Staring at my reflection in the fast-moving train, Tolerating the looks I get from time to time, It will pass, I console my already broken soul, With the exact hollow words all the time.
They call me Trans, And I don't care, At least that's what I convince myself.
There hasn't been a day, When, I wouldn't be stared at, Sometimes they peek at me, Thinking I wasn't noticing.....
Oh! Those pitiful glances, Sorry, but I don't need them, As I, lack nothing that you possess.
I do eat the same food, And sleep during night, The same as everyone, Then why me???
Many a time, If I put my thoughts into action, Half of the human race might vanish!
I run wild into my imagination, Away from the reality, Along with some beautiful souls, Who accept and respect for the way I am, To a place where everyone is considered a human......
This is from my perspective what might be in the minds of all the beautiful and handsome souls out there......I might have not experienced these situations but this what first came into my mind when this challenge was posted. I guess it is related to the topic, if no then kindly acknowledge me !!
@writersnetwork this is so unexpected. I didn't know you would gift me with a repost monsieur. To be honest I was going to leave after bidding a short farewell. But you always make it difficult. XD Thank you so so much no matter what I love you. This is home I will always come back.
I find this place idiosyncratic. The clouds chirp blue, the scent of zephyr is sand and the look on dawn's face is crimson. I make my way to the doorway. I open the door and scrutinize. There are five people in the room; excluding me. Each leaf balancing its mosaic of spectacular colours.
"Welcome pawn, we have been waiting for you. Please take your seat" says the one sitting in the middle. His aura narrates a story itself. He doesn't have to physically attend this therapy group session to get healed. He is the king. I curl my lips a bit and nod. Joining them, taking everything in, guardedly.
"Let's start with you pawn." He ordered. He knows I am an nebulous reflection on water. First move always starts with me. I start fidgeting, when all their gazes land on me. I have never been a fan of attention. I have worn a mask for so long that I can't even recognize myself anymore.
/The war can end sooner, if we don't pretend; that there is no difference. We all know you all only matter and I am a mere loner./
This is a game and I shan't put down my walls because when people come close; they see there is nothing, that lies beyond.
"That was wise, quite relatable I must admit you are something else" mocks the rook with a noxious smirk. I clench my fist in acrimony. Relatable? I wish one day he won't live in denial. Knight smiles like licorice I noticed. It twists your guts in red. "Your turn bishop." King orders playing with his wine glass. Bishop's eyes shade to dim, as he says.
//My head is filled with ideas I dare not to say, My words are never taken seriously, for I am only here to bless everyone and pray.//
I am a nobody, and I know it. I take deep breaths and gather my thoughts. To say I am shocked would be an understatement. I am shaking, after his revelation. "You go next my queen" says the king. I look at her face and can't help but notice her forced smile and gritted teeth. She seems sweet and virtuous, but I am well aware of the burden her fragile little shoulders carry.
///You assume I do not wish to be pulled from this thorny grave. It's true I am in love with the one they call terror, but why do you forget; I am a girl who is not so brave.///
Sometimes, I compliment strangers just to reassure myself my words will not crumble like the summer leaves and drift away with the tide. King might be physically stronger, but she is the one who can turn him in. "Well said my queen" he says with a senile grin and continues, "now it's my turn."
////Try and unravel me with gentleness I bet, you will find a naive kid; who never had a childhood. I never craved for the neon orange vest you put on me, I only wish to be in a wonderland away from the bitterness.////
Maybe each passing breath is a toll. I whisper an inaudible 'sorry...' I can't take it anymore. They can't just invite me and drown me in the ocean of remorse. I gather all the stuff and prepare myself to leave. I open the door but knight's voice stops me,
"Going home pawn?" I turn back, smile sheepishly and say, 'no.' I don't have the patience to explain anything to him. I feel lonely in company. Nonetheless, I do know this is home. This is where I shall return one day, 'Going away from it.' And leave.
I've heard the words, "no pain is greater" before. I have witnessed winter shutting the ice cold door on autumn's face. The world is really big, we can't cover the entire distance but we can still walk the distance that counts.
Marriages : ------------------- Yah this is a truth and sad reality of the society we are living in where atleast you marry we are ohk with that
Then who knows how the girl is going to be treated after marriage how she is going to be forced to do labour But cant accept a love / intercaste marriage.
Rape : ---------- Rape cases are seriously accepted in our society Some cases are just suppressed just to keep family respect.
Anyways what happened to that case of MANISHA I guess it has also been suppressed
------------------------ If people mentality towards such beliefs that love marriages dont last long then the society it self shall change ....1st step should be taken by thoughts made by people and then the society changes shall follow
Note: if you wish to read, kindly take 5 minutes out of your lifetime. If too busy, skip. I won't mind. Any mistakes or corrections, do let me know.
