going through the deepest scars, realizing the scariest truths, questioning about the existence maybe, opened the eyes half asleep;
lockdown has almost come to an end, surely not the pause in my life, have got no idea, what's happening with the state of mind, so, forgive me if I'm rude;
don't know whether to be grateful or not, don't know where I were right or wrong, don't know whether to consider myself as good or bad, all I know is to live and survive for the day;
work is happening all from home, meets are happening all through calls, people I was thought would stay forever are now not, because, I realized that nobody but me is gonna stay till end;
I no more hate no people, I no more regret for any of my wrongs, I no more cry for people who left, all I care is for the peace within;
I absolutely have no idea if this happened for good, but this really have changed me, I never thought it would, I've now become a person of positivity and blissful thoughts, you know, this pandemic has changed me lot;
Let me start narrating the story of two people from different background, and the living maybe, they got to meet each other in the same college, I just don't wanna elaborate on the same. Let me come to the point now, the way they got to know about each other was weird, I don't really think it was a good beginning.
Days passed, may be because of the circumstances or of the environment they started conversing and became friends in no time. Their mentality matched, interests, hobbies, thoughts, ideas were almost same. Obviously in no time they became each other's priority. They never bothered about the people around because they literally cared for them, they were never bored of each other and the bond grew stronger and stronger every day.
After college, time flew, distance started mattering now, they never dreamt of it though. It was now the next important part of their lives, priorities started to change, may be because of over possessiveness or whatever, they started hating each other's new friends. Maybe this is where they went wrong, obviously they both were of same type and ego never let them speak to each other. Initially they got many more friends, told themselves that they were happy, but deep within the sparkle was missing, it was not as easy as they thought.
Years passed, anger lessened, btw how can they even pretend to hate each other, when they really don't. Number of reasons doubled to talk to each other now.
Finally the day has come, one of them called the other to ask about something and in no time they started fighting for not taking initiative to end the fight(which was for a stupid reason). The conversation went for hours and hours and the tears flew on their cheeks without their own knowledge. You know, the vibe of some people are so, they can never be replacable. The conversation was very warm and very very warm.
They then started conversing every day, you know just like the old days. People around literally told them not to trust too much, but who could even stop?
Now the situation is completely different, just positivity, happiness and the cheerfulness all around. They now support each other in every step, may be good or bad. No jealousy, no possessiveness, no nothing, just the purest form of friendship.
Sometimes it's easy to let people go but after some days it's harder than we ever thought.
What was it all for? The pain? The sadness? The weird silence? The dark night thoughts? They should have spoken to each other right? Why didn't they do? What did it really fetch? Just nothing.
Every minute they choose to obsess things that have happened is the moment they've lost in the present. However, if it is meant to be forever, it'll be forever.
I know I sound completely weird or irrelevant after reading the title, but yes, I mean it. Social media is more of negativity, being on a social media platform or being an addict I'm not allowed to say this is what you are thinking right now I guess.
You are absolutely right but yes, social media is just the reflection of your dream life but not the life you are leading now. Your perspective of life is changing by viewing the stories of people unknown, your mental health is getting spoilt. I spoke to a couple of people about this and realized that social media is being toxic these days, let's not talk about negative part but try to find the solutions anyhow.
Reasons why social media is being toxic? ◆We, the people are expecting the response the way we anticipate it. ◆It is the eco-chamber. ◆We are uploading stories about the things happening around, but not really taking any measures. ◆We are seeking attention. ◆We are forgetting ourselves, not knowingly but the way around. ◆We act as we care, but we really don't.
Let's try to bring some change, here are some of my views regarding it. ◆We should be real in this reel life. ◆Accept the way you live. ◆Unfollow the people you don't like or who isn't good for your mental state. ◆Be yourself, you cannot fool people for a long span of time. ◆Have healthy conversations, let's stop gossiping. ◆Stop judging people by their posts or stories. ◆Nobody really cares about the number of people you are following or who follows you, let's be sensible. ◆Spread positivity. ◆Say what you mean, mean what you say, just be real.
I heard people saying that I've changed a lot, but dear I've not change, a lot has changed me.
I know it's hard for you to accept because you had taken me for granted. But accept the fact that most people you have in your life today will not stay in your life forever because that is how it is meant to be.
I remember us being close, you were always a text or a call away. You were my secret keeper, day planner and what not? I do regret because things did not work as planned but it's ok, this is meant to have happened one day or the other.
I'm no more the person who begs for attention, put a hell lot of efforts to stay in one's life, life happens and people change. Trust me, I did nothing but started to behave the way you do.
I saw you change, I wondered your new perspective about life, I tried to converse with you but nothing really worked. I'm thankful for all the wonderful memories. And yes, I usually forgive people but this time I couldn't, I don't know why, I apologise for that.
You didn't stay for a lifetime, but you stayed enough to teach me the hardest lessons of life.
