Thursday, 18 July 2024

Chasing Illusions

 I was smiling and dancing in a world so sweet,

Where fantasy and reality were meant to meet.

A knock on my heart, I opened the door,

A beautiful bird flew out, strapped to my core.


With a golden wire, from my heart to her wings,

She sang and flew, enchanted by magical things.

She tried to touch art, so lovely and bright,

But it vanished each time, slipping from sight.

Her song turned sad, she flew here and there,

Led me to water, through fire, up mountains bare.

I grew tired and hurt, begged her to rest,

But she chased illusions while giving her best.

A thought came to my mind—should I cut the golden thread and set us both free? But then, what if the bird were to suffer or be lost? Her pain would be mine, her absence will make me cruel and it won't be fair.


Exhausted, I caught her, with gentle care,

Placed her in a cage, to end our despair.

I closed the door, back where she came,

And thought about the journey, the joy and the pain.


But the bird is not confined forevermore;

She is allowed to fly, to explore,

To enjoy the green garden, so lush and sweet,

Where she can find beauty and joy, where emotions meet.

-Ojasweeta Sinha 

Saturday, 6 July 2024

Torn between emotional depth and rational clarity

 I was drowning in emotional water,

When a boat of rationality arrived,

Offering me a chance of survival.


As I climbed the boat,

A storm of feelings touched me at the edge.

Unable to stay calm,

I plunged back into the water,

Drowning once again.

Then a hand of logic reached out to me.

I grasped it and was almost out of the river,

But then I heard my own emotions,

Falling like rain.


The touch of those raindrops

Reminded me of something deep inside,

Something that would die

If I distanced myself from my emotions,

From my river of water.


So, I let go of the hand

And chose to stay.

Then a light appeared,

And I smiled.

I built a bridge with my inner strength,

Deciding to balance all my emotions.

Now, whenever I want,

I dive into the water,

Swim, and emerge,

Walking on the river.

-Ojasweeta Sinha

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