Saturday 7 November 2020

Obsessive-compulsive Disorder (OCD)

Sometimes, I think that it's better to die from cancer than to live with OCD because at least, in the case of cancer, you would be certain that death would end your sufferings. But OCD, unlike cancer, is a leech, which keeps sucking life out of you every day. It makes you its slave. You unwillingly follow its orders every day. It compels you to analyse your thoughts, to seek assurances, to keep checking everything for a particular number of times, and to become a clean freak. It makes you get scared of your own mind, and whole day, it keeps asking you to worry about almost everything. The mind of an OCD patient has its own world, which is full of worries, anxiety, self-doubts, and scary thoughts. 

People try to make OCD sound normal by saying that it's very common, but they should also know that it's very painful, too. OCD sucks, and living with it requires courage. To the people who don't know anything about it but easily say things like it's nothing, these are just your thoughts, distract yourself, keep yourself busy, and you can control your thoughts, I would say, "If you really want to help someone suffering with OCD, you should read about it and do some research. And, if you can't do so, just lend an ear to that person, and let him know that you are there for him. But always avoid saying anything when you know nothing."

—Amrit Versha

Tuesday 3 November 2020

Toxic Love

Screen of my phone flashes, and there, I see your name. All the vibrant dreams of my ambitious mind appear so dull now. My world of thoughts has got confined to you. The vivid visions of future that my wishful eyes used to see have vanished now. There stands in front of me a path so blur. My tranquil heart with a bliss so rare now pounds restlessly. How can a single message from you be so powerful? The turmoil in my heart has left me perplexed. What your name does to my soul is purely toxic. 
So, is it really love? 
An emotion that chases away my peace.
An emotion that brings the worst out of me.
An emotion that drives me insane.
Amrit Versha

Monday 2 November 2020

Forever is a beautiful lie that we blindly believe in. Our hearts are so delicate and vulnerable that we try to keep them safe under the armour of 'always'. But, one day, reality enters and turns this pretty lie into an ugly truth, and then, with our broken hearts, we realise that even forevers are temporary.

—Amrit Versha

Holy Disaster

In a flaming outburst of fury, I picked up a beautiful flower vase from my table, and crashed it to the floor. My burning eyes savoured the thrill of the spectacle. When I saw a flawless work of art crack into a thousand fragments, my broken soul rejoiced. Through the anarchy of those perfect ruins echoed the disorder of my heart. How peculiar it was to find peace in loss and relief in damage! The storm of my rage ended as a flood of tears, and this overflow of grief swept away my distress.

Amrit Versha

When They Judge Me

Whenever I open up to someone, I become vulnerable. I don't keep secrets. I wear my heart on my sleeve. But it saddens me every time whe...