MindBits #4

My mother once taught me this trick; whenever you feel depressed, hold your right thumb under your left wrist and feel your pulse. Close your eyes then. And now start singing, forming words that may not make sense or words you couldn’t possibly say, and tap your feet a bit, shake your head a bit.

How is that supposed to help, I asked.

 

Don’t you see it? You are music, baby. And music is never ugly and moreover, never lonely. Everybody loves music.

 

 

Identity

If the skin sheds away, and the flesh rots away, and just this soul remains, its beat and heat, am I still the same or have I changed?

Identity
By: Akhilesh Agarwal

Can you name the fears that have languished

The despairs that you have burdened

The wonders that have gone amiss

And every single soul that you caressed

The name of your smile that got lost in smoke and ash

The desires that ailed you, that healed you

The parts you buried, the parts that washed away

Name them, and I will name you too.

Hear It In The Whispers

To, A Friend. By, A Friend.

Hear It In The Whispers
By: Akhilesh Agarwal

I know a girl who says, Stop Running

She sits on the cobbled streets, below the shiny windowpanes

And never begs, no, her hands are too open

She says that to every person by and by

She says that with a smile that encompasses

The world that she snickers at

She never looks at the sky like it’s too high

Or like the ground too soiled

She looks at the world like it is a memory

And she a nostalgia, a figment of it anyways

She looks at me like I am her part

And even I know I am

 

Octahedron

The world troubles, hurts and exploits. We all have a breaking point. The question is: What's yours?

 

Octahedron

By: Akhilesh Agarwal

 

The world never stops

She soaped the dirt away

She brushed the night away

Her screams curdled beneath her neck

The world never stops

His lips formed eight pointed apices

She dug her grave in an octahedron

She would have forgiven too

But the world never stopped