POETRY : Anxiety by Sanjhee Gianchandani
Disinterestedness and detachment from all things known
a messy life and toxic relationships she has borne
No medicine has known the cure
Yoga and meditation might help they say
Counselling is still out of bounds
Even in this time and day
Tears roll down her cheeks for no plausible reason
Low days continue across the seasons
Dreads the lonely nights in her room
When she needs to give answers to herself
Woolf peeks from her bookshelf
their sorority lies in stream of consciousness
Not in the drowning; one hopes
Both lived very complicated lives
Both had suppressed feelings and thoughts archived
People fail to understand mental pain
for it cannot be seen, heard, or touched
And she efficiently hides it behind her smile
But her heart is heavy with all this weight
Every new person she alienates
Insecurities cloud up her mind
She despises unplanned meetings and uncertain finds
Perhaps this is why romantic liaisons miserably fail
She has a lot of baggage attached to her tail
Her emotional needs make her tenacious
And the darker sex abhors this kind of fuss
Grammar pedantry syndrome and OCD tag along
And in this she sees nothing awfully wrong
'Great poetic work arises from bouts of despair'
she had somewhere once read
But this seems more than just ‘divine discontent’
Something is eating away my heart
She remembered telling her mother
‘It’s just work stress, don’t bother!’
Gnawing self-doubts at day and
disorientation at night
Every day she picks up this inward fight
reads Eliot and Yeats for inspiration
for she knew that engaging would aid her
more than outright negation of feelings thus
She pens down her feelings as a last resort
After days of agony and sleepless nights
a fraction of the grey clouds drift
The leaves seem greener now
The world seems a bit better now
She writes, continuing her tryst.
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