Poems

the piece

I cut myself loose from this puzzle
with a snap from the scissors but
it won’t stay away insofar as
these feelings find themselves
right back into the same incision
to fill it as though
they’re screaming at me to go back
to where I was and start again
because I belonged there,
but I don’t want to be a piece of this puzzle
I cannot fathom, I want to be
the one who can mess the pieces
so you can feel
like a piece of my puzzle for once

— Parveen Maghera

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Poems, Thoughts

i reject society

sometimes

i wish i lived
in a cave where i could be
whatever i want to be
do whatever i want to do
and never
come back

i want to reject society

but then i realise my existence is rooted in this very
society that has begun to destroy humanity
one happy soul at a time…

where do i go then?

— Parveen Maghera

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Poems, Thoughts

Faith

how does it feel like to have renewed faith
a kind that reminds us that it is only us who is in charge of our own lives
whatever fate may be we decide and let be
now I take this oath to remind myself
that I am my existence
that this humanity is my strength and You my hope
and I remind the little one down the street
that I see the star in her eye
because she did too

– Parveen Maghera

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Pressing On

I’m only waiting for the moment when life gets better, back to its normalcy, but normalcy has left us long ago, buried in the past. Then, all I need is strength to bring this life out of its dark shadows, to make it work with all the irreversible changes. And I’m persisting because I choose to believe in You.

– Parveen Maghera 

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Poems, Stories, Thoughts

Pastiche of Fabrics

I had always thought this world was beautiful… wait, it has always been… but what kind of beautiful world it is when people act like they understand us when they actually don’t? What happens when this form of false understanding becomes the basis of our relationships with people, even the closest ones like our families? When we say, “I completely understand”, do we… really? Our experiences are personal and can only be understood by us. The articulation of our own experiences are just mere representations. The use of the language binds us to an arbitrary system of squiggles, strokes, marks and random sounds to explain our feelings of pain, happiness, sadness, anger, confusion, jealousy and anxiety. How can just a word like “anxiety” encapsulate the understanding of how anxious I am feeling? Even if you experienced anxiety, how can you understand my anxiety when I experience it completely different from yours? The reality we live in are like a pastiche of fabrics made up of these misunderstandings that we believe to be true. But no one complains, because they were never destructive to begin with. What is the reality of humans then? We humans yearn for companionship, love and connection. We are social beings. No matter how much we want to be left alone, our minds seek for conversations, like how we speak to ourselves when deciding on what to eat for dinner. Loneliness is hurting. You listening to my rant even when I know you don’t identify with my experiences is liberating. And I think this is what makes life beautiful because we humans try our best in our struggles, love, hate, differences, frustration and stress to sew humanity together. Our unity is never innate. We are stitched together by the threads of humanity that loop our lives into the social fabric that we react to everyday.

This effort is beautiful.

Humanity is beautiful.

– Parveen Maghera

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Thoughts

A New Phase Of Life

I have never felt so “adult” in my life especially since last year. It’s funny how we often say that “age is just a number” — which is true — but we find ourselves facing more problems as we age. And these problems or issues are only deemed to be problematic to us because we have experienced much in our lives to understand the gravity of the situation we are in. But then, this sentence only contradicts the former because even at a very young age, you experience a lot more than others, and when you grow older, you have more experiences and life moments to reflect on to ascertain the current issue you are facing, or, for the matter of fact, your future. And this is probably why some people comment, “You’re too matured for your age! I didn’t know you’re 21.” Yup. Okay.

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