Metanoia…

Vision blinded by love,

Path trailed by your shadow,

Heart scarred by your words,

And trust scraped away by your lies.

Shortening life span,

Irreplaceable by man,

Drenched cheeks and parched throat,

No more can I stay afloat.

Moving on like an autumn leaf,

On a puddle, in a faraway desert.

Blades sharp,

And blood warped,

On the floor framing a heart,

With his initials, as its heart!

Lap-tap lap-tap..

Oh no!! What have I done..

I know it’s marked forever in my arm.

And I..

Love the mark, that still calls you, mine.

Though you have left me,

Before a train,

Waiting.. and waiting,

For the signal to turn green.

 

Astittv…

‘ sometimes, it feels good to listen to words in different languages…’

The title is a Sanskrit word, that means, ‘existence’. After a weak of monotonous exhaustion of the body and soul by a small virus(Chickenpox), my approach has gotten wider and much detailed. How? Here you go,

I have already had my chicken pox vaccination and had this disease previously (7 years before), apparently the vaccinations fail in our country and sadly, my immunity got vaporized and gave way to see me get slashed up. But that’s not all, three days of adieu to my university classes, I had felt the worse…

Not only did my chickenpox reoccur but, along with it came my depression, as I got improper care and love that a patient should have recieved and with none to talk to and no proper way to spend time. TV got boring minute by minute and so did games. I got frustrated by the smallest of small things and not to forget, the itchy rashes. C’mon, how long can a person sleep, no matter if she is with an illness. And, as usual my brain got struck by its thoughtfulness hammer and I realised that a 5.2 foot creature can be slain by a micro organism that had once lost the battle but returned for a revenge, would you still underestimate a person’s height? ┬áThe human brain can quickly understand and fear for something that might be doubtful, it can estimate and diagnose too(which, many a times, are right), would you call someone a stupid guy/gurl? You feel happy about having alotta holidays and then the right next day you regret having the holiday, would you still over estimate what things would turn out as? Feeling bad about a few little unspotted pimples? Be glad that you didn’t have a chickenpox, coz bruh… Your entire body would be pimplish(I just framed that sorry if it’s kinda stupid). You call yourself self controlled? Get left with a caretaker and a phone next to you, and take some days off, let’s see where it ends up!!

Before you get mad at me about the connection between the title and the passage(musings, to be clear). Relate, my dear. It’s the struggle for existence and be proud that you fought a battle today and fulfilled your astittv( as-thi-th-vuh) you are an existing entity and your battling, don’t let your mind ruin this or your life by calling negative ish because…

After all,

Jis tara ke astittv Ko hum sochte hain,

Waheen astittv hum paathe hain!

(Which type of existence we imagine and think about,

That’s exactly how we get it)

 

Ode #1: Retreat

He lay there…
On the rocky path,
Of all,
Did he choose the highest bed,
No made of luxury,
Not even comfort,
With a worry of his mother’s soul..
Slowly did they walk,
His companions,
Who were better than him in aim,
But poorer than him in goal..

A gloomy sight to watch was it,
Not a single eye left to dry.
As did he try to wake,
From the slumber his bed brought to him,
Slow was it,
As dead as silent..
No one dared to move..
As he chose to rise up himself…
With bloodied hands,
That just held his heart.

Will he win, and get up and hoist,
His mother’s symbol on the barren land?
Or will he rot like just another soldier…
On the wars, that named them ‘Martyrs’

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Retreat