SOMETIMES, I FEEL LIKE HOPE IS A CLASSIC NOVEL WITH CLICHÉD WORDS, WHICH I'M TIRED OF READING OVER AND OVER AGAIN.. It's pages turning yellow.. It's words becoming shallow. It's like a tree full of leaves but it's flowers are withering down. Or a sky full of stars but it's beauty is still dull. The rain full of joy but after sometime it's the reason of storm. Hope... The hope of our parents to see us talk for the first time .. or the hope of ours due to which we take the first step .. The hope that he lived for that she will love him .. Or the hope in which she spend her whole life that he will come back to her. The hope due to which I'm still alive .. The time when I thought to take my life .. By drowning myself in the pool of my tears..I tortured my body till it bleed red gifting myself many scars.. The hope when I thought the flame of those bad words in my heart will come to halt with time .. That the way he always rank my body through his filthy eyes will stop one day .. The hope due to which I always hold myself from taking a big step .. But in the end I got nothing ... I stopped trusting on the word hope that one day my life will be better.. That my body can be scar free .. That my sinful soul can be renewed .. that I can really smile .. that I'm worthy of living .. That I'm important for someone..That I can do this I'm too strong .. I'm brave like a lion.. That yes girl .. you can put the world on fire .. Maybe I also have a heart .. But I think it got replaced with a stone .. The stone which always breakdown into small pebbles.. but then it glue itself up again with this hope that everything will be alright .. I'M TIRED OF READING THIS NOVEL OVER AND OVER AGAIN CALLED HOPE..
"THE RAY OF A NEW SPARKLING HOPE ALWAYS GIVES ME RARE ENERGY THINKING THAT FROM TODAY'S ON EVERYTHING WILL COME AT PLACE GIVING MYSELF A NEW CHANCE TO LOOSE MYSELF AS MY MISERY DANCE AS I LIFT UP MY CRUSHED SOUL AGAIN A FAKE SMILE WILL ALWAYS KISS MY LIPS THE STARS SHINNING AS THEY CRY FOR THE SADNESS THAT MY SMILE DISGUISE MY TEARS WHEN THEY TURN DIAMONDS THE DIAMONDS WHICH EVERYONE DREAMS OF BUT THEY DON'T KNOW TO HAVE THOSE DIAMONDS THEIR HOPE WILL CRUSH DOWN IN THEIR FEET BLEEDING THEM MAKING THEIR HEART MOURN, HISSING IN PAIN THEY WILL BE THIS MUCH BADLY MISERABLE THAT THEY WILL TRY TO HUG THE CAPTIVATING QUEEN "DEATH" BUT THAT QUEEN WILL GIFT THEM GOLDEN COINS NAMED AS HOPE AND ONE DAY THEY WILL BE TIRED TIRED OF RUNNING BEHIND THOSE DIAMONDS BUT THEY WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO HAVE PEACE AND ETERNAL SOLACE". ________________________________________ It's kind of the combination of prose and poetry .. THANK YOU @_rainfrost_ for giving such a captivating line it directly stabs my heart and I can totally relate to it ... #rf_licon_ch ________________________________________ Image credits to rightful owner ..
Do you know how hard it is to write something new without sounding cliche? It's a good thing that there are a lot of platforms for people to express how they feel. Poetry isn't some fancy metaphors for the privileged people anymore. Art has evolved from that fancy metaphors and rhymes to "the freedom to express yourself". Perhaps, that's the best thing about a connected world, someone so far away from you can relate to what you're feeling without even knowing who you are. You're not alone anymore, there is someone out there, far away yet so close, who knows what you're going through. For some, it makes all the difference. For some, it is still not enough. But now you have a choice.
We can talk about the existential crisis later.
What makes a poem/art "good" is a question that I don't know how to answer. But some lines take your breath away and some are just meh. When you use the same line and idea for the billionth time it kinda loses its significance and the beauty it used to hold.
I've wanted to write like Neruda.
"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul."
The more I write, the more I read, I understand how hard it is to write something like that without sounding so cliche and bleak. And, in this weird way to stay relevant, I/We end up counting the hearts to feel good about a few lines. The more seems better, right? Or is it just me that looks for the numbers to feel better?
Everything that you feel and write now gets judged by some strangers. So we filter out the feelings and long lines to some squares to double-tap, or maybe it's just me. But tell me this, what makes a poem "a good poem"?
She was Tortured Who cares? She was abused. So what? She was raped by a teenager "Keep it secret" Said the society
She was kidnapped and molested, had gone through situations worse than death. The society maintained silence. Youth, authorities, administratives,nobody responded. No man answered the Culprits. The fate repeated, society considered her only as a victim. Each time she scream of pain explained the end of humanity. In what sense we call ourselves as humans?Aren't we animals with sharp claws or demons that feeds flesh?