The Flower That Went Mad Quotes

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“i have so much faith in you.”
― 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

“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

“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

“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 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

“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

“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