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.
What is hope, I always wonder,
What it is not, that I can tell but
What it is, is hard to pin down.
It is not a confirmation of future,
But it is faith in it,
Hope is not to know that things will happen how you want them now,
But having a belief that they will work out as they need to ,
For you to grow into a stronger person.
Hope can’t come by self doubt,
Because meaning of life starts from you.
Hope can come by becoming self reliant and by taking charge of the situation.
Hope doesn’t belongs to those who let themselves push around by other’s will and opinions.
Hope belongs to those who are brave enough to stand right when everyone is wrong.
The power of hope is not when everything goes perfectly as you imagined,
But the power of hope is when you rise above from a completely hostile situation.
Those who are enjoying are definitely bearer of hope but those who are struggling and enduring are creator of hope.
Are you hiding something or are you fooling yourself,
what I am curious about is what is the adversity that makes you lie to yourself?
Is it the fear of being an outcast or the desire of being One?
All the films of different shades make you feel prettier and validated,
But does these shades make you loathe yourself lesser?
We see pictures of “people going places”, but we dont see their self harming tendencies behind the camera.
It seems better to be a pariah than being the one with an imaginary silver spoon…
The Darkness exaggerate in light and vice versa. Then why do you want to be like everyone else when you can outshine by your distinctiveness…
The Time I Was A Shy Girl,
People Were Shaken To See
My Eyes That Sparkled On ‘Stage’,
I Didn’t Have A Comforter
When I Was Preyed Upon
By A Soul Wrencher,
But ‘It’ Saved My Dying Soul,
It Still Does.
The Time I Found An Eternal First Love,
I Was New Again,
I Was Pure At Once.
I Didn’t Understand ‘It’s’ Significance
But I Could Definitely Feel ‘It’s’ Warmth.
Everyone Says I Am A Listener
But On Stage I Am Loud And Clear
Without A Single Spoken Word.
How ‘It’ Empowers Me Is Just A Magical State
But How I Completely Am ‘Me’ Is A Liberating Tale.
Dance Never Has And Never Will
Leave My Heart,
‘It’ Forever And Ever Has Been A Loyal Companion.
What Dance Is For Me??
It’s A Raw Expression Which Never Needs A Pointing Toe And A Somersault ;
But It Only Needs A Wild Heart…
You, Your Experiences, Your Emotions, Your Struggles
Make You As Unique As Your DNA ;
You Don’t See Moon And Feel
And Think Same As The Other Person Would,
Doesn’t That Make You feel Special,
Because It Should.
You Won’t See The Word Love
And Remember Same Person
And Same Memory As The Other Person Would.
Your Slideshow Of Thoughts Is
A Brand New Original Movie
Whose Story Changes Every Moment
And Can’t Be Copied.
You Are So Incredibly Different
That What You Are Perceiving While Reading This
Is A One And Only Viewpoint,
So Don’t Let Yourself Down
By Comparing Your Life Stages
To Other’s Because
They Would Not
And Should Not
Be Like Theirs .
Be Extremely Confident
That You Are Absolutely Irreplaceable.
I Request You
To Be Proud Of Your Wonderful Oneness.
This poem is inspired by few hours with a person who uplifted me and encouraged me to express myself. Those definitely were hours in heaven…
Bothered By Their Unnecessary Looks
You Conceal Yourself,
Anxious About What They Will Say
You Camouflage Yourself,
Bugged By Their Opinions
You Lead Your Life Through Sheep Tracks;
But Is This What You want?
Is This What Defines You?
You Are Dying Inside To Take
‘The Road Not Taken’,
You Are Filled With The Forte To Bring
Into This World That You Only Possess,
Then Go Ahead And Express
That Beautiful Soul Of Yours.
No one Is Like You And
No one Can Replace You,
You Are Uncommon,
Then Why Do You
Settle For The Conventional;
So Go Ahead And Express
That Beautiful Soul Of Yours…
Is It My Fault That I Can’t Give Words To What I Feel?
Is It A Lie If I Struggle
To Give Those Memories Words?
Am I Invalid Just Because
It Is A New Thing For You?
Or Am I Crazy Just Because
You Haven’t Been This Way?
To Tell You The Truth
I Am Not Crazy Just Because
You Do Not Understand That
Night Speaks To Me,
I Am Not Invalid Just Because
You Are Busy And Occupied With Mundaneness.
I Am Not A Lie If Night cries With Me
By Remembering The Struggles Of The Past And This Very Moment.