The Bengali Chic

I like a slow life.  A life which feels like floating in the lake on a summer noon. A life which drifts like a stream through the rough terrain. I like a calm life. Calm like the sea before a storm, Calm like the lilac sky on a spring evening. I fancy a mellow life. Mellow like the sound of rain on a midsummer night. Soothing like the sound of wind brushing though the leaves of tree in the park, while I lay on the grass reading my book.  I live a mellifluous life. A smooth gently swaying kind. A life which stops to admire the crowd. A life that sips tea sitting in the most beautiful cafe. A life which feels about enough on the most tiring days, Yet too fulfilling on the good days. A life curated by me.  Pritha Krishna

Hither goes my mind in full disparity of the reality, I assume it's not my thoughts of humanity, which keeps me distracted of this being. Hither goes my mind of the thought of life,  how frail does it look from my eyes with a crowd surrounding me? I feel no pleasure of this moment, I feel no pain of this misery, All I feel is nothingness of my presence in this universe, where you & I coexist. Must I bear with me this heavy weight of being nothing, Must I endure the void of my absolute uselessness, Till the meaning finds its way to me. Pritha Krishna