Lekhakdidi

🍂(ENGLISH) Permission to Solace 🍂

Dear Self,

I want to write about the melodies that ceased.
I want to talk about the noises which silenced you.
I want to paint the war you are at with the unknown.

Shall I write about the reasons which keep you in bed?
Shall I talk about the depth of your thoughts and the weary therein?
Shall I paint the chaos created within and around you?

Shall I not write about the battles you have won with glory?
Shall I not talk about the stories which run across the veins?
Shall I not paint the might with which you mechanize yourself?

Grant me the grant to write about the grants you never granted, yet –
Bore the fruits of the grants granted by the mischievous.

The Self ought not to hyperbole the world’s opinions into an avalanche.

The Self ought to melt into the innocence of own's intent and write about the unwritten.

The Self ought to absorb morality without shrinking morals and find its precious Solace.

- Lekhakdidi