Sexual Frustration- The Inescapable Prose

Each day is getting subdued with thoughts that are it seems, intertwined with ghostly emotions. The mind is slowly getting detached and everything around you is beginning to look like an unequal square whose edges have been torn apart.

With hormones at peak, and the mind, it is filled with such elongated desires that each leaf it seems, it wants to have you drowned. Ever been so sexually frustrated that you could not think of anything else but the art that is such glued to the rhythms of each day life.

It is totally natural to feel this way, for the human mind- perhaps creation has it this way. To fill us with untimely desires and ask of us to be caged inside our own bodies. Being sexually frustrated is not just lethargic and uncompromising, each second it seems is filled with uncaring bed-sheets and curtains, for the subtle life is going through such a distinctive phase.

We live in a society where speaking on sex is a big taboo, however I highly believe that the quintessential part of life- sex and desires, they are things that dominate majority of our minds as we are at peak and it deserves to at least be openly discussed about in an open and a freethinking society.

So the desires inside the mind, unable to being full filled and the butterflies inside the stomach, they seem to be long dead or are running endlessly like an aircraft over Amazon. Sometimes I wonder, why create us with such abstract desires that if unfulfilled, may lead us to imprisonment inside one’s own mind and body. This is such naïve yet a very real thing getting ahold of us.

The music over the soft radio and the sweet jazz across the decorated street is making you uncomfortable inside your own skin, and you have not felt the touch of your opposite in ages. What is even happening to you?

The effects, those that I call the unfair syndrome. One may end up getting depressed that nothing on earth would cheer him/her again. With stressors already surpassing peak for the young minds, adding new ones such inescapable- they are indeed damaging. Depression is a very serious mental illness, which at majority of the times, seems to be overlooked and stigmatized by the immediate society.

Care to look inside the eyes that have been depressed and ask of him/her- things which are going on inside the mind. It seems that life starts playing the unfair dice on us every time we try to do something new. And sex, a compulsion of creation, making the mind such vulnerable- one starts losing his/her own mind it seems.

In addition, loss of self-confidence and feelings of uselessness also seem to arise, making the individual incapable of living a normal life. No, it’s not the lack of money or poor grades at school or the lack of friends that has him such low- ever thought that he/she may just be really, uncontrollably frustrated of one thing that seems to be a part of creation itself.

Sometimes I wonder, perhaps a lot often- why create us with such desires that if unfulfilled, one starts losing interests in life- as if nothing is and everything that is—sex it is. Trying to lift your skin outside the windows and into the blue gardens of life, sex is everywhere but nowhere. Who could have ever thought?

So next time, the mind which is unable to comprehend loneliness and rejection to such a vulnerable state, do start with a little journal and narrate everything that is going on inside that beautiful mind of yours. The winds will start bleeding as well as pleasing and so will the untimely tides of April, and do wonder like the empty room does- why create us with such desires never to be fulfilled?

-Yogesh Chandra

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