The scarred scarlet
Images of our scars slides before our vision.
The unfair world of gender bias.
Finding our way to avoid the eventual destination of anonymity.
The conscious effort to protect our different demeanour.
The tough battle to ace the pace in the journey to the top.
Logical mind feeling trapped trying to carve a niche in a creative field.
The debate of the linear thought against an abstract view.
Being invigorated isnt optional, need of the hour is to strenghten.
Trying to fathom and grapple with betrayal.
Tug of war between love and lust.
There we go, slipping in to oblivion.........
The slip turns out to be quick sand.
The unfair world of gender bias.
Finding our way to avoid the eventual destination of anonymity.
The conscious effort to protect our different demeanour.
The tough battle to ace the pace in the journey to the top.
Logical mind feeling trapped trying to carve a niche in a creative field.
The debate of the linear thought against an abstract view.
Being invigorated isnt optional, need of the hour is to strenghten.
Trying to fathom and grapple with betrayal.
Tug of war between love and lust.
There we go, slipping in to oblivion.........
The slip turns out to be quick sand.
The fractured soul needs spiritual crutches.
Looking for a ladder leading to sanity.
Who do we forgive?
What do we forget?
The transcluscent life needs to be cleansed.
The urge to clear our journey which is intertwined with emotional investments in seemingly eternal and loyal bonds.
Pushing behind feelings of rejection and dissapointment.
Amidst we being served with life's multiple course meals, we are gallivanting in the roller coaster ride of parenting and time pressing demands of our profession.
Somewhere between mothering our child and expecting tender love, ageing happens at a lightening speed.
Looking for a ladder leading to sanity.
Who do we forgive?
What do we forget?
The transcluscent life needs to be cleansed.
The urge to clear our journey which is intertwined with emotional investments in seemingly eternal and loyal bonds.
Pushing behind feelings of rejection and dissapointment.
Amidst we being served with life's multiple course meals, we are gallivanting in the roller coaster ride of parenting and time pressing demands of our profession.
Somewhere between mothering our child and expecting tender love, ageing happens at a lightening speed.
Phew! Quite a path!!!!!
Time to pause and breathe.
Awaiting the much needed dawn.
Lets peel off our fake layers.
Let the scars be naked and raw.
Let our excrescence get the beautiful embellishment.
Let the pock marks be adorned.
Let our being be in trance.
Let us be hypnotised by extreme happiness and be totally uninhibited.
Awaiting the much needed dawn.
Lets peel off our fake layers.
Let the scars be naked and raw.
Let our excrescence get the beautiful embellishment.
Let the pock marks be adorned.
Let our being be in trance.
Let us be hypnotised by extreme happiness and be totally uninhibited.
Let the scarred scarlet in us dance in the much delayed and eagerly awaited entrante, "Our very own renaissance"
By Purvi K
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