Anupallavi Sinha
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Poetry
Stories (12/0)
Power Outage
There is no light. No electricity. Time is moving extremely slowly. No traffic lights, no cars, no people in sight. Yet, there must still be life, right? Wrong. This storm may have destroyed everything that I love. Everything that I have prayed for, that I have waited for, for an eternity and more. Lost. Reckless tornado. You have put out the flame that keeps my heart warm at night. No blanket of comfort can be thrown over me now. How am I ever to start my own fire? When you rain on even the tiniest of sparks that I manage to put forth? What good is shelter in your center if I do not feel safe? My mind is clouded. Your storm is persistent. I am shivering, I am exhausted. And now I have no choice but to kneel to the ground, as the trees bend in your fury. I surrender. But, I’ll have you know that there are no rainbows, no golden or pink skies that you can present to me, that may justify the loss you have caused me. You say it’s temporary, you say a new source of electricity will be installed soon, it’s just a power outage. But when will you realize that it is so much more than that?
By Anupallavi Sinha3 years ago in Poets
Soundwaves
I sat down to have a conversation with my shortcomings, but it is no easy task to try and converse with these entities that behave so much like soundwaves. Lately, they have made themselves comfortable occupying space in my vibratory world, propagating through many colloidal spheres of my existence, flowing through a string of particles that are each suspended in singular moments of time. This oscillating wave train causes disruptions in my otherwise single-frequency ethos. With (what I thought to be) no particular phonetic organization, it produces all types of sounds, and although I do hear them, I cannot understand them. Today, however, I attained a special sensitivity to these modulations; I perceived a new tonality in its discourse. I now realize that when too much focus is put on any single note, it is noise. But when perceived in unison, coupled with the positive potential that is created by each wave, it is music. And what more could I ask for than being in-tune with the symphonies and synchronicities of life. As I sing along to many more arrangements of both sound and silence, I hope to evolve to ultimately assume the cosmic vibration of Om, the healing sound of the universe.
By Anupallavi Sinha3 years ago in Poets
Aqua-cosmos
I looked up at the sky, and instead found myself gaping at the bottom of an ocean. Mesmerized by the spectacle above me, I bore witness to the most magnificent perspectives, from the undersides of grand coral polyp colonies, to the bellies of the most bizarre, prehistoric marine giants. I longed to glide alongside these nautical creatures, to become one with the entity that adorns most of the Earth’s surface.. to aeronautically drift so effortlessly that I would forget that I am submerged in water. I realized that my fate was entirely dependent on the integrity of this thin, crystalline sheet of glass hovering above me. Like a stubborn ego, it persists as the only barrier between myself and the colossal aqua-cosmos. And then it occurred to me: this infinite, oceanic haven was always present. With time, enduring through cycles of struggle and growth, I have been chipping away at this iceberg of insecurity -to the point at which it is now fully transparent, to the point that I can recognize that it is keeping me from further life-changing manifestations. Suddenly, I truly understand the depths of equanimity and vulnerability. I feel the water in my cells vibrating at the same frequency as the water in the floating ocean above me. Finally tuning into the sweet euphony of shattering glass, I welcome this nautical world of unwavering devotion and consciousness to fall down and swallow me whole.
By Anupallavi Sinha3 years ago in Poets
Tiny Wooden Boat
While I am normally fond of the limelight, I have instead chosen to befriend the shadow zone in a sea of pellucidity. Clinging onto my invisible veil, I venture out to discover what lies beneath. Like never before, I trust my tiny wooden boat to guide me on this journey of self-exploration, no matter the nature or versatility of storms and distractions along the way. And how could I not? With its steady, purposeful sails and stubborn buoyancy, it has consistently remained above the waterline when it truly should have been submerged. It has continued on, despite several, abrupt changes in the direction of prevailing winds. Although I have not yet reached my final destination, I have come upon some intricate jewels of realization, my favorite one being: it is forgiveness that propels all vessels forward.
By Anupallavi Sinha3 years ago in Poets