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

MindBits #3

Many people fear Death. They are afraid of the end, the dimming of lights, the fall of curtain or the wilting of leaves. They are afraid that everything they have known, represented, fought for and gathered over the years shall fade away into nothing. They would become The One Who Lived and Was Forgotten With Time. That may be scary to some but to me it gives hope.

I think Death comforts me, reassures me and makes me move on, no matter what. Isn't that what hope does exactly? I look at all my troubles, my struggles and my desperation and it makes me glad to know that they had all pass eventually and what shall take place shall either be bliss ( a long shot, that one!) or Death, ah! that sweet end. The day the contract of my body, soul and mind expires and they each go their own way. Body shall decompose and lend life to somebody else, soul shall find another to hinder and torture and my mind, of course would teach, enlighten or make a complete fool of someone else!

It gives me immense pleasure to know that this shall end and something, anything  shall take it's place. Anything has to be better than nothing, the way i feel right now. So yes, Death comforts me, reassures me and makes me move on because I know that however hard I may screw up, I have a way out.

Summer

"When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside." ~Rumi

Because there are bigger truths to face and scarier demons to fight. Because there are times to hold on and time to let go.

Summer
By: Akhilesh Agarwal

The life ran over your mangled body

I saw that the sky was yellow bright

You breathed in the concrete and sweat

I hate summers now

You shone like my backyard bulb

Bright, time-light

You laughed like the ocean

Vast, free

You left without a trace

A pathetic eulogy was sung

Sung on that spit summer day

I hate summers now

 

MindBits #2

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep/ But I have promises to keep/ And miles to go before I sleep/ And miles to go before I sleep." ~Robert Frost

 

How easy it is to stop believing in your dreams, to fall for the distractions, to be convinced of your insignificance or to be just tired of getting up, working the hardest you can and not getting anywhere.

But that’s what dreams-becoming-reality is made up of:  conviction, to believe in your dreams with all your heart and have wildest faith in them, wildest faith in yourself. Because how much ever we would like to believe that we are at a disadvantage and accept the situation and wallow in self-pity, we are not at a disadvantage. Instead we are at the biggest advantage a human is capable of getting and that is of having a dream.

They make our lives significant and bring a peace in their own absurd way. They focus our minds away from the mist and help us towards something that shall truly satisfy us, or maybe not. Who knows for sure? Maybe the chase would have, at the end, been for naught. But it’s as they say: it’s all about the journey and none about the destination. So as long as I am on this journey and enjoying it, I shall continue.

 

 

 

MindBits #1

"Because it's only words, and words are all I have, to take your heart away." ~BeeGees, Words

 

Can you fall in love with words? Because I think I have. I think I appreciate the beauty of these things far more than the beauty of her folded lips. I think I appreciate the company of these words far more than the company of the ensued silence between us.

I wonder why that is? Is that because I am a loner? I believe not. I think it’s to do with security. I think it’s to do with belongingness.

I feel I belong with words and they belong to me.  They are my constant reminders that not all life breathes.

They give me hope in the direst of places and love in all its faces. They make me believe in impossible things, make me believe that we are more alike than we think but at the same time, we are made in peculiar ways and have more ability than we know to achieve the  heart’s widest desires.

They leave me at times wondering, is our soul restricted to this world? Not at all. Words put forth the astounding fantasies in the most plausible manner. They dream up thousands of worlds. Can you believe it, a single mind of mortal existence capable of something so phenomenal?