Out of Tear

By Anjali Tirkey

Every time my intellectuality says something to me, and removing its complexity to make this world understand it, is hard.

My mind wants to play with the beautifully jumbled words & what it does! "It mumbles the wrong things out". Because it knows, I am into the wrong world.

It my talkative, soft piece of flesh can't have a dip under a buttery pond, Then, why? Why this stupid thing slips into the manipulative marsh to prove it more "thorny & harsh"?

I am sure, I'm into the wrong world where my "Heart & Brain" suffering their own battle. Where, one is dying to beat on a "rhythm of love" and other wants to dance on a "song of success". But what's their battle is? Whom they are fighting for? Well! That the whole irony. They are fighting without knowing that, that’s not their battle.

Collaboration is difficult now. And I'm sinking. Sinking deep into the ocean of anonymity, without letting this world know.

That, I'm not born to dive in. But maybe, I'm born to fly high to kiss the sun one day.

July, 25 2022

By Anjali Tirkey