Of Unicorns and Miracles

Surviving and being alive are two different things; the sooner you realize this, the better.

Only fools believe in unicorns
I’m a fool I believe
But God,
Let me believe in miracles
And unicorns
And mermaids
Let me be happy with my beliefs
Just this once
Let me be hopeful
Let me believe that people still fall in love
With places and books and caf├ęs and humans
Let me believe love exists
In smiles and texts and hugs and cuddles
Let me believe loved ones can live an eternity together
In moments and dreams and hopes and admist all impossibilities
Let me believe some people really stick by you
During happiness and misery alike
Let me be naive
Let me be heartbroken
But Oh God, let me be alive
Just this once
I want to be alive.

Reverie

I tell myself it’s okay
It’s okay to lose a friend I thought I’ll explore the world with
It’s okay not to be loved back
It’s okay not to feel anything sometimes
It’s okay to feel a little too much at times
It’s okay to cry myself to sleep at nights
It’s okay to wake up feeling numb most mornings
And It’s okay not to be okay all the time
A day shall rise tomorrow
The same sun yet a new day
A day if not of joy, that of less pain probably
A day of hope which is currently lost
A day of smiles even if they’re broken
A day of gaining even if I have to lose most of it afterwards
A day of less agony
A day less like a night
A day more like a day.

Being Human

I’m tired
Tired of this world
And the people who dwell here
Cladded in embellished silk
Chattering and laughing in their lofty mansions.
I’m tired of this world
And its ugliness
No, not the one you see in slums
But the kind you only see
Behind their closed gold doors
And royal gardens
And sick mentality
And punk social sertup.
I’m tired of carrying the weight
Of merely being a human
It’s so nerve wracking
It’s so stressful
And helpess too
When I see a child
Across the road
Begging for money
A wretched sight indeed
His obnoxious presence
Makes them frown
They say his vile odour
Contaminates the air
That child I can see
Is deprived of love, food and decent clothes
His torn shoes
Give me goosebumps
But I must not go near a ‘thing’
So dirty and scarred
I must keep my distance
So the ugliness keeps its distance from me
That’s what they say
So I take their word
I hand him a 10 rupee note
As if he can buy
A whole meal with that
Shaking the thoughts I go on,
Look out the window again
Only to see
Another child
Yet another one,
More of them,
Children;
So many children
Then widows,
Diseased,
And drug addicts
And then I see myself
And Wonder
If I am really different from them
I know I’m not
I’m torn like them
The only difference is
Their brokenness is visible
Mine, I keep it hidden
I must keep it this way
So that they never know
So that no one can ever know
How convergent we all fundamentally are
Yet we fake as if
We all can never be equal
Indifferent entities
Indifferent humans
Drunk on the ideas
Of superiority and pretentiousness
A pity indeed
But also
A heart-breaking spectacle
For all I know
Afterall
I’m a human too
And I’m tired of it.