Out of place

In a storybook village

She sits by the river,

emerald blue water

melancholy song of the birds

its a dull day.

There are only dull days.

In this quaint little town

where nothing happens

she feels like she is living in a daze

in a beautiful but toxic maze.

Caught up in the monotony

unable to escape

unable to move.

It is unsettling, the perfect harmony.

She longs for a different life

one with the cacophony of the traffic

one with the sky-high buildings

one where the city comes alive at night.

She sighs.

In an overcrowded city

She sits in her small cubicle

overlooking the grey skies

She misses the fairytales and their lies

The printer keeps buzzing

as does her phone

The only quiet she finds is in the bathroom

People surround her, breathing in her space

From the second she wakes up,

Life feels like a race.

She longs for a quiet escape.

A hidden nook

Away from the noise and the movement.

Somewhere where life halts for a moment.

She sighs.

Both look at the sky

and wish for a different life.

 

 

© Sneha Pathak

 

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Where do you want to go?

Where would you rather be?

The all-powerful machine

That rests on top of your head

Where do you want it to take you instead?

In the woods far away,

Walking in solitude

Or maybe at a banquet of delicious food?

Would you rather be at a beach,

Or would you give up the excel sheets

For a chance to teach?

Or would you use this machine as a time travel device

To travel through time and space,

Somewhere where your heart lies?

Maybe with a loved one departed,

Maybe back to where your story started.

To try to change the course of your story

Or to escape from memories, dark and gory.

Picture yourself in the South of France,

Or in a studio where it’s just you and your dance.

Or a library full of dusty books that are your sole company

Or just to escape from the exhausting monotony

Somewhere where the music, sings your hearts symphony.

To live an alternate life with possibilities endless

To somehow avoid, life and all its mess.

Wherever you choose to go,

You only just need to close your eyes.

For all you delusional adventures,

Just a vivid imagination would suffice.

 

© Sneha Pathak [Rights Reserved]

Patience and Kindness

I gave a part of me to people and things

And when they left,

I kept feeling something is amiss.

My balloons of joy, tied to another

Stayed weighted near the ground, going no further.

I let others hold the rein to my joy and sorrow

I lived in suspense, wondering how they’ll make me feel tomorrow.

I let things external to me, define my being

I kept focusing on trivialities, the bigger picture I was not even seeing.

What they thought of me, defined my day

What about what I thought, didn’t I have a say?

One day I woke up, and decided to listen only to one soul

The girl in the mirror, she will play the lead role.

I decided to let go of emotions that were holding me back,

Ghosts of past, worries of future I tied them all up and threw away the sack.

I focused on smiling a lot more than I did

Of my demons though, I wasn’t yet rid.

I drank some warm tea and listened to soulful songs

I tried to find joy in little things, not worry about what could go wrong.

I gathered around me people who made me feel warm

I had to shut my walls to those who had caused me harm.

I read some poems and ate some good food

I tried to actively focus on the state of my mood.

Everyday I thanked someone for being there with me

Of the burden of unrealistic self expectations, I tried to slowly break free.

I can’t say I have conquered my mind,

But one thing I learnt, is to be patient with myself and to be kind.

(C) Sneha Pathak

A small eclipse before rebirth

As the eclipse hides the moon

I hope you see the similarity soon.

For my darkness too, has hidden my light

A part of me too, is hidden from sight.

A part of me that once laughed without care

A part of me that I lost when, I am not even aware.

My confidence now too hidden from the view

But stick around longer, I’ll be born anew.

Just as the eclipse shall end in a few hours tonight

My radiance that was hidden will soon be my guiding light.

For I shall rise from the ashes of my weaknesses, like a Phoenix reborn

In this battle against myself, victory shall me mine alone.

(C) Sneha Pathak

When the world is too much

Their whispers are deafening today

She runs out and and far away.

Her body though, stays put there.

She smiles politely, acting unaware.

At times their words cut not her skin, but her soul

They see her bleeding, but their words just roll.

For they feel so powerful, sitting up high

Living in their little bubbles of lie.

Passing judgement like its their duty and right

Arm chair warriors, hiding behind little screens they fight.

They pick on the fallen and the weak,

For their opinion are baseless and their notions reek.

Some days their eyes continue to stare,

Some days it gets too much to bear.

So she runs away far, as far as her feet can carry

She stops on the beach, now really weary.

The sea makes her feet wet

And the grey sky starts spilling droplets.

She gets drenched, as her eyes add to the wetness.

Her skin craves a kind human touch,

Someone to tell her, fret not my dear, some days the world is just too much.

(C) Sneha Pathak

A list of bliss

Soft cool breeze in autumn,

Leaves decorating the pathway in Auburn.

Sky painted in shades of orange and pink

White sheets of paper, ornated with dark blue ink.

Jazz instrumental playing in the background

Finding enthralling poetry in a library profound.

Kettles brewing some fresh tea for the evening

The sound of waves and the peace they bring.

Sunflowers, Roses, lilies of several colors and size

Finding small shells hidden in the beach like a prize.

The feeling of being wrapped in warm blankets on a winters night

A warmer hug from someone after a fight.

Having a good book and some hot chocolate in your hands

Reading tales of love and utopian lands.

This is a list of things that may fill your heart with joy and bliss

Add to this list, if there’s something amiss.

(C) Sneha Pathak

Like a rainy breeze

He was like the breeze on a rainy afternoon.

The soft drizzle had died down,

The sun slightly showed its golden crown.

She sat at the window overlooking the city

She despises the rains, but today it looked pretty.

For she felt the freshness of the wind against her face.

As she sipped some tea, staring at the city in a daze.

It was quiet and serene, a little nook.

As she cuddled up with a poetry book.

Today, she knows why she adores him the most

It’s because of his mere presence, that the purpose to the day isnt lost.