Posted it just coz' I think it's something important For everyone of us ...BE it anyone...such a situation actually hits you and believe me it actually sucks and you just start losing confidence in yourself.
So basically just some words to make someone feel better .Who knows it becomes a sort of help for any of my fellow future writers ??
OUR LIFE'S A TWIG ## --------------------------------- -------------------------------------
Our life's a twig- Clinging to the abode of internal strength and joy - On a tree that's still struggling to grow higher than the utmost limits of the sky. With its residence as a back to withstand the soil of UNPENETRABLE worldly views, Our life's a twig and its habitat is searching for survival 'loop holes' .
With the sun as a blessing that sometimes gets engulfed by destiny's clouds The twig is absolutely normal - But, is just SUNG loud. It has a mere support - but has a lot of 'soily' hindrances too ; A little wrong interpretation is ENOUGH to get it unpinned from its source - Our life's a twig and the ground - is too 'coarse' .
A little pessimistiveness and the twig loses it's strength For life gets deprived of its source and becomes tense.
Let the meadows beneath symbolize those with void throats - our kinda lovely friends And maybe life's trying to have it fair - trying to equalize the dents? Be it sunshine or be it heavy rain Life stays un-bent And possesses the power to sustain it all : Our life's a twig - that out fears the 'height' And , is not afraid of a fall.
Meadows know much - That's what I feel For they lie much close to the 'me' - REAL . ' A bit of bolster up will be worth it ' - Meadows first prove and then ,they say. Their advice is worthwhile too : For they are also a wanderer in this herd concerning life's prey.... For they too exist in this appealing, garish - grey game And are speaking in silent-unheard tones that 'fate is busy' : -beam balancing his fame.
Life isn't hard - It just knows how to pretend Our life's a twig - 'Mysteriously' blend.
This game seems fishy - But you need not to escape or hide For AGAINST a 'fearless' - The fate MUST play naive and abide .
Sometimes up and sometimes down to earth - Glorifying every act : Fate's trying to teach you to fly and rise like a phoenix ; can't you just see that ? Life INDEED isn't hard but is just a severe case of 'rumour's heavy travel bag ' ; It's just an adventurous 'game' with a humanly rule 'to brag' . Life's a 'treasure hunt' - And its something you can't deny ; It's just that - if you stay optimistic, Then, All your suspicions ( of bad luck) Are sure to fly.
For Our Life's a twig that also gains from the down pours Life's a twig and high it soars.
With no desire of getting wet ever sat under the ceiling of vast blue sky surfaced by dark clouds when it's drizzling, because you know the raindrops ain't big enough to drench you and the clouds won't continue to pour for long enough? //I like how the raindrops touch my body yet don't possess the ability to drench me whole.//
Ever wished that dark condensed water vapour floating in the sky above to split so you can see the clear sky behind? //I like to admire the permanence of the vast blue sky. And how the dark never really took over the brightness//
Ever been afraid of missing the sight of two clouds coming in contact with each other while you were feeling the gentle breeze kissing your body with your eyes closed? . . . . I like how few things does not lasts long yet possess the ability to affect a certain thing so much.
I like how you choose to stay oblivious of your future in attempt to make your present beautiful.
I like how small things makes your life worth living.
. A paper plane that carries your secret wishes. Wishes that you once clasped between your palms, then whispered them to the winds. Or Is it a fiery sword drawn by the night's sky as a burning promise?
. A beacon of life that bounces merrily, when petted with delicate touches. Or Or is it a symbol of suffering as it struggles to sprout under the burden of soil on its shoulders?
ℝ. The warmth on your eyelids, that waters down your worries, as you welcome it with open arms. Or A batch of soldiers that excitedly rush down from the sky, only to loose their individuality in muddy pools.
ℝ. A beautiful 7-coloured ring. That gives a blissful imagination of unicorns sliding down its rims. Or Is it laughable to see how easily that sad smile is masked behind a sprinkle of hues?
"What do you do ?" He asked me with his serene voice. He was gazing at me and might want to listen an answer from my aquiver lips. But those lips were silent. He was looking towards me.
Those limber katydids were crooning but I was not in the mood to listen so I whispered. "I am a seller dear ; selling lies through my metaphors." I looked at him but his look was something different which I could feel.
//Wearing the anklets of melancholies, I put on a smile on my lips like the coral pink lipstick. I lied//
It started raining again and I looked towards the sky which was no longer azure and those menaces of blackness hid the moon and those stars. But I was searching for a star to share my agonies. But noone was there except him.
I looked at him and he was standing behind me holding that umbrella but not on my head. I was getting wet with him. He was smiling but I couldn't feel his smile.
"Let's get wet together. This megalopolis will never forget you and your lies and the rain song of a mad girl" He whispered near my left ear.
