We All Have Been Tirelessly Trying To Fit In The Mould Of A Person Who's Desirable And Appreciated By

We all have been tirelessly trying to fit in the mould of a person who's desirable and appreciated by the standards of the world. We know originality is an art but we still find ourselves in the loop counting how many do we influence. I think that is the tragedy. To know what is art yet to run behind the bland. To know what is life yet to chase the very death, everyday.

-V

I never liked chaos,

but it was persistent to stay.

I've craved for peace,

only that it never crossed my way.

-V

"When you know they are not worth it, stop giving it to them."

"Stop giving what!?"

"Stop giving the vibe that they have a hold on you."

Emotionally, I have always wanted to be my softer self. Intellectually, I wanted to hold an invisible sword. As always, I seemed to enjoy diving deep enough to hit the bottom.

You've been a relentless bug,

kicking my mountain of indifference

everytime you passed by.

I was smug knowing the pile is huge,

and your legs are short and stout

your resolve hopefully weak.

Days passed and I caught your glimpse

still digging the mountain

like it works.

One fine rainy day, my mountain

crumpled like a castle of sand

Wrecked like an after disaster.

And you on the top of debris

were seated offering me a hand.

To give myself or to withhold,

Was no more in my command.

-Vanshika Singh

This all had been so different if people were known, liked and loved not for what they could do but for what they were in person. I have felt this concept burrowing me from inside, like a mid life crisis or an existential dilemma. It takes a lot to decide in the moment, to be a person for people or a person for myself. And to my extreme displeasure, when the moment comes, I forget about this very question and be the resourceful little traitor who betrays her own conscience. Although, at the end of it all, I start believing there are more like me- contemplating hard but giving up even before the question of selfishness arises, not even consciously. That's the only hope I have in humans now.

- Vanshika