"My head can be pretty messed up!
u know how i go from thought to thought in a matter of a few seconds..?"
-Abeer Saha
True to his word, the brilliant boy did not finish his thought.
Though he did leave quite a turbulent storm in my mind.
Jumping from thought to thought, i thought about how messed up his mind really might be. Then I thought how messed up my head might be and in the long run how messed up every ones head is.
What am I doing?
I am multi tasking.
Its what the "youth" is brilliant at.
I'm talking to said brilliant boy, discussing passwords.
"take these broken wings and learnt to fly again"
Random song playing on the radio.
What am I doing?
Didn't it start with messed up heads? Thoughts. they flicker and fade in and out of oblivion.
A completed thought.
what a treat.
What AM I doing here?
More importantly, Why am I still here?
I ask and ask.
I am answered by a volley of shouts in my messed up head.
I am surrounded by an answering silence.
Sunday 12 October 2008
Anonymous No More.
I love to write. I don't know if it's any good but I love it.
I write Anonymously though. Never needed the credit. Never thought I was good enough.
Who the hell defines "good enough".
I write.
That is "good enough"
Anonymous no more.
Name: Rhea.
It means the art of reaching perfection. But then there is nothing perfect about me.
Im real. Im flawed. Im alive.
Age:17
Im just graduation school. The plan? college. English at Stephens, DU.
Like I said, I love to write. I love to read. I love literature.
Sex: Female.
Though I assumed that bit was obvious.
Country/Nationality: India/Indian
Born and brought up. Indian from the heart to the outside. No, I don't walk around in a sari or tout my religion. Im proud of my country, my heritage and my roots. I am Indian.
Objective: Read and to be Read.
"let me light up the sky, Light it up for you."
Summary: Rhea, 17 year old female from India. Loves reading and writing. Real, Flawed and Alive.
Anonymous no more.
I write Anonymously though. Never needed the credit. Never thought I was good enough.
Who the hell defines "good enough".
I write.
That is "good enough"
Anonymous no more.
Name: Rhea.
It means the art of reaching perfection. But then there is nothing perfect about me.
Im real. Im flawed. Im alive.
Age:17
Im just graduation school. The plan? college. English at Stephens, DU.
Like I said, I love to write. I love to read. I love literature.
Sex: Female.
Though I assumed that bit was obvious.
Country/Nationality: India/Indian
Born and brought up. Indian from the heart to the outside. No, I don't walk around in a sari or tout my religion. Im proud of my country, my heritage and my roots. I am Indian.
Objective: Read and to be Read.
"let me light up the sky, Light it up for you."
Summary: Rhea, 17 year old female from India. Loves reading and writing. Real, Flawed and Alive.
Anonymous no more.
Monday 6 October 2008
Alone/Someone
I'm alone.
all alone in this world.
Alone to deal with my pain.
Alone to deal with my situation.
all alone.
Everyone thinks those words once maybe twice in a week, month or year. if they are lucky, in a lifetime. So how alone are you?
On one level, its just you against the world. you are facing it alone. No one will feel it like you do. No one is in the situation as you are in, the position you are.
On another level, look around. if you cant find a single person waiting to catch you. Problem. But the probability of that is pretty low. In that case you are driving people away and need some serious help.
No?
don't think your driving them away?
Cant see anyone?
Are you sure?
Look harder.
yeah.
Right there.
There's someone.
and another.
Oh LORD! Do I really see a third? It seems I do.
Most of the time, your not looking hard enough. Someone is ALWAYS there.Someone might not get how to deal with the situation. Someone might not know what to say or do. But that someone is still there, by your side or a little way behind.. Someone might just be waiting for you to need again. To confront the issue and say "Yeah, i can't deal with this, I need support." Someone is praying that you turn around and see that they will be there, all you have to do is pick up the phone and call, pick up a pen and write, switch on a computer and type. Anything. Sometimes, just talking about it helps. Sometimes just knowing that someones there is enough. Sometimes nothing is. That's when you sit down and count the stars that shine on you. Even if it is only one. Even if the only good thing is that there is a someone. When you see that Someone you will find that it is Someone who loves you and always will. Someone who may not know how to be there but will try if you just let them, show them, tell them how. Someone who's waiting for you to reach out. Someone ready to catch you.
You'll find that someone is me.
Authors Note: Its 2:00 AM at night. My thoughts are jumbled my feeling escalated and confused. This piece is raw and unedited. Its not my best. My point and purpose is simple, convey a message to someone. To that person, I say this, You know who you are. I miss you.
all alone in this world.
Alone to deal with my pain.
Alone to deal with my situation.
all alone.
Everyone thinks those words once maybe twice in a week, month or year. if they are lucky, in a lifetime. So how alone are you?
On one level, its just you against the world. you are facing it alone. No one will feel it like you do. No one is in the situation as you are in, the position you are.
On another level, look around. if you cant find a single person waiting to catch you. Problem. But the probability of that is pretty low. In that case you are driving people away and need some serious help.
No?
don't think your driving them away?
Cant see anyone?
Are you sure?
Look harder.
yeah.
Right there.
There's someone.
and another.
Oh LORD! Do I really see a third? It seems I do.
Most of the time, your not looking hard enough. Someone is ALWAYS there.Someone might not get how to deal with the situation. Someone might not know what to say or do. But that someone is still there, by your side or a little way behind.. Someone might just be waiting for you to need again. To confront the issue and say "Yeah, i can't deal with this, I need support." Someone is praying that you turn around and see that they will be there, all you have to do is pick up the phone and call, pick up a pen and write, switch on a computer and type. Anything. Sometimes, just talking about it helps. Sometimes just knowing that someones there is enough. Sometimes nothing is. That's when you sit down and count the stars that shine on you. Even if it is only one. Even if the only good thing is that there is a someone. When you see that Someone you will find that it is Someone who loves you and always will. Someone who may not know how to be there but will try if you just let them, show them, tell them how. Someone who's waiting for you to reach out. Someone ready to catch you.
You'll find that someone is me.
Authors Note: Its 2:00 AM at night. My thoughts are jumbled my feeling escalated and confused. This piece is raw and unedited. Its not my best. My point and purpose is simple, convey a message to someone. To that person, I say this, You know who you are. I miss you.
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