Thoughts to Words

Dear Deemed to be University, You are the founder of excellence and service. You have been carrying forward a legacy of unity in diversity amidst the mighty buildings of your campus. The greenery around you reminds me of how I owe my safe and secured future to you. Your management is so distinguished that discipline bows down to your command.  You have taught the growing buds on your premises to develop themselves holistically both through theory and  practice. Even today, I stood in the queue of rules and regulations with an energetic mind, waiting to see what spirituality would sound like when an esteemed soul with years of experience in it would explain it to me through an unplugged conversation. I waited in the queue for an hour because I strongly believed that patience is an integral part of spirituality. However, I think the fruits of patience were on a leave today. Waiting in the queue patiently and hoping that discipline would take me to my destiny, I learnt how the defini

In anonymity I abide— the quotes of motivation, you ponder over; tales of heroic deeds, you are inspired by; folklores and epitaphs, lyrics of rhythmic songs, histories held in abeyance, and poetry harvested, with lofty rapture. Hearts free-fall into my creation, to float in a galaxy with dancing planets formed of abstract emotions. You feel my presence around you, but ne'er shall thee be successful in figuring out, who I am. Try, if you must! When worn to a frazzle, shed no tears on failed attempts. Hast thou not known, the Bard of Avon? Hast thou not heard, "What's in a name?" ©songbriti

If I stop by your home one evening to ask you how you have been all this while, would you tell me the truth or would you lie to me? I'd take a box of customised dark chocolates for you because...I think I know your sweet tooth never says "No" to them. Your eyes would widen on seeing me after years, I am a little worried that they would sneak a look at the bodily expressions I planned to hide. I guess that is how it is supposed to be...a little nervousness on my mind and a bit of your inquisitiveness to normalise the situation. Thankfully, I am good at covering up a lot of the ongoing mess inside my head with some self-deprecating humour. I would unapologetically exploit my sense of humour and push it beyond a boundary where I would secretly hope that it breaks the iceberg between us from the tip to the crux. The skyline would bask in the glory of the orange hues. The sun might gobble the melted ice and pour its heart out emotionally on seeing us sipping on a cup of espr

Aggressive winds, banging on the panes made of frosted satin, pellucid moistness within closed doors, dripping down the glass, with heavy steps. The closet— a home to piranhas with gills of frozen and bloodied secrets; curtained off from the world. How many more self-immolations? to let live in peace, the freedom of choice held captive; in a society enshrouded in the darkness of stigma and discrimination. ©songbriti

A mirage of a mercurial closet, gnawing pain piercing like needles; smiles on facets, fine-tuning the tricks of survival; figments of imagination throwing conundrums, with an uncanny resemblance to truth, putting all judgements off the stage, a placebo of sleep to dodge fear, in a bed of dead wood and a few petals of lilies and roses. ©songbriti