- It came so close and it was upfront. When someone screamed 'fire'! My mind went completely blank. I could feel time freezing, I hardly realized the intensity of that moment. Nothing was reel, it was all real! The tiny flame touched my dress; My body could have turned into ashes; But, a brave heart came to my rescue. She single-handedly fought with the fire, All she had was sheer courage. Risking her life, she saved mine. I will always remain indebted to her. Death was at a war with Life. Life was aided by humanity, The Supreme power was pleased- And therefore, he ordered Death to leave. Death gave up on its vanity, It bowed down before humanity, Life taught me the value of my breath, I promised to myself- That I will value every second from today. ©songbriti

I sat there numb for a while, Before I cried out loud. I laughed for a moment, Unable to believe that he was no more. And then, I cried again. Not a single hug could comfort me, Or stop the emotional turmoil. Memories are the best- Until, they begin consuming your peace. The last fight I had with my brother, Is still so fresh in my mind. The magnitude of my regret- Feels like it's infinite. I have a lump in my throat now, I just can't swallow the pain within me. A river took my brother's breath away- The facade of calmness it puts on, Reminds me of how it snatched him away. Our fights never lasted long, But the last memory I have of us- Makes me feel guilty everytime. I only wish, I had apologized. Blood does not connect all siblings, Some are connected by heart. I chose the best brother in the world, Perhaps, that's why God wanted him back. ©songbriti

If I admit my fault, If I crush my ego, If I apologize to you, If I confess that I lied to you when I said- "You mean nothing to me." If I say, "I want to recreate our past." Will you embrace it too? ©songbriti

Angry? Hungry? Excited? Happy? The "F" word can describe it all. Ban it? Haha. Darling, not all dreams turn into reality. Does your vocabulary feel empowered? Is that word endorsing obscenity? Well, I'm not giving any verdict. Guess why? Since, the word "F" exists in my dictionary too! This isn't a war between right and wrong. It's just a compilation of my thoughts. I feel lethargic and the humidity is terrible, So, to rejuvenate my mind- I've scribbled some random lines. ©songbriti

Dear Ancestors, I love the history you left behind. ‘The Revolution of Equality’- That’s an inspiration for our generation! I hope we can live up to your expectations. Shower your blessings upon us, I aspire to protect our heritage. You know grandma's stories, They all reflect the power of humanity. I wonder what life was like- During the late 21st century. I’m certain about hatred being lethal, Yet you defeated mental violence. I read many tales about love and peace, They are the still the best armaments! No wonder, you heroically won over evil. I’m proud to be your descendant. It’s been more than a hundred years now, We celebrate your triumphs each day. What if- You didn’t put an end to the catastrophes? That was instigated by human beings, Who belonged to the early 21st century, My city ‘Dreamland’, would be an irony! ©songbriti

Dear Buddy, He chose to be with her and ended those 10 years of our friendship. Am I angry with him? No, I’m not. Am I hurt? My answer still remains the same as the former one. If someone asked me these questions a few months back then I’d probably sound like a wounded soul to him or her. There’s teenage and then there’s a time when you meet maturity for real and realize how childlike some of the decisions you made at one point in time were. You must be thinking if I am not affected by him anymore then why am I still writing stories about him? Well, that’s because he’s been a great muse for the writer in me. Oh yes, this “friendship v/s love” conflict is conceivably one of the most famous themes for crafting stories and poems. I too am indulged in writing about the same clash right now. Believe me, crying yourself to sleep and then falling both mentally and physically ill is not a likeable state to be in. That pain you undergo when a hard hitting incident occurs in your life is iron

The shadow of my past clings on to my night. It’s piercing dreadful moments into my mind, I’m entangled and I feel smothered- It laughs like a monster and orders me to cry. This isn’t the first battle. I’ve lost count of every attack with time. Don’t you worry, I’ll be set free; It unties itself, when it's gratified by my pain. The shadow loosens its hold as I surrender; Little by little, it sinks into my tears. It's morning and for the world out there- Before you fathom out anything, I'm smiling. ©songbriti

Media's busy with sensational reporting. Hashtags on social media are trending. The verdict on the convicted rapist is made, He's finally going to stay in jail. You think it's all done? Haha, sweetheart it's India- Where there's exclusive diversity, But unity has gone down the drain. Even after 70 years of Independence, We still don't know what's 'development'. Supporting a rapist and burning places? Shattering peace for the sake of blind faith? Welcome to my country 'Incredible India'- I've finally learnt what's *sarcasm intended*. God bless my motherland, I don't know what else to say! ©songbriti

Your voice still lingers in my ears, Even after five long years. I'm trying hard to manipulate my emotions, And keep my heart away from commotion. You seeked lifetime commitment, While I wanted to live in the moment. Our perceptions were different, So, at last you gave into my preference. My diary is still messed up with your story. You can celebrate your victory, For you were right that I'll regret my decision, When I realize I love you to infinity. ©songbriti

