We tend to neglect the things in which we should feed ourselves, whether it be physical or mental starvation. Know that it’s okay to feel a universe of emotions inside you, it’s okay to feel numb, and it’s definitely okay to cry from time to time. Keep on keeping on please, I love you. 💕
Last summer, in humid heat of Delhi,
I left a poem on a park bench,
where the sunset rays
shone in permutations and combinations
that I didn’t pretend to understand.
I found the poem again this summer,
now stronger, more withered.
Not like a washed out cloth,
but like a threadbare towel
rung out, tired, but still
living, soaking in, breathing,
holding up. Together.
The sun only made it tougher.