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

One more time

I have told myself to reach the surface each time the wave attempts to pull me into the deep dark hollows of the ocean, and each time I emerge with the sun’s rays shining on me, I smile in victory at the death of the demons I fought, yet they return to drown me into the same black pits, and I type this with a tight chest, heavy breathing, hoping these string of words will cease the palpitations and I can swim up to the sun’s glow one more time.

– 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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