You were there when no one cared,
You saw my each and every breath,
You observed my each karma.
You stayed silent when I desperately wanted answers,
But you did answer my prayers when I was at the edge.
You saw me jumping off the cliff,
But made Falling an enriching experience.
I fell on my head and everything was blur for so long,
Then like a wave upward you brought me back to the surface,
Filling me with the persistence to swim.
I kept swimming till I reached a safe coast,
How can I be grateful for the struggles you gave me,
That showed me how your miracle works. 
Tag: universe is Unbiased
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.
” Footprint “
The water is the source that keeps us alive,
Not the big house, not the fancy car, not the grand status.
Live one day out in the nature,
You will see how we have abused the resources,
Live one day out with the nature,
You will feel the agony of thirst.
We let it flow without any measures,
We let it go for our so called ‘Rich foods’;
We have a footprint that will make our future generations ashamed of their origins.
It’s true, most of us do not have to walk miles to get a litre of water,
Maybe that’s why we take it for granted.
How can we be so forgetful, we were taught that water available for us is around 3 percent only.
It is true, maybe education does not define our intelligence,
But it surely is indicating our ignorance and entitlement…
“Beginnings, Ends, Beginnings”
The ends are seeming too conclusive,
That makes you feel it’s inaccessible now.
You may not perceive the fact,
That you never were accessing at all.
The memories are always with you for life,
The moments are never to be owned.
The endings that make you feel down right now,
They are previews for an upcoming beginnings…
“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 Non Gender Society”
What will be a world with a society that blooms compassionately,
It will be a society where no one is afraid to go out in the dark,
A society where no one is asked to not be afraid of the dark.
It will be a society where tears are not considered as a way to pursue some agenda,
A society where tears are not considered as weakness but as a sign of genuine agony.
It will be a society where professions are not bifurcated by either pants or skirts,
A society where neither a mustache nor long hair define the validity of one’s individuality.
It will be a society where in a house everyone gets equal amount of food,
A society where in a house everyone is asked to go to school.
Such will be a gender less society,
Such will be a non biased society,
Such will be a just society.
“Weary gut “
You won’t know the dark sadness of my lonely heart,
I would say, you won’t want to know how it feels to have such dreadful thoughts.
Searching for the rush people dive from the mountain cliff,
I get rush from the stress of my burning heart.
The loneliness of my gut is something I can never explain,
I miss you more because you make me more sane.
I have you in my heart and it smiles like the morning sky,
But my heart is afraid because it has never been this joyful before;
It always wait in terror to be all taken away…
“Jeopardy”
A Disaster Is Coming Our Way,
I Don’t Know When, Where And Why ;
But I Can Feel It Approaching,
It’s Here Maybe Looking Over Us,
It’s Destruction Will Drive
Humanity To Extinction,
It Has Started Its Work,
Can’t You Feel It, Can’t You See It Around You??
Humanity Is Dying,
Emotions Are Said To Be Naive,
Sensitivity Couldn’t Breathe In This Harsh Time,
Every Purity And Softness In Us Is Getting Hardened.
Humanity Is Dying, It Is At Brink Of Extinction ;
Save It Too With The Tigers,
Save It, Please Save It…
I Want To Save It, I Want You To Help Me To Save It.
Does It Matter If A Disaster Come And
If There Are Only Shells Left
And Humanity Is Extinct By Us Humans ??
Would It Matter If The Shell Does not Survive Because
There Would Be No Substance In The Shell That Makes Us Human,
which Is Our Humanity…
Hours of darkness : Part 2
Night Speaks To Me,
The Words That Echoes In My Heart,
It Is Like A Scared Little Girl,
Who Is Afraid Of The Dark.
Night Opens Up The Door Of The Past,
It Is A Haunting Song
That Is Stuck In The Heart.
Night Talks To Me About
Our Fears And Secrets,
It Questions Me If
They Would Come True…
I Am Pretty Sure
It Is Not Intentional,
Night Is Just Like A Little Girl,
Afraid Of The Unknown.
I Comfort Myself And The Night
As We Both Are Anxious,
That I Am With You Forever
And You Won’t Leave My Side.
What Is The Fear And
Why To Be Afraid,
When We Always Find
A Way Back To Each Other
No Matter No One Stays,
We Come Back For This Time,
We Come Back To Despair,
We Come Back To Solitude,
We Come Back To Dark Thoughts
That No one Dares To Express…
-Sylie
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