Averagely mediocre trivialities

Blue the colour in which she swam, Blue the colour of her skin Blue tastes the coffee at 9 a.m Blue is the colour painted in the void within Red the colour of her eyes that rage Red the colour of her heart that aches Red lay bleeding her dreams that are dead Red bleed the words she never said. All these colours yet not one seems to be in sight All these colours Yet you take a look back at her life And it stands still in hues of black and white.

दशै आयो रे तर तिन वषॅ पछि पनि मेरो मुटु लाई असोज र कात्तिक को शितल बतासले छुँदैन। उहि निलो आकाश, उहि सेतो बादल एक बाट अॅको सहर सहर को चहलपहल उहि उहि मेरो मन, आज फेरी मेरो हृदय को लागि भारी । शिशिर उहि तर मेरो मुटु लाई छुँदैन निलो आकाश उहि तर उज्यालो छैन। बडा सहर को चहलपहल तापनि दशै सुन्य नै रहयो कहिले नपुरिने इच्छा का लागि घर छोडी आइयो र यो मन भने सुन्य नै रहयो । यो भारी मुटु, खाली निधार सुन्य रहयो हृदय, सुन्य तिहार के यहि रहने भयो मेरो गाथा सधै पराया भेष एकलकाँटे खालि दशै सुन्य हृदय खाली माथा एस्पाली फेरी दशै आयो तर मेरो मुटु अझै भारी मेरो हृदय अझै सुन्य ।

घर छोडी आए आफुलाई खोज्न आफ्नोपन त्यागी आए आफुलाई रोज्न अहिले बस्छु निलो आकाश मुनि आफ्नो मुटु लाई बुझ्न सेतो बादल मुनि बसि खोज्दै छु अॅथ निलो पहाड बिना निलो आकाश पनि लाग्छ व्यॅथ सहर को गनफन मा खोज्छु आवाज भने बतास र खोला को गए जता पनि यो मुटु को सुन्यता जाने कहिले होला यो बतास मा शितल शिशिर छैन निलो आकाश मा न्यानो शान्ति छैन हृदय र सुन्यता कहिले छुटिने हैन शिशिर को शितलता ले यो भारी मनलाई छुने नि भएन् ।

When the music runs out And there's no more words to sing And the wind  rushes through  your hair but fails  to seep into your skin An agonizing scream starts  to escape your soul from within But fails And your mouth forms a smile  and you say I'm  okay Say you're okay Every  day every day Hoping one day you'll  believe it yourself Never knowing  how to ask for help Cause what would  you even say? Nothing  is wrong but there's  a heaviness in your heart And still there's  a part Of you wondering  what could it be How can the laughs not be enough  for me? So  i paint a smile and i make a joke Another joke another day And suddenly you dont feel the pain And you say hey, I'm  okay? Until  you feel the heaviness  descend In your heart  in yoir chest in your  soul Again. And you sing a song  of wordless musings Searching  for a reason in your mind and...

Glimpses into the Real: Spirituality and Psychosis Deepti Naval Deepti Naval, the Hindi cinema actress, is little known as an author and poet. For the 1985 movie Ankahee , Naval’s role involved a mental disorder. To prepare for the role, she spent two weeks in a psychiatric ward. Forced to confront mental disorder on an intimate level, the result was a two part volume of poetry titled “Black Wind and Other Poems” Exploring the outbursts of the Unconscious mind, she finds the unreality of delusions more real than reality. “ She’s mad If she thinks She’s sane” Her characters look into themselves, delving deep into pits there’s no coming out of. “ Endlessly I roam My inner wilderness.” In the process of this, they become estranged from “reality.” Their relationships suffer. They are cognizant of this fact - of their gradual distancing, but there’s a twisted joy even in this. “ Elated I sit again Amidst the debris of another relationship.” In communica...

A modernist comparison and analysis of Beautiful City by Lord Alfred Tennyson and The City by Constantine Cavafy             Constantine Cavafy an Egyptian-Greek poet in the late 19 th century at the beginning of the era of modernism wrote the poem called The City. It is a poem of helplessness, longing, one of despair and a desperate desire to escape and find meaning. Looking at this poem from a modernist theory, one can sense the alienation that the poet feels from the places that he lives in, as he is left to wander around from city to city in desperate search of meaning. We can find in the poet’s confusion as he finds himself unable to escape his dreadful reality, as he runs away from it time and again. His hopes of escaping the black ruins of his life, a place where he destroyed his years completely, are shattered as he realizes that no matter where he goes the city will always pursue him. A sense of fragmented self can ...

                                                Rita goes shopping It was warm sunny December morning when Rita woke up. Looking out into the bright blue sky, Rita thought to herself, “Oh, I ought to finish my errands today.” And so Rita excitedly got out of bed and hopped into the shower. Rita had just moved into a new house and as her parents had gone away on a trip, she was in charge of the house. Well, her granny was there but it was difficult to say who was taking care of whom.             Rita hurriedly gobbled up her breakfast and put on her favorite yellow dress for her day in the sun. She had made a list of things to do throughout the day, just like her mom. Rita felt like a grown-up to...