The Khushi's Pen

As a kid, I used to count on my fingers, One to ten and ten to one, I grew up that way. One, a number to start. Two, people share a heart. Three, realizing that you waste the time being free. Four, that some hurts are so deep to never find a cure. Five, and that's exactly the portrayal of life. Six, it ain't as sweet to be licked. Seven, wishing words could meet heaven. Eight, oh! Please let's go back to seven. Nine, realizing that some things were never mine. Ten, excuses to keep. Ten, fingers speaking clandestine secrets. Nine, on discovering my fad for sweet cigars. Eight, on accomplishing anything great! Seven, that it's never too late. Six, 'sorry' heals even the deepest wounds. Five, sleep tight; because in the night, only dogs howl. Four, "Do I still need to grow more?" Three, oh, it's the end of the time; when I was from all the worries free. Two, eyes which have drenched in more pain and dismay than bright envisions.

"When I come, I am a fever to you- there, or not; but always a fear. When I multiply, I turn bitter... or sweet? Neither you nor I know. Because the taste buds vanish from within thee." To the ones who considered the world to be a hegemon of powers. It is such a satirical contradiction that now even the world's greatest powers has been trumped (*pun intended*) and trounced by the virus. The world has come to a screeching halt. We are the new untouchables. The ones who wanted the "Gandhian Era", look how revoltingly has it arrived- with humans, given a new notion of 'Harijans'. Corona Virus or generically, COVID-19, at one point, has taught us the very raw, but basic art of living life. "The art of being non-judgemental"; because looks can be deceptive and can convey erroneous information, but with masks on and covering almost the entire visage, exempting our eyes; thereby not blindfolding the people, like politics, we fail at categorizing peopl

~ Ever wondered what happens when the thoughts in you come to life when they start to speak and converse with you? //about loneliness// Shattered, the sufferer hid thy visage beneath the pillow cover, For it is an ancient ritual to shy and sly, far far from the trap of the hover. Loneliness for him is dark, bleak and black, Entirely cushioned around him are the thwarting thoughts piling up a major of his mind's rack. Thoughts, now have lost their track; outré they seem, Quite hard to teem, in their realm- A world devoid of pride and prejudice, A world where people now are entirely left to their thrive. It's when the thoughts in you come to life, Its when the thoughts in you start to barter their plight. They speak, personified humans as if they had been- Bartering millions of emotions, a mere thought can lighten or frighten a being. Talk with your thoughts, Talk to yourself. Is the best Talk Therapy- even the Psychologists preach thee. And, set your loneliness all free.

~ Let's face it, this pandemic has dampened our social lives. Is it just me, or are the days blending together? It seems that all we have at the moment is work and home, home and work. And it feels so polarising. We have to suffer from finding connections through the virtual world, with our friends and family. And, when we do meet up in real life, it doesn’t… From the introverts to extroverts, if anything has changed is the notion that introverts, alike the extroverts get homesic k too! Do you feel lonely, or miss onto your once "good old days"? Well, I do. That's a void, a void that cannot be filled in with any liquid, a void that does not possess any trait- neither a shape, a size, a colour nor even an identity! From becoming master chefs to gardeners and everything in between, life seems to be a liquid and humans, as jugglers; juggling up their lives, from the here and now. "Connections', such a beautiful word! And, that's what is human dependency. We,