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The Absence of Happiness

They say:
It’s all in your head
That you’re merely overthinking
That you must at least make an effort.
They think that you chose this.
That’s not okay.

It’s bad enough that your brain
repeats the same words,
till you’re defenseless
and huddled in a corner,
yearning for a moment’s solitude
from your maddening thoughts.
But the well intentioned people
that surround you don’t understand.
That’s not okay.

They won’t understand
that sometimes breathing
is all you’re really capable of.
They won’t understand
that sometimes, even that feels pointless
and like too much effort.
They won’t understand
the emptiness that’s gnawing your insides
and eating you away,
one happy moment at a time.

We’re conditioned to think poorly
of the people fighting
the demons within their heads.
To ignore their suffering,
pretend it isn’t happening.
That’s not okay.

But perhaps they’ll understand
if you give them a suitable metaphor.
That you’re being chased by a Dementor
and your Patronus, or theirs,
cannot cannot chase it away.
No amount of chocolate will revive you
from the havoc already wreaked.
That this absence of happiness
is not by choice.

And maybe then,
instead of badgering you…
they’ll help you practice your spells
so that in the future, you’ll be okay.
And that, is so much better than just okay.

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Beginnings

She sat by the window
and stared into the brown, grainy expanse
of barren, oft-trodden land.

Her feet itching,
her heart exploding,
she weighed the decision
against the weight of the traditions
that held her back.

She wasn’t afraid of getting lost,
it was the thought of being found
that crippled her.

Tired of cowering in corners,
hiding her bruises
and living in horror,
she walked out the front door
never looking back.

To everyone, it was the end of her marriage.
To her, it was the beginning of life.

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Mourning

Frostbitten,
fumbling fingers
and numb hands
seek warmth
and rejuvenation
in crevices; through friction.

Icy air
pierces woolen layers;
suffocating,
strained lungs.

The stars
shed light
on abandoned streets,
skeletal trees.
Earth engulfed
by oppressive silence; deathly sleep.

‘Tis oft said for
a heart that’s dead –
is mourning what it
possesses no more.

I wonder then, what is being mourned by the deadening weather?

I know it’s a little depressing as the first post for the new year. But then, living in freezing temperatures (for the first time!) and reading a book that brings winters to life was too inspiring to not write. 🙂

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Nostalgia

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I remember
huddling over the table
speaking softly;
offering you coffee,
and your fleeting touch
on my straying strands
of hair that escaped
into my eye.

I remember
you ordering a cookie
and crumbling it up
saving me a big piece
while I ate my sub
slowly…haltingly.

I remember
wanting muri,
and dangling my feet
at the edge of the lake;
feeling alone
in a crowd
and you whispering
the shapes of floating clouds.

I remember
all our times
and everything
that has changed.

I remember…

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Hesitation

Myra was unaware of my gaze. She did not know that while she stood their contemplating her actions, I was watching her every move. I knew that my little daughter still thought that I was in the grocery store. As I stood by the car, I could see the longing in her eyes. I could hear the hiss of her breath as clearly as if it were my own. I knew exactly what she was thinking. This was an opportunity too good to be missed. And yet, her actions seemed hesitant. She still held back.

I waited in anticipation of her next move. One tiny move would determine my fate as a mother.

She took one last look at it, sighed and walked away.

That was the most fulfilling moment of my life. All my efforts of the last few years had finally borne fruit. I felt blessed!

My daughter had learnt discipline. Even when she thought of me to be faraway, she respected my wishes. The chocolate cake seemed to look back at me desolately.

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Melody

The whistle of a kettle,
clinking cups and saucers
and a hot pot of tea.
The music is cloaked-
indiscernibly soft;
amongst numerous tones
and a child’s laughing shriek.

A group of seven
huddles on a table for four.
He looks on lovingly
as she talks to his mother-
hesitatingly faltering;
stealing glances, smiling…
they’re conversing silently.

Over-filled tables
heaving and groaning
under the constant assault.
The loud, rambunctious crowd
falls silent temporarily-
there’s a tinkle at the door
as more people join in.

The rains dance sedately
on a  makeshift tin roof.
Twirling along to a tune unknown,
a few tiny droplets trip along;
trickling into the tea.
Swirled around with a spoon
they taste the tea with me.

On a sandy dusty road
old newspapers flutter about;
and in the veranda nearby-
Chitter chatter and chinwag
suddenly stills for a moment…
as a distant cloud rumbles by
and electricity streaks the sky.

While the evening fades into the night; this melody warms my insides…

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Gossip Girl 1

(I was just reading the HT gossip column n there is this really phunny lady who writes with hilarious terms like, vaziran bua, dimwit, madhu my mottu maid and well, she is so kreative, I’m going to copy her style. For kicks..and variety shariety. So here it goes. And yes, it wont be a regular feature. Just this once, unless I bow to public demand. Please do let me know what you think of this. I got this from Klash, as a mailer.)
Hello my dearest hunnybunnies

So here I was sipping my very tepid iced tea, yes, madhu is such a no-goody at making it. I should probably make it myself but well, my nails are drying… So while I was sipping this tea, a little birdie told me that humara apna Musketeer leader has won the Klash. Now, I was very not-surprised jee… afterall DokSaab, would’ve been the one I voted for too, if only my secretary had bothered sending my comments in. Now, I checked Klash, and Lo! what do I see? Not only did DokSaab win, he won by a thumping majority…So unlike how our govt is formed. But, such is life dearies!

And you know how I don’t trust birdies flying around, what will all the ways of intercepting communication… And on asking our winner, pata chala that the new word is “Desire”. Oh! I’m just waiting to be able to twidle my fingers…where is a secretary when you need one? Does she expect me type myself??

So anyway, our little chatterbox tells us that the deadline (hain?? I didnt even know they followed it anywhere) and its Saturday, 13th December.

Oh wait, madhu just came in, and told me that klash has a newbie!! Some Miracle Drug, who writes nice nice….Hmmm, klash is getting klashier!

Ohho, why is everyone interrupting me with more news? Anyway, Poopiepie just came in and broke my heart sheart jee..It seems a fellow coffee – lover is going to be MIA from klash for a few months! And I sooo loved her linty poems! Hmmm, this makes my tea feel even more bad-jii! Hmmm, maybe I’ll have some iced coffee abhi! Sigh! Such is life dearies!

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