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

“even if you gave me all your sadness, i still wouldn’t feel anything new. -no point of return”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Flower That Went Mad: 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

“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

“everyone looked away when i was falling. but when i somehow managed to pull myself together, they blamed me for being too blind. -the society we live in”
― Yogesh Chandra, Lithium: Bipolar Poetry

“anxiety, nervousness, and abnormal dreams on a single night, it magically teams. weakness, drowsiness, and fatigue these things, even the doctors cannot critique. insomnia, tremor, and nausea all come with this excessive euphoria. also, decreased libido and weight gain are just part of its long-term reign. current findings suggest they are anti-suicidal pills but more effective it seems, are the daffodils. and to anyone who wants to withdraw would find themselves back in the devil's claw.”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Flower That Went Mad: Bipolar Poetry

“i had to fall in love with my highs, only because i knew there would be a low tomorrow.”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Words I Could Never Say: Bipolar Poetry

“i stared at the person right in front of the mirror and felt nothing. the person looking back felt everything it seemed. -this is bipolar”
― Yogesh Chandra, Lithium: Bipolar Poetry

“the greatest irony of life is that i have tried to put a smile on my face even during the times i wished i was dead. -the suicidal mind”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Words I Could Never Say: Bipolar Poetry

“my greatest gift to me was not dying when every piece of me so deeply wanted to. -the second breath”
― Yogesh Chandra, The Flower That Went Mad: Bipolar Poetry

“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

“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

“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