Maybe we just lived between hurting and healing. — Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
We, the generation of aching souls
Maybe we just slide one moment to another
Existing one instant
Exhausted the next
With filters on our photographs belying
the chaos in our minds
Oxymoron exemplified
Strutting with our heads held high
As we ridicule our own sighs
Oh, it’s all fine!
I wonder what happened to us, wonder why each one of us is so sad. I wonder where we went wrong. Why day after day, everything’s just… bad. Lost in the ocean of information, our eyes never shutting, our ears always listening, our minds never at peace, we seek comfort at unknown places and just as we think we’re healed, we find a new way to hurt ourselves.
We belong nowhere
Never wholly here nor there
Desperate to be somewhere
So we jump on the pseudo-true meme-wagons
So we’re all in on the jokes
While those phrases stealthily sneak into our slangs
So much so that now when I argue with mom
Over how could she eat my last piece of cake
I go ‘Arey but…
teri nazaron ne dil ka kiya jo hashar’
Like we've finally found someplace to belong
While a storm inside craves, longs
So, maybe, it’s the comfort-zone bias, we embrace pain like an old friend now — a constant to rely on when nothing else seems sure — to grieve underneath the weighty blanket of sadness. Pain demands to be felt as Augustus Waters said. Always feeling terrible inside, as the reasons for it keep changing. We’re ever ready to go to war, for ourselves and others. We have so much love and anger with no idea what to do and nowhere to put it.
We feel too much and say too little
Mock the idea of sharing but praise those who do
Confused little souls we are
Believe something today and
Tomorrow we refute it
We want to know how others feel, but are
Frightened to return the favor, or
To be stuck in the in-betweens
I am not them
But I am also not me
We’ve opened up our lives for the world to see,
while safely caging in our emotions
As we’re raging against injustice outside
Our heart mourns in silence
For it has been hurt but the healing seems so far away
And we tend to get lost in the way
But maybe that's how we survive, constantly switching between connect and disconnect from our own selves sometimes and from the world at another. Well, who am I to know? I too, am a part of this same flummoxed generation.
Like Ari says - I guess I was a mystery even to myself.
Maybe that's what we all are. A secret of this universe.
But a person of this world.
And I feel we must change the fact that we're all living on the extremes, either this or that, towards left or right, in black or white, refusing to acknowledge the grey divide that’s been stretched too wide in a world polarized.
Hi guys, I’m Prachi
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