INVISIBLE IN THE VISIBLE πŸ¦‹


It’s been a while coming, a bigger while dreaming, a huge while being invisible. Moments of breathing, not seeing but trusting, not hearing but walking… in a direction not seeing but tracing, not hoping but visible living visibly as invisibles in the visible… 

Never believed writing could be so hard, I forgot how well the mind has to be to create so much magic with words. I forgot how sane the mind has to be to let go of emotions, the transformation into words for people to speak, for people to read…

I can somehow feel the clash in the words, the break in my flow, the crookedness of my lines, but since I’m pouring out words from inside, you can guess what’s on the inside too? 

The air that I breathe in, the hope that I live on, somehow, someday, maybe I would see.

I feel invisible. 

I think the world has made it feel that way, everything and every way, I feel like a second choice, like an afterthought, like a back up plan. Never felt ‘in that plan or ‘thought about' – the laws, the system, the society, I always come second – me and everyone with the same chromosome as me. Lol! We are invisible in this visible world!

One way, some way, any way, it’s usually – let this happen to this and let us do this and do that and write this and write that for us – then a bracket of course (oh yes! The women too! We remember you, this column is for you).

How can an entire gender be made so irrelevant! How can we be so invisible?.. I have been asking, do people learn not to see women, or is it something from birth?

Why are we so invisible? Our pain, our dreams, our existence…


(Ughhh! I missed you all! At least I know I’m not invisible with y’all around!)… 


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