By Ria Bhargava
The poem is a confrontational conversation a schizophrenic has with her/his therapist while trying to understand her/his reality. -Ria
What is this life, if full of care,
if glances and words also ensnare.
Is all that that’s rosy within my head,
The things I say, are those that you dread?
Is everything beguiling only to my temporal lobe,
For more I express, the more you probe?
Is this about the memory of that mellow sight,
Or the days that I sat in the stupor upright?
Is this a tale about my speech incoherence,
Or another fabrication of your incessant abhorrence?
Is this the time to unearth another layer,
Cause there’s no time to stand and stare.
___________________________________________________________________ About The Author RIA: Happy go lucky || Feminist || Optimist || Social butterfly || FOODIE || 90% caffeine, 10% water || Loquacious She is from the batch of MBA 2019–21 and is currently the Senior Cell Coordinator of MRC.