You're holding on to me so ardently, What if we slip away from each other's destiny? Staying together is undeniably blissful. Nevertheless, I just want you to be careful. Every moment which now seems golden, Might leave wounds in our hearts, If one day- Both of us have to walk alone, Down that never-ending memory lane. Our forthcoming days have no surety. The "if" ,"may" and "might" are my insecurities. For this isn't some fantasy. And there's always a realm of possibility. You've all the liberty to co-write our story, Erase my fears and fill it with serenity. If I'm at the verge of letting go, Will you be persistent and hold on to me? ©songbriti

My room is dark, I can hear the dogs bark. The candle on my table waits to be lit, The sound of my footsteps are evident, As I walk on the wooden floor. The candle light has spread its glow, I allow my finger to play with the flame, It's time for me to hit the bed; I blow off the candle, and it's 12a.m. The reminder on my phone- Displays his birthday. My heart is outsmarted by my mind again, I know, I'd told him that he was free to go. Wait, don't blame me! It's my ego! It's 2a.m. now; I'm sleepless and restless. I switch off my phone, And pamper my ego yet again! ©songbriti

Dear India, There are times when I feel like running away from you. When I think escapism is a perfect solution to stop cribbing about the problems existing today. Yet, when I recall those history lessons from school, I imagine how I'd just be a slave to colonialism even today, if the freedom fighters lost their patience just like me. I wonder, if I'd even be able to write what I'm writing right now. I do get frustrated when I read news related to political corruption and infinite rape cases. On the contrary, I always have a delightful smile on my face when a fellow citizen sets a world record and creates history. The aspiring writer within me felt this urge to let you know that no matter what I think or what I've scribbled randomly in this letter, I LOVE YOU INDIA and I'm proud to be a part of you. Your daughter, Songbriti

I've watched many superhero movies as a kid, but the stories grandma told me about our freedom fighters will always be my inspiration. ©songbriti

It's a freezing cold night, You must be awake and vigilant. The commitment you've made- Deserves all my respect. But my heart stands still, Everytime the phone rings. Your dauntless bravery, Protects everyone in the country. You're a warrior and I'm your soulmate, However, I confess that I'm not fearless. If our story wasn't scribbled in God's diary, Then I'd not tremble at the thought of death. ©songbriti

I died the day you killed my identity. You transformed me into a perfect being, Only to boost your ego daily. I stand here reminiscing about my reality, As you're engaged in yet another conspiracy. I've abhorred any form of dishonesty, But here you are, entirely fabricating my story. Those rewards on the shelf look lovely! Don't they? You've played every move so well, Believe me- You've created the epitome of bloody hell.

Go ahead and take the leap, For it's high time you don't weep. You might find it difficult to sleep, As your thoughts are immensely deep. Those positive vibes are in your team, So, empower your self esteem. Immerse your heart in the passionate stream, Remember, you are born to achieve your dream. ©songbriti

I'm trying hard to protect my inner peace. I'm feeling emotionally challenged everyday. I know I'm capable of thinking rationally. Yet I need someone to listen to me. "Mom, I need to see a counselor.", I say hesitantly. I recall how she always called the doctor, even when I'd a slight fever. And today, she walked away when I really needed help. "Depression doesn't exist for real", she claimed! That's probably why I've put on my "I'm perfectly fine" mask again. If only she could realise the vitality of mental health. She'd never call me "lazy" or "aimless" ever again.

Waves of timelessness, Plethora of memories- Sea-shells accompany the shore, Connectivity reincarnates.   Bondage eliminated, Freedom gained. Illusion of attachments. Connectivity reincarnates. ©songbriti

Empty pages inhabited the shabby bed. Meandering ideas wandered in his head, Thoughts of rejection- Captured them with dread. As the writer always desired for the best. Surrounded by emotions and mountains, His wall had an old painting of a fountain. The fragrance of orchids filled the room, While he took the last sip of his wine. The clock's ticking was unstoppable, Suddenly he heard a sound, It was perhaps of a gunshot. That night he wrote an ode, It was to pay respect to someone's soul. ©songbriti

The ceiling fan mocked the wind outside, A radio constantly played loud. He grew restlessly fanatic, As she provoked him with all her might. He rushed to strangle her, Blood poured down rapidly. The knife had backstabbed him, It carved a deep wound in his hand. "You bloody creature!", he yelled. The wind turned into a thunderstorm, Breaking his window panes. The music kept playing, While she suddenly faded away. The vicious circle clenched his mind, She'd never go away from his sight. He gulped down a pill in no time, Battling schizophrenia again that night. ©songbriti

