Poem:- JOY written on 29th February 2020
A poem which describes my life is here....
JOY
What is joy?
An expression of the soul?
A state of the heart?
A sense of physical and mental relief?
A feeling of contentment?
Or just concentrated hormones?
This 'thing' has me baffled,
Is it a sense of achievement or a sense of appreciation?
Is it all of these, one of these or none of these?
Is it an ailment or a cure?
Have I ever shown any symptoms of this 'state'?
I must have, I might have. Have I?
But if I have, then why can't I recall it?
Was I too depressed to see the beauty of life?
Or was I too naive to understand it's complexity?
Am I still that naive and depressed?
I think I'll find joy when people get me,
Get me the way I want them to.
That day they'll see the world through my eyes,
And they shall see who I am for real.
I'm not "the perfect girl",
Even I have scars,
Hidden deep below a smile.
People say, "I'm versatile."
But the truth is that I'm not.
This truth used to pierce my heart like a bullet,
And no one was there to heal it for me.
I'm not pretending anymore,
Pretending to be anyone else,
Now I am the 'me', I want to be.
I now feel free, like the curse has been lifted,
Like the weight of the world is now not there on my shoulders anymore.
I don't have to keep up with the act.
I can finally dodge these bullets!
In the past two years,
I have been struggling,
Struggling to see who the person is,
Behind this fancy mask and now I do at last.
In these two years,
I have found myself lost in the mist,
to have found myself walking on a path, under the bright sun, clear sky and listening to the chirping birds.
And this time I intended to walk on this path.
An expression of the soul?
A state of the heart?
A sense of physical and mental relief?
A feeling of contentment?
Or just concentrated hormones?
This 'thing' has me baffled,
Is it a sense of achievement or a sense of appreciation?
Is it all of these, one of these or none of these?
Is it an ailment or a cure?
Have I ever shown any symptoms of this 'state'?
I must have, I might have. Have I?
But if I have, then why can't I recall it?
Was I too depressed to see the beauty of life?
Or was I too naive to understand it's complexity?
Am I still that naive and depressed?
I think I'll find joy when people get me,
Get me the way I want them to.
That day they'll see the world through my eyes,
And they shall see who I am for real.
I'm not "the perfect girl",
Even I have scars,
Hidden deep below a smile.
People say, "I'm versatile."
But the truth is that I'm not.
This truth used to pierce my heart like a bullet,
And no one was there to heal it for me.
I'm not pretending anymore,
Pretending to be anyone else,
Now I am the 'me', I want to be.
I now feel free, like the curse has been lifted,
Like the weight of the world is now not there on my shoulders anymore.
I don't have to keep up with the act.
I can finally dodge these bullets!
In the past two years,
I have been struggling,
Struggling to see who the person is,
Behind this fancy mask and now I do at last.
In these two years,
I have found myself lost in the mist,
to have found myself walking on a path, under the bright sun, clear sky and listening to the chirping birds.
And this time I intended to walk on this path.
Also now, I finally have all the answers.
For me joy is,
Enjoying the beauty of life with my eyes, not anyone else's.
Living life the way I want to, making rules for myself,
Doing things I want to and doing them the way I want to,
And sometimes just letting things go with the flow.
And it has done wonders for me!
I now see the beauty of life,
Like I always wanted to in the first place.
~ Ashmita Acharyya
For me joy is,
Enjoying the beauty of life with my eyes, not anyone else's.
Living life the way I want to, making rules for myself,
Doing things I want to and doing them the way I want to,
And sometimes just letting things go with the flow.
And it has done wonders for me!
I now see the beauty of life,
Like I always wanted to in the first place.
~ Ashmita Acharyya
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