Reformers are people like you and me who have the audacity to chase rainbows and a little more to reach a successful execution.
/ Lay down a cornerstone to hit the milestone./
Exhibit dissent to the highest authorities which were raised for the well-being of a nation but over time, their subject-matter has changed. Their vision of development is limited to minting money for their own greedy-self. To stabilise this instability, a change is needed in the heart of political agendas and system, on the whole.
Exhibit dissent to the primitive and refined malpractices that are still followed behind the locked doors, open fields, on humans and animals, against abuse (mental or physical), patriarchy, violence, discrimination, stereotypes, bias, irrational traditions and myriad other atrocities that are pulled off day in and day out among us, by us. To annihilate the lair of inequity, a change is needed in our corroded mindset, ethos, roots, upbringing, by and large, in our dear society.
Zone out sternly off the virtual world and look around. Meet, communicate, engage with and chill around with family and people, in person. Break down the walls of seclusion. Embrace flaws and appreciate unfiltered faces. Sympathise, empathise and close in on reality. To restore the long lost "connection" between us and the people next door, a change is needed in our personality, praxis, broadly in our living.
Long story short-- "Dissent is important for a change and change is persistent and inexorable." So, why not change for good?
O' offsider, Let dissent prevail, Let ideas exchange, Uncloak your veil, Effectuate a change.
We are the ones who are hard to understand We'll be the last ones in the movie theatre because the ending scene made us cry We'll stop to smell the roses because they deserve to be appreciated We are the ones who will take the time to get to know what keeps you up at night We are the ones who will imagine an entire future of adventures with the people who show us love
We are the ones who will love you more than we love ourselves sometimes We will give you our strongest parts in hopes that we can make things better We desire to see you become the best you to make sure that you always feel our love We crave affection and appreciation We give a piece of ourselves away every day sometimes to people who don't deserve it Our love is easy to take advantage of and sometimes we don't get back the love that we give away
When we hurt, we crumble and fall apart We constantly have to put ourselves back together We are more fragile than we like to give off We carry our emotions on our sleeves Our flaws have the ability to consume us We aren't afraid to give you the world but we are afraid to feel unloved We want you to see what we see We want you to understand where we're coming from
We are good people with good intentions We are stronger than we look like Not everyone can feel the way we feel We feel too much, too often We are not hard to love We are something not everyone knows how to love But you need to remember that your worth does not change just because no one is there to appreciate you, to remind you
You are not any less lovable You are the most lovable person in the world You are a light that the world needs Your kindness is not your weakness You do not need to change for anyone's acceptance You do not need to stop giving love just because you don't get any back Your heart is the best thing about you
And one day when you least expect it someone will notice you from across the room and know exactly how to love you They will think all of these things are beautiful They will deserve the love you can give They will fill the empty space in your heart But for now, don't stop feeling We are the ones who feel everything so deeply We are the ones who can't give up because We are the ones who will teach the world how to love
Poseidon, i, hold dear storms close to my chest. i fancy the loud roars as they thump along with my heartbeat just as fine. built to withstand heavy thunderstorms, i don't search for excuses in the face of my fears, i let my smile deal with the roughness they have to offer. i dont mean to enrage them, but i just cant afford to steer away from them my heart; its built exactly for these storms.
but the burden that's been lying on my puny heart is too much for it to bear alone, so getting drifted along with the wild winds is what it wishes for. to feel a tad bit less heavier than usual, is what it prays for.
and my mind, it sails through the waves of time with ease as it perseveres even through this season of severe high tide. waves wish to get the best of me but im a surfer in a sea that is my home, im the one who waits eagerly for them at the end of the day, by the door.
holding the high ground on the seashore, i laugh in the face of the waves. i throw bits and pieces of myself to this washed up little beast as i smirk at its inability to devour me whole. famished, it stares at me funny. its mind, ive not known, but one thing im well aware of is that we both share a large appetite and we both have egoes of the size of black holes. the laughter is although ephemeral, it doesnt last long as i forget its not forgotten to hunt after all these years. the angry waves, they pounce at me with all of their unconstrained strength, and drag me away from the shore.
Her tears are made of stardust, as she weeps, constellations rush to wipe them away with hasty winds and hurricanes, the fire in her eyes, puts the sun to shame and hell confesses all its sins as she pirouettes mercilessly amidst the flames.
Her touch is soothing enough to alleviate all your miseries, she dresses wounds, bleeding poetry, with a thread of metaphors and with one soft caress, she heals the broken, forlorn hearts.
It is said that you attract what you think, maybe that's why poets rhyme their melancholy, and still wish for a miracle. It isn't that rare, just be a little more observant and you'll be surprised at what you find. Hope and happiness create beautiful symphonies together, but if you let the burden of expectations in, it's certain to cause discordance.
In between the cold droplets of August and humid sky of October, there's a soft wind; hidden in the rusty pages of September, that would take away your sorrows, pour them down the parched lane of a dry summer and make you hopeful once again. Months are not just pages on a calender, they're much more; feelings indescribable. Each one holds a certain emotion, that floods in the middle of emptiness and fades away when you get used to it. As years pass by, you keep running in circles, waiting for the one that rhymes with your soul and holds your abode.
Between the pages of my favourite novel, there's a chocolate wrapper, pressed and preserved; a fossil of forever, that now lies in a coffin of words. I sometimes wish to crumble it between my fingers and throw it away. But I can't, for it's a souvenir of a miracle, one that led to beautiful memories. Memories are bittersweet, either they build you or break you; into fragments not worth stitching back. Scattered stars are what add beauty to the sky, anyways, so you can be a mess and still shine.