Iridescent Thoughts

 Hey you all, I decided to post something different from the usual this time. These are four fictional pieces I've written and all four poems surround the same theme - of feeling frustrated, wanting out and trying to get back to yourself. Some are old pieces and ideas to which I weaved in some new lines.  The comments and messages I received on the previous blog 'Self Care, An alien concept' were overwhelming so I also want to thank everyone who reads my blogs, shares them and leave heart warming comments. I hope you like this one too.     Objects in the mirror  They say objects in the mirror appear closer than they are                But I'm standing here In front of a mirror And what I see does not feel closer to me They say objects in the mirror appear closer than they are But I feel a million miles away from myself So far away that I no longer think that What I see is me They sa...

 Dear you, yes you, if you are someone who doesn't value yourself, put everything aside and read this. We live in a world where Self Care is a very alien concept. Right now I know you're probably thinking, "what is she saying? I know what self care is". So no, I don't mean the self care you see on social media. I don't mean the one day you take out of your week or the daily routine you've made for yourself to do a face mask, get your hair and nails done and/or go shopping, nothing of that sort. I don't mean the superficial things we do to make ourselves look and feel better temporarily. We live in a world where doing all that seems like what self care is. We're sitting here in this roller coaster called life and most of the time we're living for the temporary. This world, it eats us up. We deal with so many problems and issues and most of the time, we ignore them, run away from them or deny them because we don't know what to do ...

Confined inside these four walls Nothing to do but stare Stare at these walls which see and hear so much Nothing to do but wander off Wander off in my mind to a place where I'm happy Nothing to do but look at these pages One by one as a story unravels itself Of the adventures I can't have I was looking through old poems I'd written and found this one. I don't remember when exactly I wrote this but it makes so much sense in the current situation. It's been close to six months since the lock down was imposed and that poem pretty much sums up what I've been doing all this while. Reading and binge watching to burn away the time between when I wake up and when I go to sleep everyday. I'm sure I'm not the only one though. A lot of you out there would be facing the same issues or doing the same thing. It's a rut that I can't seem to get out of. I see everyone else on social media being productive and going about their day as if nothing is bothering them...