My mind is flooded with thoughts of existentialism. The thoughts struck my mind when I came across these two words which were printed on my friend's t-shirt- Choose Life. Our birth is never our choice. The two words which had grabbed my attention had innumerable interpretations. We are born into a society where even the nomads have their own set of norms! Existentialism claims how the "true essence" of human beings is what holds utmost importance and not the "arbitrary essence" which the society attributes to them. I wonder if "true essence" is a myth or merely two words combined together to evoke an illusion of mystic self-transcendence. Perhaps, some parts of the puzzle were destroyed ever since life took birth. A million facets expand from one story.  No wonder we have created the concept of "Benefit of Doubt”. I envision a phase when a catastrophe in the realm of our intellects will deconstruct everything. If only humanity then cast

My mind is screaming your name, I feel so deranged. I wish you were a nightmare, Then, I'd get over you the next day. "Wait, stay with me.", I want to say. But, I swallow my words again. Your sixth sense feels my desire right away. My hands tremble, As your touch puts me under a spell. Consciousness knocks my senses. I refuse to let your touch intoxicate my soul, It's taken me years to master self-restraint. You were my nightmare. For this is a new day. ©songbriti

Your outright confession. My silent nature. Opposites seduced each other, And now, a catastrophe is born! ©songbriti

Blood stains on the white dress, Her forehead is sheathed in sweat. "Are you fine?", enquires her friend. Trembling with irritation she yells- "No, I'm screwed by my period!" And her voice echoes in the *ladies* toilet. *Tring-tring* - the phone rings. It's her first date! The white dress gets replaced. She hugs her saviour- Her best friend. The cramps attack her abdomen, As the continental dishes arrive; The candle on the table slowly melts. He strikes a conversation. She puts on a facade of sheer delight. "Your smile is so perfect", he compliments. Her mind cannot remain sane. She dislikes the taste of pretence. A good-bye kiss seals the date, And a new chapter ends. She removes her heels, And sits barefoot on her bed. Her head murmurs sarcastically- "Oh! What a memorable date!" ©songbriti

Dear Buddy , “I wish there was something more than friendship between us” ,he said. His sloshed voice made me angry, I felt like slapping him hard and bringing him back to his senses (I wish he was in the same city at that time!). He was my friend- my  Best Friend . He hurt me and I am not someone who accepts apologies easily. Yet I do not know why he was an “ Exception ” to my rule book. I am not going to complain about him dating another girl. It was his life, and we live in a democratic country! But I was not interested in being his psychologist. It was annoying when he called me-  Just  to vent out his so-called depression. I  Did Not  want to write a novel based on his  love-break up-makeup  life! He ensured me that I was important to him. I wondered why? After all, I was his Best Friend, wasn't it obvious? Focusing on the loss of my importance in his life and how love-struck he was, would be too Bollywoodish and cliche (I love Bollywood films but I did not wish for any  Jaane

Dear Buddy, After a tug of war between emotions,  Concern  was finally victorious. I decided to let go of my “ego” and call him! No, like I mentioned earlier I still do not love him. It is the memories that we created together which perhaps never allows me to obliterate him forever from my memory. I decided to call him. There was an impulse within me which compelled me to call him. “Hello”, a voice answered. I was listening to this voice after an extensive gap of four years…Unable to react, I hung up the call. There was a point in time when conversations between us were endless. The irony of time explained my hesitance and my lack of courage to talk to my Best Friend and ask him if he was fine. I was in a state of dilemma when my phone rang. He called back. I rejected the call; my response was comparable to a reflex action to combat the dilemma. I asked a friend of mine for suggestions about handling my situation and she made me realize how necessary it was for me to confront the

Dear Buddy, Why can’t relationships be immortal? Why do they suffer due to consequences and eventually die forever. Perhaps, I too murdered a relation. A clap requires two palms; similarly I cannot be held solely responsible for the loss, can I? Remember, I narrated to you how things were fine between Ayaan and me. I never knew some relations are destined to have a short life. I thought there was no unspoken emotion left between us and that we had clarity about our relation. His birthday; it ruined everything. It always does! No, not the birthday… his drunken state of mind and the emotions he expressed at that moment left me in rage! Being his Best Friend, I knew I would be the first one to wish him. I have always been the first one to wish him on all his birthdays. “Happy birthday Ayaan!” I said softly. I had wished I could scream my lungs out and wish him. It was midnight and I was considerate as my roommate was peacefully asleep. “Thank Youuuu”, he shouted. His reply was enough for

Two souls. Two countries. Politics won, partition became a reality. And, a saga of love became one of its martyrs. ©songbriti

He hated those magical eyes she possessed. You know why? Because they reflected her intensity and  trapped him in the labyrinth of unrequited love for ever . ©songbriti

Roads of expectancies, Voyage of time; Familiar unfamiliarity- Destiny waits. Striving exertions, Adventurous strides, Emerging endeavors- Destiny reformed. ©songbriti

Thoughts unravel, Blue stains, Engraved fearlessly- On a white canvas. Epiphany achieved; Canonization performed. A masterpiece, Ruling millions of bookshelves. ©songbriti

Collision of paths, Destinies meet; Vows bespoken- Joy heavenized. Solicitude unleashed; Momentary solace, Of capable fallacy; Fictitious realism. ©songbriti