Thursday, 12 April 2018

Spectres of my Mind

- Pragya Bhattacharjee




Sometimes i wish my words would not reverberate within me.
And as i flick open my eyes those words would just ricochet and leave.

Most times i realised, they are so ineffable i cannot even blame anyone else for not understanding.
For my mind knows to play tricks and my words that should have carried meaning now seem confusing.



Sometimes i fill myself so much with this world, all i want is to vomit "it" out and wish "it", the world, couldn't touch me anymore.

And those times when it gets so cold, i can't even blame anyone else for letting me slip.
For i know, even i did not help myself but space out and fail to take my leap!


Sometimes i feel an uncomfortable hurt from missing faceless strangers, you know the kind of vice-like hurt that lets you be but lets you too watch it gnaw at your soul?
Those times, i close my eyes and clutch my hands and repeat, "you are happy!you are enough!you are whole!"


Moments and days and years will pass by and i can never blame anyone for leaving.
For i've known since long, most will become my strangers with memories.

Albeit i still sometimes wish, some memories would not reverberate within me.
And as i flick open my eyes those memories would just ricochet and leave.