Then we smiled together. The zephyr of rain was abutting both of us and our smile was shattering on the velarium of the enchanting city.
You were born Under the solasta canopy of a coruscant night .. You lay on your ma's bosom Slowly matching the rhythm of her grateful heart . From the aegis of her warm womb .. You now lay held cradled.. Betwixt her loving arms . She wrote an orison in your name that night .. "may my little one .. always be sophrosyne .. Free from all that might ever hold back or bind" She sought a Moira beautiful To bless you with .. She invoked the unseen To forever be your caim .
As you bloomed She kept crossing her heart .. Praying each night to keep the vim In you forever intact . But somewhere whelved In her anxious heart She feared what if you might fall apart ? She kept reminding you ... "Even if the world ends .. You will always have my back " Just don't drift away my child .. Like the river learn .. To flow with the flow "
You carried those words Etched in crimson in a corner of your heart .. But slowly did they turn blue ... As you kind of drifted apart .. And as you moved on.. and away .. You wore silence as a smile .. Now all she could see was When you face timed once in a while . Each time she asked of you . She heard that empty scream . But you became a clever mime artist .. And you just wouldn't let her reach . Perhaps you would be alright .. Now that you were grown up and she old .. Oft she said this to herself to comfort ..
A noceur you turned into . Sleep evaded . You kept rushing the next day .. Yet to come .. in your head . Life's a race to be won afterall . Slowly without realizing , You pushed away everything That ever mattered .. Including the loving arms That cradled you once . Betwixt eons of pauses and silence .. You conveyed your well being .. But that old frail heart Still hoped you'd turn around , For the sake of your own self .
Then one night when Everything inside just crumbled and fell .. Your quivering hands reached out To make that one call ... You remember as the walls closed in That she'd been always there .. The one who wrote an orison In your name ... The night you took your first breath ... /She was there when you were young and unsure .. And she's still there to help you through your storms and fears/
Refer- Solasta - luminous Coruscant - glittering , sparkling Aegis - protection Orison - a prayer Sophrosyne -Sophrosyne is an ancient Greek concept of an ideal of excellence of character and soundness of mind, which when combined in one well-balanced individual leads to other qualities, such as temperance, moderation, prudence, purity, decorum, and self-control. Moira - destiny Caim - an invisible circle of protection drawn around the body Noceur - one who stays up all night
water is shapeless, isn't it? at least that's what they taught us back in our elementary days when a glass of liquid could qualify in describing the ocean and all its properties of 'copying the shape of its container'.
but there were instances when the brim of the cup proves the change of such perspective, for what we see alters from time to time whenever our vision fluctuates. just like a raindrop on a glass window in an ant's point of view, a dome when looked through, causes a vague sight that blurs the actual surrounding.
the drip of excess coffee down the side of your mug and the shape of raindrops teach us how much of everything is held captive by the presence of gravity. and cancelling that variable gives us the idea that the shape of liquid is modified through the external force that meddles with it.
space isn't of nothingness but a platform that permits time to allow change to take place such that water without the pull of gravity and the meddling of any external force is a sphere, and the world is nothing less than a drop of liquid in the void, holding on to the existence of us and our own state of oblivion.
the idea of contradicting points written in science books always felt like a crime, back when our childhood was shaped into a robotic system of memorizing and memorizing, shoving us the sense of being programmed to fit in with the society for 'survival' purposes.
the usual redundance of information based on observance and obvious measures often grounded us into barely wondering about the tiniest details that can change one thing to another, as if a simple repetition could imprison things into our memory lane.
déjà vu had always been a question, gift-wrapped in uncertainty and delivered in an unexpected time frame, for we can never quite grasp things we don't control.
maybe that's why the concept of shapeless water or memory illusions always drive us into a certain scale that one can intentionally magnify as ordinary or not.
I'm being followed, And so are you. Not by a human, Or his four legged friend, Nor by the crescent moon, Or the shadow cast behind you But a mould of crude thoughts, A turbulent sea of emotions, That halt all our notions, And creates commotions.
One day to the next, for Years come and gone, Tiptoeing its way in, Planting sleepless nights. "Delve a little deeper", A voice whispers to me, "Stop! It ain't worth it", Bellows another. Thus begins a war, With words as weaponry, Bruising our hearts, Bleeding insanity. As the ground beneath fades, We slip into reality, Where tumoil subjugates, While lost is, tranquility.
Often we speak out, But things that don't matter, Fear of rejections, Expressions, expectations, Lets lend them both ears, Because every voice matters, Your thoughts maybe yours, But your problems are ours. Our stories may differ, So may the characters, But all of our feelings, Reflect like a mirror, Let's douse intolerance, And nurture acceptance, Because humanity, We're not a division.