Poems, Thoughts

Crawling in circles

It pricked each time the thoughts ran

Like that demon who’d been on a chase

Not an ordinary one, it’s a monster

They say it’s about perspective

It’s true but where’s the silver lining

If perspectives are meant to be countered

I’d be crawling, not running, in circles

Because most of the time,

It’s unbearable.

– Parveen Maghera

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Poems, Thoughts

An unusual shift

an unusual shift from chaos to peace
leaving me a dearth of feelings I once found familiarity with
what is anxiety, stress or annoyance
or what is being happy in contrast to all these
like an empty page in a fresh notebook off the shelf
my pen is inkless as I write in twirls
the words are there but invisible
like the blank slate of my mind
a child’s innocence in a new enclosure
I’ll wait for time to paint some colours on the paper
as I wait to see how beautiful this page will be
watch it narrate this new path of a life
that felt strange the moment I stepped into an unusual shift from chaos to peace

– Parveen Maghera

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Poems, Thoughts

Lost and found and lost

Each day, we work ourselves into a deep grave of anomie, detached from our authentic selves who once found meaning but lost it as we lost ourselves, we live a pseudo life where humility becomes burdensome, where the only silver lining are the notes in your wallet, a means and end of itself, we’re all simply zombies living paycheck to paycheck, letting the ball roll into someone else’s court, yet they say this is the reality you cannot escape five days in a week,

you’re granted forty-eight hours to find yourself, only to lose it again at 9am the next morning.

– Parveen Maghera

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