What Does One Do?

What does one do when nothing he feels can find words?

When the agony and pain are filled up and find no outlet?

The sheer helplessness of not finding the right words, the right people, the circumstances!

What does one do? Where does one go to scream? How does one let out all this pain? This emotion? This helplessness?

What does one do?

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Unspeakable

I sit on a glass table
some coffee, music

Plethora of thoughts,
a hurricane

I sit, with a pen, open
ready to pen down

a story, a poem, or…
some kind of solace

All I could see, in front –
a blank sheet stained with tears!

Boundaries

We all come across posts trying to make us realise how blessed we are. How we should not whine because someone is deprived. How we should be content and satisfied and how the presence of such deprived souls should make us live humble.

But sometimes I wonder why do we want to stop our growth because someone is not so well to do? Why can’t we grow and instead of being upset and pitiful, help these people up too? Why can’t we work so as to benefit them as well?

Giving them a share of our earning doesn’t help. They remain dependent. Showing sympathy and being pitiful does not help either. Our getting content with whatever we have doesn’t matter. because in all this, the question of their betterment remains unanswered.

What is it that we should do, as a collective society, to improve the condition humanity is in? What way leads us to a blissful garden?

But before we find answer to such questions we have an obstacle to tackle.

When do we erase the boundaries and consider all humans one?

Sadism

I sit on the window sill
Watchful
Observing his features-
Him!

He lies down
Tired of the world
Closed eyes
“O! To be free”

He speaks pain;
Of glass walls
Dreams right in sight
O! Unattainable

He seeks redemption
A way beyond chains
A bird in cage
Seeking sky

Thinking penance,
He jumps in fire
Engulfing

Now, he lay writhing
Crying in pain
“Let me out,
This torment

It drives me crazy
Ah! Lashes
How do I escape”

I watch him over and over
Trauma, tears
Changing expressions
Screeching

I indulge in his pain