Thoughts to Words

From endless conversations to awkward silences, we have come a long way. We made ourselves believe that this is it and those forced smiles and formalities now act as radical activists of maturity, suppressing the voice of our hearts. Defying the gravity of good times and what had been so special, I walk on the concrete road, that has become an anchor to the deserted garden of wilted moments. The solitary confinement that I find at night is brimming with fogs of abysses overpowering the faith I had in the strength of our connection. I have so much to say to you, but if I were to make a choice of summing it up to you, I would say "I miss you." It is as simple as that, I miss you because I have travelled miles of treasured times with you. I have laughed out loudly in your company, without being concerned about the world that was asleep. I have shared the tiniest details of my life and the most dreadful nightmares with you. I haven't learnt to fabricate the care I have for y...

Those sleepless nights, with the darkness of the new moon spreading its light beneath my eyes, created circles of numbness and flowed down like a pirate on a huge ship to loot the last crumb of peace from my mind. I pulled myself out of bed not because I wanted to, I did it since I had no other option. I was tutored to be an actor who could perform convincing roles in the stage of life. I therefore had to play 'fine' with versatility. The generally expected answer to "How are you?" is mostly "I am fine." The accuracy of lies accumulated behind the smiles while giving that response would bring about an apocalyptic spell on Earth, had we been cursed by Goddess Veritas. "Sshhh, shhhh", I kept requesting them to keep quiet but they would pay no heed to my words. The voices inside my head, tore my heart out and sent it for exile to a place where it had forgotten what it meant to feel worthy. I saw my nights being tethered to emotional breakdowns, w...

The perils of loving you, and having cobwebs of bruises even in the far-flung corners of my heart, is inscrutable. The devotion I have for you is unscathed and consistent, even as I lose myself to an earthquake of trembling pain, is inscrutable. The dagger of your infidelity, is where the gravity of my destruction lies, and I love you even though you feed on my soul, is inscrutable. ©songbriti

On days when I contour the surface of my face with a shade brighter than my genuine smile; when I colour my under-eyes with a 24 hour long lasting glow to hide the circles of conflict behind them, I stand like a showstopper in the desert  concealing secrets. The sand under my feet trembles in the coldness which gushes out of the dejected veins of the hollow organ dancing to the beats of a breakdown. In the presence of the sky airbrushed with clouds, I lie to the star-studded night. I have adapted the image of something I had not been, of something I didn't want to be, and something I have inevitably become- an effortless liar. In the charm of the sunrise and the beauty of the breathtaking sunset I look away from my reflection in the horizon of truth. ©songbriti

Cerulean sky, basking in the shimmer of the golden ball, on Friday, beholding a spring full of compassion, cascading down the rocks garbed in green, and burbling prayers into their crestfallen chasms of barrenness. The goals of perennial friendship swept the azureness of the sky's feet, calling the cosmos to honour the beneficent spring. ©songbriti

The last few days have uprooted the tree bearing fruits of ignorance in me. It is a situation where I feel as though I have been receiving wake up calls on how natural disasters define cruelty in a way I cannot even attempt to envisage. The condition Kerela is in now is something we all could have been in. The thought of living for days without proper food, electricity, hygiene and with hope submerged in contaminated water is devastatingly painful. Families losing their homes built with years of love and togetherness are similar to ships breaking apart and giving in to the callousness of the sea. Videos of the flood affected areas in Kerela passes through my heart like a streak of lightning brimming with realisation and the need to stand united as one nation, one world and one system representing humanity. The attribute of unpredictability that natural disasters have, leaves us at the mercy of the Almighty because it is beyond our control. As mortals the least we can do is contribute ...

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...