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From The Afterglow

Verses, Tales, Thoughts

by Varsha Panikar


I used to believe there was a distinct segregation between two ‘worlds’ - one good, one bad. This dichotomy was applied to nearly everything around me, from events to people, and even my own decisions. At times, it felt like I was confined in a straitjacket, creating a constant sense of unease and uncertainty about my actions. As time passed, the rigid separation between these two worlds began to blur, bringing them curiously close together. It became evident that good and bad are not clear-cut polarities but rather nuanced aspects of our experiences. They are not opposites. We may not like one end of the scale, and so we call it bad, but this does not make bad an opposite polarity of good.


Now, I won't extend this approach to 'really bad things and events' because I can't. Yet, this state of equanimity or acceptance of the relative nature of good and bad once applied to some aspects of my life, internally and externally, has helped me over time. To allow you to gain a better understanding of the divide, I will try to describe it metaphorically.


The best way I can explain it is if I examine the separation of the two worlds to staring through a rain-spattered windowpane. One could look straight through the coating of rain droplets covering the glass pane, subconsciously registering them as an inconvenient obstacle that needed to be overcome, and thus, automatically and instinctively ignoring them. On the other hand, one could also focus directly on the rain droplets and visually register them in their own right while still having the ability to look through them to the other side.


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At times, you may find yourself feeling shock waves of badness when you do something you were taught was wrong even if now you don't agree that it's bad. In these times, remember that you are a human with every right to be here, learning and exploring. To label yourself good or bad is to think too small. What you are is a decision-maker, and every moment provides you with the opportunity to move in the direction of evolution or in the direction of stagnation or degradation.


Sometimes our choices and actions lead us in different directions. At times, these choices take us in the opposite direction of the reality we want to create for ourselves. Instead of labeling ourselves as good or bad, it's essential to acknowledge the choices that lead us down a particular path. We can then let go, forgive ourselves, and prepare for the next opportunity to choose and act in ways that align with our best intentions.


Resist being blinded by the peaks and valleys of wins and losses in life, and be kinder to yourself and others. Choose improving yourself over killing yourself just to attain a ridiculous standard of perfection. You have strengths, and you have weaknesses. Sometimes you succeed, and sometimes you fail. Sometimes you’re right, and sometimes you’re wrong. It is just the way things are, so try to accept yourself and allow yourself to fully be who you are. In the end, only you know the difference. If you find yourself going into self-judgment, try to stop yourself as soon as you can and come back to the center. Do not undermine your ability to find your own moral center and to trust and be guided by your inner self.


Be aware! You will figure out the balance along the way. Know that you are not good or bad; you are simply you.




A gothic and mystical graphic novel about the journey of a young girl into a magical and ancient forest, inspired by fables, folklore, fairy-tales, myths, and dreams. Seeking writers, graphic designers and visual artists to collaborate on the book. An ongoing poetry series. Here is a preview.



She goes into the forest

forest of dread and sorrow

sorrow all around

around her animals hurry

hurry in all directions

directions that are blocked

blocked with vines and branches

branches sticking out out of many trees trees that are endlessly tall

tall yet, rising higher

higher till the sky is gone

gone from my view view that is closing

closing the deeper she goes

she goes into the forest



Forest, thy shadow thy door where in sorrow sadly rot

amongst the things we know no more

with winds of silent thought



The trees alone were exquisite they tangled so divine sadly though, she could barely fit when she tried to squeeze through the vines




She could hear the silent shrieks of fear, deep within the forest.




Nowhere to go but deep within her forest

curled up in a deep dark tree

hidden within the strangling branches

she hides from the monster afraid, shaking trembling with fear!

the encroaching noises are not around her they are inside of her no longer contained

burning within her twisted forest

her dark wicked twisted forest




The trees replied, “night will be the hour the forest will speak.




The ground did warn us “the underworld howls through the cracks of earth” they said




She continues to run her brown tangled hair flies as she sprints as she pushes through the pain that it takes to run away to safety

she roams through the forest of darkness

where evil does lie step after step

memories of this place

hover atop my mind

where young souls have died

my young soul has cried




She sits by the path of crossroads

with her head in her hand eyes half closed she can feel It look right through her

in despair and pain

she’d like to be left alone

right now




She notices the trees creek as they released their brown leaves to the wind.

a petal drift through the air into her tear soaked hand and screams,

"Forget me not!”




It felt like dreams shattering

like glass on the forest floor

she felt a presence the wind fell silent and an ominous air filled this place




As she was forced to depart

she nearly distinguished

from the shadowy depths

a smile




The shadows.... she doesn’t let them close

for the fear they might break her but still they collect her

and to the heartbreak take her


They found her unconscious

severely wounded a few broken ribs she was rapidly bleeding out

when they rescued her


The shadows

they embrace her they don’t surround her

deep in the forest

right where they found her


Moving on the battlefield the shadows they stand beside her Fighting so they can tame the madness inside her




But a last whisper met her ears

“i am so sorry, my dear you must awaken.” she opens her eyes a blink from oblivion pulling the breath from her lungs

thinks “that emptiness beyond the facade is this what awaits me?”




She runs up the empty foothills

faster than sound like she’s left her body

soul speeding wind howling she runs lugging her stripped wing

of its clouded feathers



Her pain is like a comfort

a blanket over her skin




So she wandered deeper into the forest

to the big rocky mountain.

eventually she came to rest by the cascading fountain. in it’s clear and crystal waters

she saw an angel looking back at her. with a rainbow row of flowers

placed within her silver hair.

it glimmered like the moon on a starless night.

but as she turned around

the angel was gone she was nowhere to be found

somewhere.... trees were falling down but they never made a sound




Peering at her own

young corpse as it rots besides

these trees these sneaky bumble bees view the evil that’s done out there

where some never make it out

that wretched place

her footsteps get faster

pounding the floor like plaster

though she hardly remember

why she came here at all

maybe to just mourn for her life’s so torn apart

her sweet loving self did die and still

somehow she sees light

so glorious so bright!




Fear of the sorrowful forest

finally overthrown she felt a presence

profound




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