“An evening at the beach “

The waves of emotions come and go,
But the still and steady coast of relation always stay.
The impulses of the moment drives you blind,
But the love that grows is slow and kind.
The people that attracts your senses may be intriguing,
But the ones that nourishes your soul are rare unseasonable rain.
Don’t fall for the breezy strangers that sweeps you off your feet,
Instead keep the gentle comarade that catches you when you fall…

“Tranquil “

Chirping of the night creatures,
Humming of the electricity,
The light people are falling down,
And the night children are wide awake.
The stillness of the air makes the sound of pen on roll crystal clear.
The smell of the moist dry earth soothes like no other .
It’s the night that is showing its magic or the work of the ink,
That the clutter in my mind no longer lives…

“Time is flying “

The universe is infinite, it’s a boon,
there are so many unanswered questions, it’s a boon.
We are the civilization always finding for more,
We are always driven to unexplored expanses.
Unknown is the fuel that keeps us going to live on for the undiscovered times.
Though we tend to take things known to us for granted.
The sun, The moon, The earth
We think they won’t change,
but what do we know when it will all change.
The people in our lives,we think they are here now, so what is the big deal;
But does that mean they can’t vanish in a blink of an eye?
We have tendency to crave for something new till we obtain it,
But why do we forget to enjoy it and cherish it now.
We think we are forever, we all delude ourselves in some way or another,
But when it’s our time to go, no one really knows.
Then why are we still not living the life we want now?
Why are we waiting for the future to start taking our passions seriously?
Why are we waiting to be with that person we love?
Why are we still doing the dead-end job we lothe?

Oh, Because we have time!!
Or, Do we??

“Her”

She is the origin, she is the entrance to a new world,
She helps you grow, she helps you survive.
She feeds you whenever you need,
She sacrifice her body and herself for giving a new life a chance.
She devotes herself to take care of others,
She dances her heart out, she loves till her heart aches,
She forgives in a moment even when you shatter her heart.
She takes one step back due to her humility, she takes a stand for others due to her humanity.
She can rule an organization but foremost she rules the heart.
She is your best friend, she is your confidant.
She takes care of you even when you push her out.
She leaves her home to make yours,
She works 24/7 but never boasts about her achievements.
She will never disrespect you and she loves your family too.
She never complains about your flaws when she works hard to look good for you.
You only see her kind heart but beware of the same,
Because she can fight ferociously if it is for her loved ones.
She will only think about happiness of her people,
Because her happiness is in theirs and she won’t leave their side no matter what.
She is down to earth and works hard to grow,
She may fail but she will never stay down.
She is a learner and age is just a number,
Her beauty is enhanced each and every second to flourish her into an improved person.
She faces so much resistance but she never sees it as an obstacle,
She will see it as an opportunity for her to enhance her soul;
She persevere to yield
and that’s why
Our planet earth is also “her”…

“The unique one “

She was not the usual beauty,
That made her the unique one.
She didn’t conform, she didn’t bend,
She was opinionated with loud and clear determination.
She would not back down by your bullets,
She will rise again with her phoenix wings.

“Canvas “

The palette is so bloody red with the colors of my heart,
I take it out for you to borrow,
But you kept it for own cause.
I gave you my heart away to keep it safe and sound,
But you colored your canvas of life,
With the bloody red of my heart…

Voices

She see herself in the mirror,
She sees her reflection and she is pretty sure she loathes it.
Why does she feel unworthy of being adored,
Why does she feel unworthy of self-love,
Is it the random comment that points out how her body has changed?
Or is it the specific judgmental voices in her head that seems to be ashamed of her?
Or is it the casual insults used by her loved ones in a “joking way”?
Should she tell them that it bothers her?
Should she tell them that it’s depression that is making her eat uncontrollably?
Should she tell them that she starves herself whole day out of loneliness ?
Should she tell them that she can’t change her genes?
Or should she shut them off as its none of their business?
But what does she tell her inner voices?
Who placed such dialogues in there..
Was it the parent who rejected the 12 year old’s changing body,
Was it the crush who rejected a genuine admirer,
Was it the school teacher that rejected the talent just because of a number on scale of weight or colour.
When did we start treating a child like show stopper,
When did we start berating a child for his or her individuality,
When did we start comparing it with the poster child when in reality the child is an unique perfect creation.
It is time to stop, it is time to think before we say or look at a child,
Because it is watching us, observing us and learning from us.
Strangely it adopts our impression of him and continue to treat himself the way we did.
We are the voices,
Think before you act in front of a child,
Because
As a broken adult she will shut other’s mouth but won’t be easily be able to shut the voices in her head…

“Galaxies in there… “

The one thing that makes me is also the one that breaks,
It does not slow down even if I can’t take it anymore,
Every thought is out of its shelf, it’s a mess;
There is a need for a way to sort them out,
They float around in my head giving me answers that I ask for,
But they sometimes go on a rampage, questioning my questions.
Fears, feelings, memories, words, images, people, ideas, they are all in there,
You wont be disappointed if you search for galaxies in there.
I can let you in if you are on a soul searching voyage,
But be careful or else you will loose yourself;
You won’t be disappointed if you search for galaxies in there.
I explore it by the words I write,
You explore it by the words you read.

“Scars make the point??”

Your ignorance doesn’t lessen me,
But it is a question what it says about you;
There is no reason for you to be mean,
But you still continue with your hostility.
It doesn’t say anything about me,
But it says a lot about you.
It’s understandable to be self served first,
But it’s incomprehensible to be self focussed always.
The way you look at me may make me want to feel unworthy,
But it is not the definition that defines me.
I won’t say a word to ask what did I do wrong?
Because there is nothing I need to prove you;
Then what is it that you need to prove,
As you go and try to make a point by scarring Me the way you do…

“A Life To Live”

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Our average life span in this human body is around 69-71 years which I hope would increase with medical advancement, research and better living conditions.

‘To live’ is very different than to just exist in this universe. To live is completely different than mechanically pass the seconds, hours, days, months, even years. I don’t know about others but I feel disappointed every time I look back to an ending year and cannot recollect times when I felt significantly alive, when I felt lucky to be present on this beautiful planet earth.

I have to admit that I had misconception about the term ‘to live’ or ‘to feel alive’. I honestly thought and believed that living includes only the part of life where I am smiling, laughing, feeling passionate, spending time with loved ones, having the blissful moments of being loved and to love.

I guess it’s no one’s fault to feel that way as we all are influenced by our surrounding world. Sadly our world has stereotypical viewpoint towards the terms ‘to live’ or ‘to feel alive’, which impacts our thought process.

From my experience, the times when I am absolutely miserable are the times I feel most alive… But how is that? You may ask.

Those are the times when importance of breathing becomes more apparent as my heart feels heavier than a rock and the gravity has more value and power that works best to keep me down on my bed. It even makes it impossible to get up and have a glass of water myself.  

Those unbearable moments seem to amplify and do not seem to follow universal laws of time. It sounds a horrible place to be at but if I see those times from an unbiased eye, as a third person, I realize that in those moments, I built my strength and courage. I fought hard to live even if it seemed pointless. It made me resilient and it made me who I am: A fighter and a survivor.  

I am fan of all the easy, rewarding moments of my life but the times that broke me are the real heroes and inspiration that made me feel pain but made me realize that I exist. They shook me hard but to make me even sturdier. 

Maybe we should all stop running from the painful, lonely, discomforting moments of life because these will only build our characters and make us more grateful of what we have: “A life to live”