I feel a nameless energy wrought upon my existence, a colored lens over my eyes - age nurtures aura and time weathers thought. Under this expanse of sky comes an aching desire for the picturesque, azure and bare-boned, wielding a torch of flickering and quiet disaster.
I'm not strong but I can carry hopes atop my head. If they are too heavy I will remind myself that atlas shoulders the world brimming with seven billion hearts, and then I will understand again that existence lies in the souls of people..
Never calling attention to myself lest the world finds out what I am after Simply put...I am after truth Never any specific one, but a Universal truth Like how the sunset never keeps the same color Or how we always carry words from books Long after we've finished reading them Or how the air seems to bend around us Touching us, but also getting our of our way Displacing memories that time and place refuse to forget Truth always found in the shadows, in passing glances, always when you're not looking, and never when you think you have it. Which is why the search for truth Is scattered with experiences, dreams, notions, ambitions, and secrets that we must endure before that fleeting moment when we get it passes, [everything feels different and you can see the change dancing in the light when you know you have seen it.] and we must begin the search again.
I write I write because it needs to be so. I write because nobody sees the world the way I do. I write because I wish everyone saw the world the way I do. I write not for myself, but the world I live, play, sleep, and wake in. The world where silence isn't gold but crystal that illuminates that which hides from clarity's eye. I write to make sense of the thoughts in my head. I write because it is the most natural thing to do aside from breathing; and even still... to not write is to not breathe. a breath, like writing, can influence everything it touches even the air itself. I write because my emotions overwhelm my body, but never the words I use to voice them. Words are solid strong PERMANENT I write because I live and I write because I am alive and dying at the same time... ...and nothing can be more beautiful than both of these things..
As if all the creatures of this planet are absent. I am alone left here for a purpose. Sun has risen, The windows of my room are opened. The murkiness is gone now. Zephyr is spreading fragrance of serenity. I look out of the window To feel the ineffable sense of quietude. My soul from the demons is now rescued. Rays of the sun coming through the window of my room strike my heart, Then get reflected back in the form of poetry. Poesy, where my words are dancing in unison On the music which is never listened. As if, my words were caged The lock of their chain is opened from a magical key. Today, as if they have got the desired liberty. Everything seems to be surreal. I dont want this to be ephemeral. Yesterday, it was dark and catastrophic The ambience was tumultuous and cacaphonic. My heart was under siege. I saw avarice, lust, betrayal and tease. Today, I feel a gentle breeze Evils are shunned away from my periphery To me, now no one can defeat. After so many years of inner combat I have got this belief. Tomorrow, if there will be odds against me I am ready to combat, I am here only.
Is it when that sinking feeling , Collapses you inwards . It feels as if you are being , Pushed back into darkness , By an invisible force . A force that knocks , The breath out of you . And you feel you are doomed . But you don't shed a tear . You hold that exterior together . Painting a smile , for this world each day , Even though you Are burning inside .
Or .... Is it when , Those tears just won't Stop flowing . Everything around you , Seems fragile and tender . A mere glance or touch , Sends you bursting into tears . You don't shy away , From shedding those , Tears amongst strangers , Who look at you quizzically . You feel lighter ... But only for a while . And still your insides , Keep burning in agony .
You see ... Grief can , Never be quantified . It's different in many ways , Because of our circumstances . Yet it's the same , For each one of us . It burns our insides , Whether we show , Or try to hide .
The only option , Is to be like that last , Leaf of autumn . That learns to let go , Knowing it's time . To embark on , A journey new . After all .... Every end , has a new beginning .
We are all warriors , In our own way . The ones who know , No matter what ... The show must go on .
I know You have been working hard You have been pouring your heart But you have not gained as much as you have expected from it So now you are surrounded by the clouds of disappointment And you don't see any silver lines around these clouds The sky of your heart is dark and gloomy Your eyes are raining And you can see the colors of your broken dreams in the drops of your tears But my dear friend Your world doesn't end here Relax Take a deep breathe Think about your goals It is not time to quit But it is time to rethink about your strategies to achieve your goal You have sown the seeds of your hard work and persistence Don't let them waste Have patience May be you are too close to your destination Don't lose hope Have faith in yourself Prepare a master plan You will harvest the best crop of your persistence You will pluck the sweet fruits of your patience Please Don't quit Trust me You will succeed beyond your imagination.