Musings & Thoughts — Sandhya Anand

2015_28 - Jeremy Szuder
2015_28 – Jeremy Szuder

Musings Of A Mental Asylum

I stand tall but not proud
Since people look at me with awe
Those who cross my gates
Considered insane

Silence has no say here
Only the dead can stay
Long in silence
But tell me
Who might need the dead more
Than the newly built coffins?

I am not a coffin, but a cocoon
from which new butterflies
Find strength to fly out.
I long for their groans, growls
Cries and talks
Full of life and thoughts

Many here live, but considered dead
Even by their kith and kin
I never care for they are mine
My walls ever longing for their voices
Even the soft creepy whispers
Can bounce on my walls
To ease their solitary fears

A heartbroken teenager
with love more
Precious than life
Whose act of bravery
Brought him to me
Romeo can give up
His life to applause
Only on a man-built stage
Not the ones set by God

An employee who finds it
Monotonous to follow Routine
Who despised patterns
Of no meaning
Perhaps it might have been better
Had the sane men
Stayed the same in life
Without changes
Just like those patterns.

An old man in grey hairs
Just gave up on by his heirs
With shattered memories
Try to build the jigsaw of the past
Beautiful moments when
His heirs were young
Only to pain him again
That they were his kids once.

Even little cute kids
Come nowadays
Who refused to wear glasses
And constantly stare at
iPad lessons
They asked what, why, when
And paused for an answer
While in a rat race
Curiosity never took them to Mars
But for an occasional visit to me

There once was a man
Who liked to see and talk to men
But none had time nor ears
He claimed he saw God
And heard Him talk
Once within my comfort zone
He could talk to real men
And slowly God left him

Tell me one moment
Of civil war that broke out
From an asylum ever.
Real wars start
(In)sane world out my walls

Empathy, sympathy, compassion and care
Takes humanity out on a tour
Men who progressed
Owned them in the past
Now
Reduced to caretakers alone
It is still better for me to be an asylum
For
Far more insane are those who stay out

Thoughts

Thoughts like soldiers marching
Over my neurons
Thoughts of fear, worry and what not else
Dancing inside my head
Telling me to die off
I try to laugh away and smile on
To live, if not for me
For those bugging thoughts
Need a head to be alive
If I just give up,
They'd be wandering
Down the streets
To find a new abode, like soldiers marching
Over my neurons
Thoughts of fear, worry and what not else
Dancing inside my head
Telling me to die off
I try to laugh away and smile on
To live, if not for me
For those bugging thoughts
Need a head to be alive
If I just give up,
They'd be wandering
Down the streets
To find a new abode.

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One thought on “Musings & Thoughts — Sandhya Anand

  1. Thanks, Sandhya, for sharing these poems with us! Although they are somewhat disturbing, I like the questions asked, and that you bring these questions to the attention of the readers. I do believe that there is, indeed, a shared collective…and thoughts that escape any of us may be transmitted or picked up by another. With all of the chaos in the world today, it does sometimes seem as if the only sane people are those who have been hidden away, in a building of order and routines…interesting that it’s called an “asylum”, isn’t it? 🙂

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