In the age of
Idiocracy and oblivion

Choose
What you believe in
Choose
Who you believe in

Make them see
Make them listen
Make them realize

You are a piece of life
As well
On par with them

It was a late midnight
and the radium stars on the ceiling wall were shining bright.
The wheather was pleasant,
the aura was warm.
I was sleeping with Noddy, in my arms.
Then A sudden heaviness in my head
broke my sleep
The pain was growing so steep
That I couldn't get up.
I tried to drub
but Some thing was pulling me in my bed.
I could feel something leak
out of my nose.
It was blood , spurting out
flinging the coze.
Severe nosebleeds,
was a common symptom
of my disease.
But this one was differing,
My nose was blistering.
I knew it cause I've had many before
But this time my throat became sore
And soon i lost all control over my nose,
All I could do was doze.
My mind, I tried to divert,
So I looked for Noddy,
his cap was as red as his shirt.
Then I tried to call for aid
But by now not just my head
also my arms and legs
heftly weighed.
The pain was only growing more,
worse, than ever before.
It was as if the red water was flooding,
Unstoppably my nose was bleeding
Then with a sudden strangeness,
something leashed my lungs
Now I was breathless.
I don't wanna a die, I wanna play with my dolls,
I spoke to the dream catcher ,
That hung on the wall.
I was ailing and weak
my vission was turning bleak.
Soon i was left with none.
All I feared, was oblivion.

I keep writing about you
day in and day out
I can’t help it
the words possess me
then keep me up at night
I’m jolted out of bed
just to breathe life
into these blank pages
now tainted with your name
verses about the way
you made me feel
stories about the love
that never existed

But what is it all for?
I look up and only your
o b l i v i o n
stares back at me

To you dear Oblivion,
How you teach us to move on
From warmth and attachments —
All dearest sentiments
Where our world once revolved around,
Sweet mem'ries in which we were bound !
To wane such longings we had fears,
But now you leave them dry of tears !

— Tanushree Chakraborty

Circling around an endless Oblivion
My mind says to get out of it, yet my heart says otherwise.

Shall I listen to my heart or my mind
I know I can’t choose both…

What should I do, What if my mind take the control?
I need my heart too, I want my sanity back

It’s too soon to let go of it
I want out from this Oblivion

I want to be real again
What should I do, Show me what to do…

Someone, lead the way out of it.
I might hit the ground when it starts raining for real

it’s okay if I can be me again…