Thoughts to Words

Sweat rolls down my forehead like a miniscule distorted bubble making its way through my cheek, and tumbling down the side of my neck. Off late, the sky has been suffering from a serious kidney problem, it is dehydrated and drizzling all the time. I advised it to stay on a strict cloud diet last night before I had a conversation with Grandma. She turned seventy yesterday and twinkled a lot more brightly than all the other stars when I was the first one to wish her "Happy Birthday". The cigarette butts on the road are covered in mud and dirt. The air in my neighbourhood has been passive smoking to channelize its frustration in the form of pollution. A cat needs to cross the road and so do I. We are both in a hurry. I let it go first because I am a huge fan of the way it walks with its head and tail held high and carries itself with utmost dignity. The entire cat clan has a fangirl for life. I am walking on the road, and the city is pushed into a hollow of chaos and heartbrea...

In the prosthetic arm of life, Death slit its wrist, with a sharp edged and lucid piece of memory. Abducted by fear, Paralyzed poor tear, in the funeral ceremony. The woodland of self-pity, generously donated a brown coffin. 'Why me?' 'Why only me?' Questions echoed the footsteps of ire, Approaching hastily, to hit the final nail and freeze death. ©songbriti

I have skipped heartbeats, to buck up life, paving a path of hardships, chopping the weeds of naivety. Traces of my blood, found in the pores, of the mud, in Lahore and Amritsar, speaks of the bullet mark, on my right knee. 1947- A year when brotherhood was massacred, drawing a deep line, of animosity. A tattered photograph, of my family in sepia, brings in a deluge, of pacification to my sobbing heart. ©songbriti

I exist, behind a cloud. I exist, within the age old wall safeguarding the cemetery, close to the banyan tree. I exist, in the dead sea wave who had a million lives. I exist, in the lightning of the thunderstorm. I exist, in the first raindrop during summer. I exist, in the mellow tone of the sun rays during winter. I exist, in the boon you are not blessed to experience. I exist, in the curse you are spared from. I exist, far from your sight in the dream which is shrouded with mystery due to a short-lived night. ©songbriti

A part of your lie, A part of your truth, A part of your love, A part of your hatred, Floats around in freedom, Joining hands, As one single entity, The ship of my life, Is lost in your seabed, Parts of you have set me free, And, some wrecked the whole of me. ©songbriti

My soul is devoid of a soul. The last time I checked I did not even have a definite purpose in life. My canvas is not blank, it is an abstract painting. Colours welcoming change and freshly forming hues of diversity which to be brutally honest is confusing. There are dots that are missing, and the connections failing. But what if the missing dots are invisible? Drops of the rain will help the missing dots to take off the cloak of invisibility. When I succeed in finding a soul for my soul, I will then feed it with the fruit of purpose. ©songbriti

Slut, Bloody Whore, Motherfucker, Bitch, Cunt... How often have you utilised these cuss words? From body shaming a woman about her height, weight, complexion to the way she dresses up, the way she talks, eats and walks. You even have this irrepressible habit of commenting on her virginity. I am not going to tell you something along the lines of, "Think about what if someone abused your mother or sister the same way. Would you tolerate it?" You are not in the position to think that way in the first place. If you were, then your behaviour would talk for itself. I am a woman and I also happen to have a degree in psychology. I understand that there is an underlying reason for your behaviour. On that note, I insist you to get some help for yourself. By help, I mean you need therapy to rescue yourself from your present way of thinking and behaving. Go to the therapist, discuss the emotional and intellectual experiences you have had so far. Get some perspective on what frustrates...