Thoughts to Words

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