To all underrated beings... Neglected souls... Rejected thoughts... And depressed hearts... May time has taken away those wings you admired but still you have claws so crawl or run but never stop ....... @_cassandra ......
With every step I take forward, people try to pull me down. They step on me but I rise, rise higher than ever. Lifting their feet up, I struggle to calm my breath. I strive hard to push them away and not to be stepped on again. But, the more I try pushing them back and try climbing the ladder, they pull my leg down disguised as helpers to support my leg, to lift me up. My conscience tell me not to trust them after once being betrayed still I overlook it. And not surprised at all I am again back on the ground struggling to breathe after being stepped on again. But you should know this time, I rise higher than ever knowing how to tackle those feet, I climb my ladder up to the sky.
Pooja Pal ___________________________________________________
She was powerful with her pencil, she knew how to make you see heaven on earth and take you to travel to the enigmatic world of poetry and feel it.
She learned to write in an indecipherable language, with ink of love and paper of illusions, with the soul of a poet and a warrior spirit.
Unlikely, misplaced, rare, but unique, she has created her own galaxy out of plastic neon star planets.
She knew how to put leaves in the fall and how to make the winter bloom, the only language she understood was the mute language of flowers.
Life seen from her eyes was full of colors, she made her way to the mysterious world of her imagination and stayed to live there, in herself.
She is utopia of life itself, the world burned between her fingers, she is like that, so beautiful, a life would not give me to describe her; It's just, it's like describing a firefly in front of the entire solar system.
Highlight an issue by various angle.... For if lies are shouted on high pitch they appear sometimes as truth.... That's the game many are playing..... .... Faking as victims while holding roots of crime
Many a times we come across people Genuinely good but quiet Well suited word.... Introverts.... ... There is a special thing in such souls that radiates a sublime spark for eyes that feels them... ..... They might be some who are habitual of being in their space or some might don't want to interact with people out....... .......... It's a bitter reality of today that we humans have made it vulnerable to other human beings to live peacfully.... ........ We are more into breaking and cutting each others roots than to water them... ... Game of name and fame comes into foul play at times.... ...... Many get over with it easily but some still can't get over it.... As tolerance rate varies from heart to heart.... .. Some are extreme sensitive at times...... With a soft heart..... ......... They live with it.... A broken self Not willing to heal it but to deal with it is their prime concern.... Why to showcase my scars when I can deal with them.. Is an ideology behind... But why to hurt one's own self for a thing we didn't commit.... Why to deal with a pain and harbour it within When it's meant to be just thrown out ... Let your soul breathe fully For it deserve happiness not for the sake to fake around but inner happiness..... People may come and leave Many more diversions yet to witness You are just stuck in that one wrong turn That landed you wounded.. There are many more yet waiting for you to take over... But with that same wounded self those previous scars will just widen more and bleed.... Why to rush when waiting is best.... ..... Why to remain quiet when you want to scream aloud.......... ...... Forgive and forget and leave the rest to Him.... ......................... You are not meant to harbour pain You are meant to get over it while taking your time.... ..... To rise to one of the best sunrises and best sunsets.... ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Spending everything you had Your time and your love Moreover that trust you always showed in me Your slowly turning grey hairs I love That pointed nose of yours i always wanted though From copying your handwriting to scrolling your office files while you were busy... Waiting for you to return from office just to get those candies.. To those late night walks asking numerous questions Seeing you smiling proudly on my grades To see your teary eyes with smile still while you send me here... There are still many things pending for me to do For whenever I feel low it's just you I imagine The perfect strength of all times It's you I always look as a perfect being With finest of handwriting I still try to copy My idol since I started to walk I always adore what you gave me That trust in me you always had For you trusted my steps more than I could ever... ..........
Amidst of autotune trend of music these days A raw form of music is lost somewhere We can see such artists in groups Selling their pure talent to earn daily bread and butter A talent of highest virtue and less appreciated... For in this world of amalgamated, adultered, copy paste projections... A real raw talent of such artists struggles seen in streets..... ❤️