Uncomfortably Numb

The banjo of life keeps bajjing… Life main changes are here but the bullshit bakwas apni jaga… Sitting here at the dentist one does ponder upon one’s choices… The fitay munh people you have encountered along the way and why you have to still endure their bakwasment. Why you ask you ask yourself, why was I meant to deal with this… why of all the falooda people I was stuck with this kachi lassi...  Speaking of dealing with things—when I was in Brampton, noticed many quirks of the people there. Like there are more desis there than Jhalandar. You see the person sitting next to you on the bus and wonder, “Iskay ghar fautgi hoyee hay?” There’s a stark difference in people’s faces in Brampton and this city… Over there you always saw faces that were tired and bewildered, I guess some bewis had to do with some of that, but I saw women like that as well. It’s the running, I tell myself. Running towards something or another but always wanting more, never being content with what you have. You ...

Emptiness—that's what I feel,  Emptiness all around me. Eyes blind, nothing left to see, I thought I was meant to be free. Prisons of the mind now travel, Across the sands and distant seas.  Hidden darkness from within, Clouds the sun in all its glory. Welcome back to misery, Your default way to be. Relish the aching heart, Savour the agony’s reverie.

So here we are Never thought we'd travel so far Leaving behind fears and scars Nothing looks far even stars Lessons learned along the way  Should be here to stay These wayward pines of grey Left behind mounds of clay Can see the horizon afar Keep moving with the stars  With new hope just realise New beginnings let's arise A glimmer of shine A semblance of peace  A beckoning of laughter  On the other side