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Life Is an Ambigram

Lately, I feel like I’ve lost all my creativity to write. It has been weeks since I last wrote about anything in particular. Most of the days I feel like I am trapped in an endless loop of existence. Half of my day is spent in college and the other half in exhaustion. And somehow, I am still trying to crawl through the horrible tunnel that I thought I had finally escaped—exams. But in the midst of all the chaos that’s happening in my life, I found another reason that made my curious little mind happy again. Ambigrams. Since my Instagram algorithm had been feeding me things that only aggravated my worries, I decided to escape to Youtube for a while. I had subscribed to several interesting channels that feed my curiosity. Be it about general knowledge, random facts, historical events, psychological concepts, horror stories, and even my favourite topic; penguins. So while scrolling through videos, I came across a video by ‘Vsauce’ (btw, it’s a crazy channel you must definitely check it ou...
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The Creation of Self


I dig my fingers in my own flesh.

Trying to dismantle and repair the creation I call myself.

I have done so many things that even sanity has left its path from my door. I craved meaning, passion and every obsession with the things that satisfied my soul. I dug deeper and deeper until I feared that I had shaken hands with death. The mere obsession of knowing everything has led me to this lone path.

 I have found meaning, devoured it with passion and kept it safe in my soul so that no man would ever reach the devil like I had.

He saw me.

It feels good when someone has the ability to see you, recognise the true you. It takes a lot of trust. He has shown me that I have the power to accomplish everything, with grace. I sat next to him and poured out my intelligence. I saw beauty in things I found meaningful — the literature, the art, the scared act of consuming knowledge. Knowing the mere presence of human exsistence. I had been away from humanity for so long that I no longer remember who I am.

There is no joy in being sane.

I craved excitement, the rush of adrenaline running in my blood. And to create the magic, I had to recall my true self to endure me. With passion, with suffering, with pain. 

Human suffering brings an infinite degree of pain. One should sit on an edge to face it with a smile. Humans have a tendency to escape from the things which do not demand their control. They are utterely disgusted by the idea of others having a word on behalf of their own self. Yet, they try to seek a sense that demands dominance. They long for authority, power, supremacy. And when the time comes, they fully devour their position. In the process of consuming the power they forget their own self.

Leaving behind the traces of their innocence which will never be seen again.

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