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The Chaos under my Calm: Poems by Anjali

The Chaos under my Calm: Poems by Anjali

著者: Anjali Singh
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Have you ever let your mind censor your feelings which led the suppression weigh you out? Have you ever thought the pseudo crescent on your face is braver than facing the storm you’ve bred inside? Have you ever let the fire of your emotions engulf your soul leaving you hollow and gasping for breath but did not let the fire out lest it should burn the entire world down? This podcast is about delving deep into an emotion, to experience it, to let it burn you down but then also set you free of it. It is to tell you that it's human to experience and express. This podcast is about all the storms you held while chaos unfolded underneath your calm face. Credits: - Cover Art: Paritosh Shukla - Description co-written by Esha Chatterjee and Anjali Singh - Audio Editing: Esha Chatterjee Email-id: aurorabyanjali@gmail.comAnjali Singh 社会科学
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  • Setting Free
    2022/10/13

    Some days weigh heavy on your heart; they shove their judgements and cripple angst amidst the calm you've been breeding. This poem is about one of those days.

    Transcript:

    My vision seems blurred today

    I think it’s filled with rage

    My eyes are an ocean

    I think it’s the tears

    My cheeks feel warm

    I think it’s the embarrassment

    I sit in a corner and cry

    Beg you to stop

    Tell you I am trying

    But are you listening?

    You told me I stink of betrayal

    You told me that I was a zero

    And you kept repeating

    Repeating till each spectrum of my confidence exploded

    You forgot all the moments I have spent crying

    All the moments I kept trying

    You told me results won’t matter

    Not if I worked hard enough

    Not if I showed passion

    And I did, I tried, I persevered

    But you have been sly

    You have been smart

    And you have been a liar.

    Each morning I look at you

    And I see you look back at me

    I see the disappointment in your eyes

    Your screams at my failures haunt me each night

    Your impatience towards me increases with time

    And your hatred towards me gets unbearable with each passing moment.

    And I try very hard to set you free

    Free from miseries, free from the pain, free from me

    But is it ever possible to set one free from oneself?

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  • I'll wait for you
    2022/01/04

    This poem is for all those who've been waiting for something or someone with glistening stars in their eyes and boundless hope in their hearts.


    Transcript:

    When the gloomy winter evening takes over

    When your arrival is just an insane idea

    When hopes have left each heart they lodged in

    I’ll wait for you

    I’ll try to look beyond the mist

    I’ll keep the curtains apart all day

    I’ll not let myself fall prey to the pessimism around me

    For I know your shine is inevitable

    Sometimes, you delay but you never deny

    And that is why I’ll wait for you

    Even when I am stuck in a desert of disapprovals

    When your presence is compared to a mirage

    I won’t let go of my hopes

    I’ll run to each mirage

    For I know even if I don’t find you a 100 times

    You’ll be there somewhere

    Finding me in other places

    And if this is destiny’s test, I know we’ll succeed

    For even if you take a lifetime,

    I’ll wait for you.

    I’ll wait for you like a child lost in the midst of the city

    I’ll cry my heart out

    But I won’t bury my belief

    I won’t let the city lights blind me

    Or the incessant noises mislead me

    I’ll look around in each direction

    For I know you’ll be arriving from one

    And I will, always, wait for yo

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  • Hollow
    2021/12/04

    "Hollow" attempts to address the indescribable void that seeps in at odd moments in life. It will accompany the perplexity and will empathise with the obscurity of the situation that the hollow of life puts one in.

    Transcript:

    There’s a hollow in my life

    And I am not sure what it is

    There’s a hollow in my life

    And I’ve heard you whisper about it

    There are moments in my life

    When I feel I can tell exactly what it is

    Maybe that missing dream,

    that missing moment,

    that missing person,

    Or maybe my thoughts are not my own

    It’s a string entangled on my finger

    The same string your whispers unleashed

    Or is it a dream I saw last night

    Which gifted glimpses of utopia

    And made me feel incompetent to ever attain it

    Or is it my time on the social media

    Which weaves fairy tales and masters perfection

    And makes me question every flaw I have ever had

    Or is it you?

    The reflection I see each morning,

    Smiling back at me with hushed tones

    Hiding layers beneath to save me from the storm,

    And whispering tales to perplex life’s austerity.

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