Redhya

i see my life confined to smoke rings, attempting to make a perfect one, dense and round, a bad trip consumes me one by one i start losing every sense of mine it begins since i can’t feel the roach between my fingers as though I were born with a cigarette between the index and middle dwelling inside my head, all of a sudden, voices from my past come alive sitting by myself in a room, i scream - stop screaming! i hear a voice, “these cracked walls have nothing to say.” my burnt lips taste like bitterness spread over frustration and restlessness. the room reeks of heaven and hell it smells like dead bodies burning and angels gyrating looking through white clouds, i see everything fading away the trip seizes my soul and drops me in a scary place where i find myself surrounded by the ghosts of my dead dreams *** buy my books on amazon -  redhya

Amidst the outbreak of the novel Coronavirus in various parts of the world, Manish and I were sitting at our desks. He was making a few test cases for a module of a hybrid website. Intermittently, chatting with his colleagues on Skype, he dropped a message in a company’s group and rested his head on the desk. His message read , “COVID-19 has spread across the nations. India is in the first phase of its transmission. Working at office, we’re safe. We need to sanitize our hands frequently and keep at least 1-metre distance from people who are…” I knew why he forwarded that message. I looked at him sleeping and smiled at his wittiness. Almost, every person in the office had seen that message, but no one dared to send something before HR. Out of nowhere, a notification popped up on my screen – “Abhay has sent a message”. I was shocked when I saw the message. I imagined HR gnashing her ultra-white teeth while looking at the message. It was a link that was directed to a pornography ...

There are lots of things I want to say right now. I’m afraid if you pay attention to my words, I may enter your mind, arrange some wires, and turn you exactly into me. I may seem confused most of the time because I don’t know how to show you “Perhaps” and “What-Ifs” fighting with each other inside my brain. I’m perhaps the epitome of Perhaps. Perhaps, I’m able to see numerous outcomes of events that are happening around me. Perhaps, because I’ve been wiping my arse with my left hand for so long, now I always remain sceptical about bidet showers in western toilets. Thus, eventually, I have to use the traditional way of cleansing. Perhaps, I’ve been living low-key for so long that now I can’t recall where I’ve kept my self-worth. With each new story I write, I’m losing faith in myself. However, I’m glad I’m writing something. Perhaps, my words won't last long on your cracked phone screen, and before you read the last word of my overflowing musing, you will have already gone. Just li...

“Let your tired eyelids rest. And now take a few deep breaths.” He says on a phone call. On the other side, miniscule hair on her petite neck gets erected as she imagines his cold, electrified breaths hitting her neck and ear as if he lay just beside her, watching her silences . He so wants to calm down her agitated mind, but his voice, on the other hand, makes her young heart flutter. Vivid butterflies escape her stomach and fly around her head, forming an aureole. “Relax.” He stretches the word and repeats it often intermittently, sensing her restlessness. “Hold my hand - we are safe here.” His voice has become rather steady, and it echoes in her ear as if coming from the bottom of a deep well. He asks her to loosen her body and let her mind wander in the world his words are about to design. Her body paralyzes more and more with every passing moment, and vacuum spreads inside her agitated mind. With just a seed, he creates the layers of imagination inside her head. He wishes to take ...

P A T T E R N S If you think a human mind follows total randomness and difficult to understand, then you’re wrong. The inability to find a pattern in one’s life makes you believe that. A pattern is nothing but a repetitive action on a repetitive perception or a repetitive state of mind. A D D I C T I O N a n d P A T T E R N S Just like any other action, smoking a cigarette is also an action. A smoker’s mind craves for a #cigarette on the occurrence of various patterns that has been stored inside his brain in the form of memory. For instance, let’s suppose that a person has a habit of smoking a #cigarette after taking heavy dinner. Every time, after taking his dinner, when he smokes a cigarette, his mind stores the action of smoking along with the perception and state of mind at that particular time. His mind, with the help of organs, takes data from the surrounding and associate with his mental state. Therefore, if the same pattern, which he smokes in, occur irrespective of t...

Living off packaged drinking water and delivered food at our doorstep, we try to keep up with our fast-paced life, for we’ve been taught to keep on running while keeping up appearances in front of our loved ones on phone calls since we don’t want to disseminate our worries through these overloaded mobile signals. At this moment, standing on the roof of a building, I see many intense emotions being perfectly carried by waves to a place where they turn into tears and fall onto scrawled unsent letters. We’ve installed various food-delivery mobile applications and tasted exotic dishes, but the taste, which we’re seeking, isn’t listed on a single menu. Certainly, #Uber can take us to our destinations, but I wish we could take a ride to a place where we can calm our restless mind. Although I’m learning to be contented with my broken pieces, I feel as a piece of me was stolen while I was in the metro taking me to the place that I didn’t intend to go. Oftentimes, I came across exhausted f...