I love how History never loses the taste of melancholy, On its tongue Like a broken stereo That plays the same Elvis song Over, And over Again. Yet time lives on its amnesia For all the times it witnesses A story, A pause, A revelation, Or a loss that fuels poetry, A poetry, that's often not just words For I knew a man Who gave away wishlists folded in paper planes To a girl that resembled his dead daughter A woman who'd stop wearing blue A kid who took after his colonel uncle It's such a shame To be a poet When I don't know how to poetrify a loss. I didn't know Until today, That loss Is written In braille, To fathom it, Feel it first.
I visited this cafe in November 2019 and it has caught my heart ever since. The cafe is dressed up in colourful notes, and quotes and notes to God, crushes, mom, friends, and even notes to the future me, it was overwhelming. Hoping I get to be there soon, and see whether my chits are still there, hehe.
Humans often create a world of their own where everything is pitch perfect. Where they are encompassed by the people who love them unconditionally. And seldom they think about me. Since my existence in this world is frivolous according to their comprehensive abilities.
They feel that I'm unable to induce satisfaction or happiness. Albeit, they should contemplate that I'm under no aegis. I'm omnipresent, a benefit I possess due to my ubiquitous attribute.
It doesn't require anything or any amount to find me. I'm there, with the human race, within them, around them. They just need to come out of their fabricated abyss of illusions to seek and experience the powers that I hold. I'm always available, compared to my arch rival, my most favourite nemesis, Material Things.
Humans crave about her entry into their lives, I still can't fathom the reason. For they have to sacrifice myriad of other aspects in order to attain her company. That's not the case with me. I don't have any prerequisites or conditions to which they should adhere to. They only need to lift the fictitious veil of expectations from their mind and they'll be able to spot me, gazing at them with twinkling eyes.
I hope humans find the much needed courage to let go of their high expectations as it is contaminating their sanity. Because this mindset closes their perspective and makes them cunning to the core. Yearning for a perfect world which doesn't exist. Thus, leading to disappointments and melancholia. I hope for a better scenario and a different picture that'll make them understand my worth. I have nothing but love and prosperity to offer.
I'm Little Things and this my heartfelt appeal to the human race.
The colonists are gone It's Independence day Self rule hence saw its Hay day I value it no less And thank those who bled So our generation could see This day of freedom And night of Bliss But it's been 75 years since And it's time to introspect At what we've achieved And where we've fallen short Let's see the mess and resolve to sort Girls today as young as ten Are gang raped, killed And cremated without family While girls with ambitions are married off happily For stealing fruits from temples Kids are beaten without mercy As we turn blind to their wretched misery Women are forced to have sex by husbands Coz it's legal Female foetus is aborted though illegal Education remains a dream for millions of us As Caste based scavenging remains continuing as such Corruption and patriarchy tied in wedlock Religious fanaticism is out at large Gender is still tightly binary Sex remains taboo for all and sundry. Wish me Independence when all this ends Wish me Independence when all this ends.