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Constructing your home in the hearts of people, who dwell in the mud cottages, you recede to ground only to be absorbed by the land.
You all remember this street poet from Before Sunrise. That's it!
I want to live like this and earn money by adding value in strangers' life with my not-so-publishable words.
I want to live like this, anything else I would do will be just a compromise.
"To most people, I am barely visible. An un-special person. I have the ability to appear in the background, even if I am standing at the front of a queue. I am always there. Not noticeable. Not important or particularly valuable."
(The Book Thief, Markus Zusak)
The frustration and helplessness of this is clearly visible on my face, at least most of the times it is visible. Clearly visible!
But the thing is that I am just "not noticeable",
moisture in my eyes, mist on my cheeks, lump in my throat, trembling of my hands, breaking of my voice, and me, all this is unnoticeable.
Though visible.
I am always there, trying to fit in places where there is no space for me.
I am always there, trying to sit with a crowd where there is no chair for me.
I am always there, waiting for someone, that someone can be anyone, but the story between me and that someone is same, all I do is wait.
A lot of people belong to me, yet I belong to no one.
I am the book whose cover might be in the memories of many, but my story, none is capable of keeping my story intact in their mind, cos nobody ever tried to read it at the first place, you know the un-special book lying on the shelf?
I am always there, everywhere yet nowhere.
See, I am here as well. But where I am actually? Though visible, I am just "not noticeable".
-Prachi (12-01-2021)
Dear grief
"Dear grief, I don't know how you actually feel like,
what emotions do you bring to a person and it's impossible
for me to recognise when I am in grief. I hate myself for being incapable of identifying you, and I hate you too for being so complex. Why are you like this?
Or why am I like this?
Maybe, if I can understand you a little better,
I will be at peace with myself and with you.
And there won't be any further restlessness.
Whatever you feel like, I love you from my heart and soul,
from my dried eyes and choked voice, I love you from the core of my existence. No, please don't assume me for some maniac, I am just one of your lovers or maybe the only one and I know you're mine, I know because I know you are everyone's lover. But you are not a cheater, you are not unfair because you are loyal to all of us equally.
But I doubt that maybe you are more than just a lover for me, you are my shadow, but you know what? You aren't the disloyal one, as I said, you are a loyal shadow, you don't and I know, you won't leave me when the world goes dark, you are always there, day or night, warm or cold, through all the seasons. But I still don't know who you are?"
-"Knock Knock"
"Who's there?"
-"Grief! I am here to answer you"
-"Maybe I am the silence or maybe I am the violence or maybe I am the aggression in your eyes or maybe I am the denial in your mind or maybe I am just a lover as said by you. I am the lover who will break you and also make you, I will hit you unexpectedly and will leave you unexpectedly, defying you here, I will even leave you on some dark nights as well but then again I will find my way back to you.
Just continue being my lover and accept my love disguised as pain".
-Prachi
Hello,
I write to escape!
You might have seen me
on your feed, I might have given you some
hints.
I escape the reality to
meet a greater reality that
exists within my head.
I escape the reality not only
because it's haunting.
I escape the reality to
experience a few moments of
truth that I build for myself.
I escape the reality not only
to dwell upon utopian ideas.
I escape the reality to
dwell deeper into the thoughts
that can never become my voice.
I escape the reality not only
to fantasize.
But, because my thoughts when transformed
into words becomes a beautiful safe haven for me.
-Prachi
Leave their lies of light, we will live in our reality of darkness.