How to love - by Devika
•1 cup of skies •2 cups of smiles •1 teaspoon of trust •a bottle of I love yous •a container of communication •an oven of home •1 glass of understanding •8 candles of sunsets and chips and candies of songs •stars and warmth
Take the container of communication and add a cup of skies, two cups of smiles and with the spoon of trust, mix them lightly, lovingly. Wear your heart on the sleeve, gaze deep into the mixture, and don't forget to munch in a bit of chips of songs and sway as you prepare. Don't waste your time thinking of the burnt bread, of last Tuesday, focus on your drunk eyes in mixing and when it's done, add few drops of essence of I love yous. Beat in whips of expectations and promises. Now add half glass of understanding and mix. Shift the dough you've prepared in a container made of words, pre heat the oven of home and place it. Wait for one lifetime, and put gloves of faith and take it out. Don't let it cool down, add sprinkles of stars, chips. By now, night must have arrived. Call your lover, and tell him to come home. Decorate the table with candles, switch off the lights of doubts. You'll hear him ring the doorbell, and a smile inadvertently comes blooming to your lips. You whisper his name, and his grin awashes you from head to toe. You feel like chocolate melting in his gaze and stare. Both of you remove your masks(literally and metaphorically) and wash hands with love. You give him some candies of songs to munch on, when you're getting ready. His voice sings peace to you, you are 1000 miles away from him, physically, but emotionally and spiritually he's with you, in your mind and heart. You hold hands and you walk to bed and he sleeps in your lap, like a baby, afraid to let you and him go when the time comes and your eyes tired but never tired of looking at his face, illuminating love which you've never seen. He says, it's the reciprocation of your heart, but you deny, every single time. You kiss his forehead, and your worn out heart heals itself as my eyes close to the uncertainty, tommorow brings, humming a song that echoes.
You put his head on the pillow, it seems like the most difficult task of the world. You clean the table and remove the remains of the candle. You gulp down the last piece of the cake. Pale Moonlight falls upon your skin, as you smile wearily, and play The moon song. And come back to your empty head and an occupied overwhelmed heart.
And you decide to write a letter.
"Dear, Life is supposed to be this way like how it is
Based on some study, a human mind has close to 6200 thoughts per day. It can be a response to a stimulus, or something triggering our memories or hormones, or love, or pain, or just plain thoughts but thoughts do need a stimulus. How it originates is not a simple question but what happens to a thought just after it takes birth? Does it dissolve away? Does it gets transformed into another? What is the life span of a thought?
We forget how tiny and trivial our decisions and opinions and actions are. Aren't they? We live on earth which is 3.5 million times bigger than us. Jupiter can hold within itself more than 1300 earth-s and Sun is 11 times wider than Jupiter. Lying at the centre of Pistol Nebula of the milky way, shining 10,000,000 times brighter, Pistol Star is 100 times bigger than our sun. We don't know how many solar systems there might be in the milky way, till yet 500 but there may be close to 100 billion. Regarding the number of galaxies in our universe, it is reported there are 200 billion in the observable universe. The universe that we can perceive is split into observable and unobservable parts, the first being grouped as the region consisting of the matter than can be observed from the earth and the latter is supposed to be the same as the observable spherical region of the universe. The more we look into the universe, the more we're looking back into time. Also, there might be multiple multiverses. But everything's vague and for one thing, every number we know, everything we've known, everything is somewhere between 0 to infinity..
Isn't this overwhelming? You'd must say you knew this already for one fact to accumulate the exact figures I spent 2 hours. 2 hours from my life which is approximately 70 years, if I don't contract any life-threatening disease, or meet up with an accident, or commit suicide, or not hanged or perhaps could even exceed the limited time period if I take care of the lifestyle. I'm sounding so stupid right now, that it feels as if I'm choking the already known facts at the end of my throat and pushing it down deep. Perhaps this is what existential crisis looks like. The epiphany that you're running out of time, you need answers to questions, you need meaning in life.
Out of 6,200 half of my thoughts are of you. And they take birth and die simultaneously however I try to capture them, the same way I try to capture memories and fail miserably, they slip away. There are so many emotions ungrouped, unnamed, just felt in my mind and body which I'm trying to put into words. I don't know how to convert my thoughts into words of paper. As I type this letter to you, my heart at a normal pace but my mind racing past scores of thoughts to etch this right one into this moment.
We're small and maybe our love and lives are considered frivolous. But you make me feel things, make me feel good. I feel selfish and selfless at the same time.
This reminds me of the excerpt from The fault in our stars
|• I'm in love with you," he said quietly.
"Augustus," I said.
"I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you. •|
Sometimes we hurt each other in ways unimaginable and overwhelming. But we keep oscillating in this circle driven by the centripetal force of our love. "You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices." I do, I do. And it'll be the same, as long as it's meant to be. Maybe one day the centripetal force would start waning right infront of our eyes, slipping from our fingers and we'll be thrown tangentially away from each other and the force. I suppose the fact that we're wasting the moment we have right now thinking of something we can't change of the past and worrying about both certain and uncertain things should be eye opening.
One day, it'll make sense. One day, it'll stop. One day it'll be just a memory written on a piece of paper, or hidden in the storage of non functional phone, one day, life on Earth would end, one day sun would die, the planets would keep dying and one day time would stop. The only thing we can do is keep growing flowers of hope, knowing one day the flowers would wilt. Till that day, I'll keep loving you. I'll keep loving you. And do what my conscience says, and help out those who need help but are too afraid to ask.
Miracle ; yes it happened to me when I felt the sunshine in my arms, leaving me with a piece of its shimmer.
A.crumbled piece of passion , rested there in my soul. Like the yellow leaf , fallen from its shoot, It lay with cracks and abrasion And hung somewhere in the hedges of pauses. Then came the sunshine With all the spark in the serene eyes It kissed the frozen folklore Peeking from my veins of vapidity And I sensed its divinity, deep down the spine. The vibrations tossed the numb nerves And butterflies found their Bellflowers Where proses bloomed and poems grew. Sensitiveness swirled the sea of sonnets, And the miracle rained on the rising curve. I tried holding the eternity in my arms But the ethereal sunshine lit my passion And left with a piece of its shimmer in my soul For there are a million heliophilic hearts That await illumination by its divine arts Now I write of the sunbeams . Its scintillating aura still embracing me And I feel its music, flowing through my veins Like the euphony of summery streams