Bliss.

Bliss.

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Nefelibata.


Picture Imperfect.

Tell me everything I shouldn't know

The dark stains that refuse to go.
Fill me with the darkness that shall blind,
The answers to the questions on my my mind.


Beneath that fine veneer and sheen

Maybe there are unknown tales to glean.
Fall from that pedestal of glory please
Bestow that starched white with some grease.


Tell me everything I shouldn't know

Anything to let go of that halo
Fill me with dark lies so I may believe
And hope to seek an uncomfortable refuge.


Beneath that chiseled perfection I see

Maybe there are crevices and cracks unknown to me
For now that is all the reason I can live with
To believe that it is after all a delusional myth.

When I'm not swatting flies and seeing inebriated patients on night duty at the Holehonnur CHC, I'm scamming their free WiFi and attempting to relearn how to write poetry.


Working at a PHC for a month and now a CHC has been an interesting experience so far, opening your eyes to the amount of sickness and disease. It also makes you realize how the things you take for granted are privileges to someone else.

During my free time in the day, I've been doing paintings that should probably be torn up into 38372827 pieces yet I still have them probably because they are so stupid they are a little funny. :')

Oh and I'm also listening to some music after what seems like ages! :) 
  • Kajra Mohabbat Wala (Sachet Tandon)
  • You can be king again (I'm not really into anime but I should thank Medha for this!)
  • Nindaraan Diyaan (Amit Trivedi) <3
  • Your hand in mine (Explosions in the sky)
  • K (Cigarettes after sex)
  • What's my name (Rihanna) (I heard this recently after years and I couldn't believe I was a big fan of this once xD


^ A cloud walker. An individual who lives in the clouds of her own imagination or dreams. A person who doesn't abide by the rules of society, literature, or art. 



Thursday, April 5, 2018

A Billion Worlds.

We live in a world of contrasts;
A conglomeration of extremes.
While a little one utters its first cry in a grubby labour room in a village, another is already trending on social media.
While the little girl who studies at the local school dreams of becoming a teacher,
another boy juggles between cricket, guitar and the perfect grades.
While one relishes the chat by the roadside stall as a treat,
another has a brunch at the upscale resort in town.
While one lit the midnight oil in a nondescript town to bring life to those dreams,
another light up to banish those insecurities in a cloud of grey.
While one was blessed with conjugal bliss,
Another was tethered to a lucrative kiss.
While one sweats it out for the daily bread,
another plunders through wastefulness and opulence.
While one surrenders to the elements,
Another challenges them and defies death.
Between these two divides lie the great majority.
In awe of wealth, yet aware of cruel Fate's stealth.     
Cushioned from dire poverty yet embroiled in competitive vagary.
Cocooned from squalor but desirous of glamour.
We live in a world of contrasts;
A conglomeration of extremes.
With a billion stories within us we live,
With hope that some dreams shall fulfil.