poetry rant


“By convention hot, by convention cold, by convention colour, but in reality atoms and void”

Conversations are tricky. It takes courage and tremendous conviction to initiate something without knowing how a person would respond. Our culture teaches us to be brave, to get up and join a group of people and be a part of the conversation; to be the tiny atom that makes this ever evolving universe. In other words, they say you’re only alive when you’re connected.

I hold on to the atoms within me and hope to see the world within my hands. Contrary to popular belief, world cannot be experienced in a particular way. I think it takes more than few words and couple of meetings to know someone. For some, it takes a lifetime. For some, lifetime is just one day. Sometimes, a day feels like a lifetime.

How do we connect? Will sharing what I’m feeling make anyone reading this my friend? Are connections that easy to build? How are people, people like you and me, are to survive this? How do we connect when we cannot even talk or lack the strength altogether?

Sketch credit: Bharath

By Kajal

Hello there, Kajal here! I started blogging in September, 2018. It was purely random as I needed a space to pour my heart and thoughts out. This place is like my safe heaven where I let my fingers and feelings run free to curate poems and to rant about things that are bothering my thoughts. My journey here has been bittersweet and wonderful at the same time. But because of all the love I receive here, I keep coming back to read and to write.You all have been great support and advicers to me and I'm really grateful. Your feedback, emails and comments keep the mermaid inside me going :)

34 replies on “Connections”

Reminds me if a friend’s tee shirt: “Don’t believe atoms. They make up everything.” 😅
But to be friends requires being open and honest about one’s failings as well as successes. Online friendship IS difficult, but I have found some who I would invite into my home without question … other than maybe, “What took you so long to get here?” 🙂

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Looks like I need to get this T-shirt! And being friends with someone is constant work of love and affection while giving other person constant space. I have managed to get few of such friends too and others are just people who just want to stay updated on my life.

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I think it’s the vibe because of which we like a person or not. You may like a person completely opposite to your nature just because you like his or her vibe. Connections last long until your and their vibe match. The moment we don’t feel the same vibe, connections start to fall apart.

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I can relate to this post so much. There’s always that second before attempting to start up a conversation with someone where you hesitate and think ‘should I really?’ and that probably just ruins things before it can even begin. But hey, this is a start 🙂

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Every connection is a holy encounter. And as long as we see it as holy good things will follow. And even if you never come to my house for tea I will always know that someone out there has a piece of my heart because we are connected in a holy embrace over the internet.
It’s alive, this thing. And I cannot comprehend why spammers and greedy “things” exist. Yeah, they’re lonely but they could enter into holy relationships but only if they bring holy intentions.
I like connecting with you. Be well. I wish you miracles.

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Connections. For me this is reading or hearing someone talking about an experience in identify with. Perhaps I’ve been through something similar. Perhaps I know the experience is in my future. Interesting post Mermaid! Thanks for provoking my thoughts.

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