Poem | brewings

Rikav Chauhan
Jul 25, 2017 · 1 min read

Oh the brewings of your mind,

Nonsense like no other kind

Cut it away, it won’t matter anyways

Cut it all away, and dive straight into your pain

And linger there

Linger all day and night

Peel the skin of your identity away

And relish your pain

Soon enough, a realization.

You are silent. There are no pro con lists.

No right answers anyways.

And certainly no wrong answers.

Just nothing. And the lovers are reflections only of your mind.

And so are the lists and decisions and everything else.

You are no one and nothing. But everything you do, say, touch, is divine.

Dive into your pain. Peel your skin. You’ll find only divinity in your emptiness.

And from there a silent joy will rise.

And the lovers will come.

And the, abundance. It will be overwhelming.

Rikav Chauhan

Bad poetry and self deprecating humor

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