A LITTLE WHILE
CATCHING-UP WITH LIFE
As a child growing up
With elders going on and on
About how everything in the present age is crap
From movies to books, technology to rap.
I could not fathom how music so pleasant,
To their ears was abominable and depressant.
Their sensibilities were limited and on freeze
And dated to things produced until the 80s
History repeats itself
Patterns as well
We see the Internet raving about the pride of 90s
Comparing it to the present and making it a tease
There is nothing wrong in romanticizing the past
But so much harm holding on to it stead fast
Let’s have fun rolling with the changing times
Let’s laugh and smile marking it with wrinkled lines.
To realms unspoken
Screaming from the rooftops
My mind is always swirling
with so many thoughts
a plethora of things
I want to say
to so many people
But while in the midst of them,
I get tied up in knots
With those thoughts filled to the brim
I curate the words to form a hymn.
Letting a sigh, into my easy chair I plop
Having the pleasure of
screaming it from the rooftops.
I feel understood.
I feel I’m heard.
IT IS OKAY NOT TO FEEL OKAY
To wake up and stay in the bed
For no reason, filled with dread
Guilt and fear, crawl your skin
With loathing, You burn within
Hating work and calling in sick
Feeling burdened with every blink
The advent of an enemy with no face
Seems like the start of your fall from grace
Anxiety and panic, makes you tremble
Life as you know it, with its duties, crumble
Embrace yourself with compassionAnd look for ways that you can refashion
Forget not, there is always hopeTo escape this downward slope
And remember to turn on love’s lightWhile the soul crosses its dark night.
THE WRITER'S BLOCK
The minute I kept the pen on my paper
Came and stood next to me, the teacher
I felt condescended, not sure,
And the next moment I cannot form words from the alphabets
I forget all I know
And what remains in the paper is a dot.
I look above me at the teacher standing tall
And ask her politely, explaining the situation.
She obliges and leaves the room.
The writers block, left the block.
My paper in no minute is filled
With my thoughts
In the right words in the right way.
I patted myself for taking courage
To make the judging self inside me
Step out
So that the novice inside me can grow.
FROM BEYOND
To know that the beings you loved so dear,
Are not with you anymore.
Your heart strings tug at the realization of this.
You curse yourself for having befriended the aged,
Your grannies and grandpas.
You stop yourself from becoming close to anyone,
Now that you know goodbyes are for sure.
You spend your days alone,
Making a friend in you.
Days go by, and
You float among the million noises around you
Like a leaf undisturbed.
One day, evoked by a forgotten fragrance, you are reminded of a loved one,
You dip in an ocean of melancholy for a moment,
And after you had consoled yourselves that this is how life works,
You look towards the future,
What will happen when I die,
Will I miss me too?
The voice inside your head says NO
And it isn’t your voice
But a medley of voices of all beings you have known for many lifetimes.
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Hi there, I am Maria Antony Rosy. A software engineer by profession. Take a dive into my musings, thoughts, beliefs and poems.






