As a teenager, as a human being, I have gone through cycles of emotional patches that stick out roughly whenever I look back at my life. And as a writer, as a poet, I cannot help but coin these moments into poems that speak about what it’s like to live. I grew up in a quintessential household where I had space to run and grow, but I still found myself stuck in the congested element of my own mind. When I dealt with mental issues (and as I still do), I wrote them down into wistful prose, which slowly turned into poetry. My poems are not just about mental health, but how it’s like to feel every fiber in your brain tell you something that you don’t want to hear. It’s about that sad journey to the building of the fence around your drowning mind that no one talks about. It’s about crying and smiling. It about realizing that it’s human to shake and that it’s okay to want to disappear just as long as you can hold on to something solid – something poetic.
About the Author: Paakhi Bhatnagar is a student from India and an avid reader of historical fiction. She is a passionate feminist and blogs about current politics and feminist issues. She also possess the uncanny ability of turning everything into a debate.