The Legend's Wisdom

  Death Bed   White-coloured bed sheets, White painted walls, White bright lights, Colourless fluids dripping from its container down my veins, Colourless face gasping for breath.   Don’t know how long I’ve got The last few months felt like an eternity. A part of me wishes “if only I had someone.” To ease the pain of loneliness, Another part of me wishes “better to be alone.” To not burden another soul.   One life, and I’ve lived it well. Showered my love and care, To everyone who I crossed paths with. It’s sad that a sensitive person like me, Ended up with this hypersensitive respiratory condition.   I’ve never been really upset about it, even though it’s killing me. Even though Asthma didn’t let me relish the things that I loved: Ice creams, Coldwater, Rain, Pillow fights, Laughing, Perfume, Cycling, Flowers and Pets. It taught me to value life.   My two-and-a-half decades of lifespan coming to an end,...

Wealth “What is wealth,” asked my mind. “Is it abundant money? Or property? Or fame and name?” My heart replied, “Doing what you love Being where you love, and Being with whom you love” -Calvin  

                          “Anna, thanks”   I was at the metro and was going to take the escalator. The place was packed with people, everyone jostling, pushing, and pulling their luggage, bumping into one another, and shoving their bodies forward to keep moving. Crowds are something I dislike. Brushing bodies against strangers, the very thought of it fills me with disgust. A family of four was going before me, the mother, father, and the elder son stepped onto the stairs and they did not turn back to see that they had left their daughter behind. The little one wore a light green frock, she was about seven years old. She was scared to take the first step and she started to freak out. The middle-aged woman behind me was pushing me. I stood my ground, held the little one’s arm and bent a little, and said, “Bayapadadha kutty, Anna kootituporaen.” She took a step forward and stumbled. I guided her to the center and asked h...

Another Lonely Day  Another day, Another lonely day. All by myself, Alone at the back of the class. In the end, It’s the sobbing kid in the corner, With no one to console, No one to understand, The mouth turned dumb In fear, The trauma that was long gone, All gushing back to take its rightful place, To take away the boy’s peace, his voice, his dignity.   All grown up now, Still a child on the inside. The silence is the comfort, The tears feel like home, I’m finally where I belong.   Giving love to everyone, Because I received none. People have all their assumptions, Which I don’t really mind. Not a lot of haters, But the ones who hurt, Are the ones who are near.

  The Quiet   A quiet which I don’t quite enjoy All by myself, Drowning in my sorrows I’m the loser in my story Everyone passing their comments The silence feels so loud My mind wandering relentlessly Wishing for some company, To uplift my mood The stillness nurturing a low self-esteem Looking out my window, I see the rain dripping Like teardrops from the grave grey clouds My mind lost in grief Realizing that misery is permanent   I quite enjoy the quiet All by myself, Peacefully in my dreams I’m the hero in my story No one to pass comments The silence feels just right My mind at a complete serene rest Wishing for no company, Lest my mood be spoiled The stillness nurturing a high self-esteem Looking out my window, I see the rain in a rhythm of joy Showering from the glorious heavens My mind lost in bliss Realizing that happiness is permanent