Fragrant, lovely pink roses…
That’s where his life reposes…
Delicate… craved no power,
he was just a humble flower.
‘Solitude’ is all he earned.
His words never concerned.
He became “less of a man”
for all who defined a “man”.
“Why don’t you write anything nowadays?”
Every time I faced that question I spit out some excuse about my final semester architecture studies. Of course, my days were busy. I have never been this busy in my ‘entire life’!… Okay! I’m 22 but I can say that right!? Anyway, those days changed me a lot. I spent more time outside of “my room”. I would like to call it a “break”.
I have heard people say we need to take a ‘break’ once in a while. Especially when life gets mad and stumbles across every sentence thinking what’s next. I had those days when I used to analyse everything too much. And I had days I was flying like a bird thinking about nothing. I had to travel to a lot of places. Places which I never expected I would visit in my life. I read a number of books. I met a lot of people who made me smile. But most of the time, I was on my own. And for me, that was the most required break.
I had often felt guilty about my introverted self for not using every opportunity perfectly. But these days helped me to accept who I am. I stood up for choices and started dreaming what is necessary. I learned that life is an adventure when we do something we thought we cannot. In my past, I was pulling myself into the stereotype society created.
Really? “Stereotypes”? Do you want to believe what society says? Continue reading BREAK
The spring had enticed the tree-tops
to be green and to bloom to red.
Beneath them, my small paces were
beyond fall as I lose my love.
I fold my hands to hold-
all the broken pieces of my heart
so tight! I could barely breathe
but, I cannot let go..! Never!
The lies I told myself sprain
my hollow rib cage; creaks with pain.
On my road, beneath my feet
I see dead but red vibrant petals.
Fallen! But they never failed
to brighten the story of the spring..!
I free my hand and breath
the incense of red vibrant blooms
to let go and to wait for…
the best that is yet to happen!
There is a longing inside me to be at somewhere I belong more than the lust I feel about the memories. I think I leave a part of my soul every time I leave a place where once I felt alive. And every once in a while, that lost fragment call me to that place to reunite with my soul… To feel full… To feel alive..!
Lately, I realized “love” is not sugar coated words. Not that person who blended with you 100 times in 1000 opportunities. Not having the same interests and dreams and calling someone “soulmate”.
“Love” is when someone, who is too different from you is coming out of their comfort-zone just to be with you when time is least favorable. And if that is a burden to you and not enough for you, I think you don’t deserve to be loved.
A huge shout-out to those who love someone unconditionally no matter how many times they got ignored, to all the dying hearts and to every word you hid under unexpressed emotions.
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It may be good to ponder the memories before stamping on the pile of new resolutions. Even some memories dropped a few tears, they were the great lessons and the best gift of 2016.
After getting back together with my best friend once I lost, it was a good decision to focus more on myself and spend a huge amount of time listening to the world outside. Blending into the new workplace was not tough and I felt exultant on meeting new people who easily turned into close friends. Weekend plans always included the people I can’t live without and different foods I craved.
The wanderlust pinned me around the city as I climbed again on my two wheeler and that best friend who never wanted to leave became the constant occupier of the back seat. Life was always on a rollercoaster but within those ups and downs, I learned that family is always there. Continue reading 2016 STORY