Yogesh Chandra > Quotes

“your love gave me strength. but it was your silence that made me realize how strong i truly was. -a bleeding heart”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Words I Could Never Say: Bipolar Poetry

“i have loved and i have also been ignored. the second one felt better because through that, i found the love which i would otherwise never. i called her self-love.”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Words I Could Never Say: Bipolar Poetry

“how dearly i long for a sense of normalcy. each day is either a walk on water or a suffocation beneath the waves. there is no in-between. -the highs and the lows”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Words I Could Never Say: Bipolar Poetry

“happiness scares me more than anything else perhaps, because i have realized that the only thing that follows after a flicker of joy is an ocean of sadness. and crying only makes it deeper. -the inevitable”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Flower That Went Mad: Bipolar Poetry

“i smiled and you did too. i felt elated and so did you. i cried but you could not. -mood disorder”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Words I Could Never Say: Bipolar Poetry

“i can feel it again—that chemical change inside the brain, and i know that it will either be plain madness, or a little poetry, or a blend of both. -and i always leave it to chance”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Flower That Went Mad: Bipolar Poetry

“if you really want to know where the scent of the flowers is the strongest, try walking the garden of self-love. -the air we both forgot to breathe”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Flower That Went Mad: Bipolar Poetry

“silence: when embraced for what it truly is, becomes a force of healing. -you asked me why i was quiet”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Words I Could Never Say: Bipolar Poetry

“But I'm not even human, waking on this soil like a dead life.”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Tragedy of our Lives: Collection of Poems

“take me to the garden where the birds whistle with delight and expect nothing in return, where the stems of each jasmine only bleed hope for our falling race, where the fast-moving river naturally composes poetry as it flows, where the bright blue butterflies comfort those who suffer, where the early-morning rain feels like being born again, and where the gentle fragrances guide us in every step that we take. take me to the garden so that i can find my peace again.”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Flower That Went Mad: Bipolar Poetry

“it’s like you are drowning, and the only way to save yourself is to pull the chord and activate your life jacket. and you consciously know this, but somehow, you feel paralyzed. your hands are tied to something which you cannot even see, and the weight on your body is increasing with each new heartbeat.  so you descend deeper into the ocean no matter how much you try not to. -depression”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Flower That Went Mad: Bipolar Poetry

“today, the sudden unshed tears have made us visitors to our hearts and no amount of poetry in the world can make us feel any better. ”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Flower That Went Mad: Bipolar Poetry

“they cry when you are dead but nobody shows up to comfort when you are crying. -the society we live in”
― Yogesh Chandra, Lithium: Bipolar Poetry

“i knew so little about happiness. so it never occurred to me that it was something i could have. -the reason you don’t see me smiling”
― Yogesh Chandra, Lithium: Bipolar Poetry

“you say that you love the rain but always carry an umbrella. you say that you love the purple lilacs in the garden nearby but pluck them out anyways. you say that you love the night sky but start complaining if there is a little bit of darkness in life. you say that you desire happiness but disregard the small things that could lead you to it. you say that you love art but do not wish to know about the artist's misery. you say that you love seeing the waves hit the shoreline but get jealous every time they are at the center of attention. and you say that you love me but walk away each time i try to get close to you.  -the beautiful things you’ve said”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Words I Could Never Say: Bipolar Poetry

“now i have to live in-between: in-between joy and misery, in-between laughter and tears, in-between highs and lows, in-between life and death.”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Flower That Went Mad: Bipolar Poetry

“a thousand reasons to live but this strange compulsion to die is all that makes everything feel so real.”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Flower That Went Mad: Bipolar Poetry

“our hearts are meticulously and colorfully stitched together from all the mistakes that we've made. and the thing about mistakes, as they say, is that each one of them has something to teach. so a new one just makes the heart more beautiful,
-this is how your heart finds its glow”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Flower That Went Mad: Bipolar Poetry

“when the sunflowers started feeling low, the highly qualified psychiatrists prescribed them prozac, starting with just twenty milligrams a day because it’s safer that way. and slowly, all beauty and magic got dull and drowsy. the sky also felt lousy. so they sat and waited in the densely occupied hall at the asylum. the doctors now increased it to forty milligrams a day. and so too, the insomniac nights that follow; left with a piece of mind that was just so hollow. the experts said that it would make them happy again, but after three years and three days, all it did was make them incapable of feeling even the rain. one night a sunflower took a plunge into the stormy ocean, and the others realized that they could not even cry because their mind had become so densely dry.”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Flower That Went Mad: Bipolar Poetry

“In one sentence, you beautifully shattered my heart, yet here I am, writing a thousand to tell you what it felt like.”
― Yogesh Chandra

“i had to fall in love with my highs, only because i knew there would be a low tomorrow. i had to make the most of my insomniac nights, only because i knew i’d be oversleeping during my ‘not so good days’. i had to finish my book somehow, only because i knew i wouldn’t have the energy to do so later on. i had to stop talking so much to everyone i met along the way, only because i knew i wouldn’t have a word to utter tomorrow. i had to make use of all the joy in the room, only because i knew that tomorrow, i’d have so little left. -the bipolar journal”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Words I Could Never Say: Bipolar Poetry

“the heart is a pretty piece of flesh. it lets us feel everything we ever will about life and does not ask for anything in return. but tragically, it needs to be broken first.”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Words I Could Never Say: Bipolar Poetry

“i have so much faith in you.”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Flower That Went Mad: Bipolar Poetry

“you slowly feel something flickering inside the brain, somewhere in the lower front. the chemical shift, like someone unauthorized has entered a power plant and turned on every switch on sight. it comes like thunder, wraps you inside your body, and screams inside your soul. it is heavier than anything you know of, yet see yourself easily fly. it’s like a thousand fireworks have all been lit at once. there is so much movement and it only gets faster, just like the forest fires of august moving uphill. you can feel the energy of a star each time you take a new breath.
so you hastily light up your world, and of those around you, as rewarding and punishing it may get, and impatiently wait for the fuel to run out like it always did. and when it finally does, you realize that you cannot even get out of bed to take a shower or answer a phone call.”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Flower That Went Mad: Bipolar Poetry

“and to be is to suffer until suffering starts to feel normal. so normal that one would not be able to differentiate a good day from a bad day.”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Flower That Went Mad: Bipolar Poetry

“everyone notices the finest aromatic perfume on our body but no one sees the fake smiles that we’ve been wearing all our lives. -this is how easily we’ve managed to hide our pain”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Flower That Went Mad: Bipolar Poetry

“everything that you’ll feel tomorrow has already been felt by someone before you. -never forget”
― Yogesh Chandra, Lithium: Bipolar Poetry

“we’ve met so many broken people in our lives. but we only know of so little.   -the art of hiding pain”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Words I Could Never Say: Bipolar Poetry

“and just like that, you start feeling high without even taking any stimulants. not even a note of caution from the only thing close to you—your mind. how elegant yet dreadful must it be, i wonder? -bipolar diaries”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Flower That Went Mad: Bipolar Poetry

“the littlest of the mistakes we made as teenagers turned out to be the biggest of the lessons we’ve learned as adults. -young love”
― Yogesh Chandra, Lithium: Bipolar Poetry