I went to the beach everyday

On the messy sand I lay

I liked the breeze, I liked the blue

The sea invited me to drench me in its hue.

I played, with the water I swayed

But I stayed away.

I went to the beach everyday.

A year — two, three, almost ten

I didn’t still enter in and exclaimed ten! when the sea exasperatingly asked when

I went to the mountains too

But to the sea, I never paid my due.

Years went by in whole

And the sun, growing hotter now, had parched my soul

It had…

This might seem a little worn, a little out

Maybe even resemble a headache —

Because all I’ve had is sleep but all I haven’t had is sleep as well

When your mind’s a little too foggy and eyes damp and head has missing whereabouts

And your heart’s trembling and the whole being a little dazed

All you feel like doing is writing

Not as covertly as before; disguise is washing away as well

But all you feel like doing is writing

Maybe the flow of words from the tips of my fingers

Will help unwind the contortions of emotions…

I am floating

Like a specter

Around your luminous being

A minute within

An eternity without

My heavy heart travels seamlessly

The sixty seconds leave imprints that last centuries

Yet we touch only subconsciously.

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The below is a rant — I’ll try to be scientific and accurate because I am unimaginably critical of myself for being wrong but I’m protecting myself from criticism by accepting first hand above that this is a rant and not an essay or an answer sheet that you have the obligation to grade and please don’t feel that you have the right to do that. Instead if you choose to read my writing below — I, the writer, am putting the obligation on you to keep any negative criticism to yourself. Just the way I think as humans…

What’s currently happening isn’t really a paradox.

We are in the midst of a global pandemic, struggling with public health and harsh economic shutdowns — and stock markets are rising. What’s happening? Aren’t stock markets supposed to be barometers of economies?

Stock markets are interactions between buyers and sellers — so if they rise, we need to understand why are more people buying than selling and vice-a-versa if stock markets are falling. As markets have become globalised and financial instruments have become more complicated, there can be myriad of reasons to understand this behaviour. …

In the midst of this global pandemic, we regularly see ourselves battling with questions of how unsustainable our “normal” has been — whether we can improve upon the guiding principles of our public policies that are largely derived from the field of Economics. Economics is not merely the management of resources — it’s a framework of civilisation. Our normal is currently defined by the base metric of economic interaction — utility. But we know there’s more, there is happiness.

The country of Bhutan releases a Gross National Happiness Index (GNH) every year instead of the Gross Domestic Product (GDP) statistics…

What happens when a void dissolves?

When nothingness dissipates?

When a lacuna empties?

Do bigger infinities imply deeper abysses?

…

There was an emptiness before,

There is an emptiness now.

I am not the same -

I am hollower now,

But I am also more wholesome.

Am I more of myself?

Or am I someone new?

Have I shattered to smithereens?

Or altered in parts?

I am resurrected.

Stars twinkling in the depth of the night,

I lay on the the damp grass, marveling at the sight.

Enraptured by the starry sky, I soiled my nervous being

Trying to capture the luminosity of what I was seeing.

…

Are the stars twinkling?

Or is the blackness quivering?

…

If stars were to twinkle synchronously with the blinking of our eyes

Would then only the pervasive darkness be left for us to agonise?

And imagine the madness that a ‘defected’ eye would cause

Stars in the dark sky! — that’s preposterous to our perfect laws!

…

Are the stars…