Scars

Round and round we go

Searching for what, who knows

We twist and turn,

We shine and burn.

We drown and we fly,

We laugh and we cry.

We do this and much, much more

Mix and match our emotions

Ride many a storm

And in the end, we hide our battle scars

Under pretty make up and flowers.

What we realize until too late

Is that the lines that mar our slate

Those gashes in our emotional state

Are to be worn with pride

And baby, we are worth

Our weight in gold and many a earth.

And then a new life emerge

A Superhero so comes forth

To show the world

That all heroes have scars.

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She Didn’t Know

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She didn’t know how to love

Blindly, she followed his trail

Broken, her eyes shed blood

Her heart now frail.

She didn’t know how to trust

Hardened, she turned him away

Soon, he broke at her every defense

Her soul called for him each day.

She then knew

Love was a tryst

Rationality be damned

Lovers melt into mist

She then knew.

Trapped

Baby,

Its when even the fire can’t overpower the rain,

Even the love can’t overpower the hate,

Its when the fleeting moments of happiness can’t overpower the darkness in your soul,

Its when you are free, but you feel trapped,

Its when a ghost lingers , questioning.

Always questioning.

And there are only doubts.

Then the Divine Entity is paving the way for you,

For you to know.

That now is the time that you leave, with peace that you have tried enough.

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Dark Enough? *laughs*

I was going through this time in my life where I did not know what I was doing with it. So, I decided to take a little time off my blog (which has just started) to re-evaluate.

Annnnd Good newss!

I’M BACK.

A little love poem up next tomorrow! Do follow and post constructive criticism. šŸ˜€

The Light

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I envy those who can remain kind in this world.

It is a cold, dark and cruel place with egos, frustrations and violence at play.

Power games, manipulations, greed and exploitation.

Where ‘the bad’, more often than not, wins.

Corruption wins.

And the lone voice of goodness and truth, is crushed. Like aĀ light– snuffed out.

It may seem as a start of a story tale retelling, with the setting to the hero’s entry.

The one that makes all the difference. The harbinger of change.

But this isn’t a badly scripted story. It is life.

Our life.

And we do not have a hero.

The future plainly seen is utter destruction. People that tear each other down for personal gain.

Ethics and morals lost.

So, how can someone be kind?

Maybe, kindness needs to be saved. Protected from the dark grasps of all that is wrong with the world.

So that it can multiply untouched.

We need to save the light.

The Cold

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There are times when you feel unloved,

Times when you feel that people do not really understand you.

There are times when you want to scream out from the sting in your heart,

Times when you know that the worst is yet to come.

You are cold.

And this cold can’t be chased away by a blanket or a fire.

This cold will stay till your heart deems it has warmed up to another, or the same, set of people.

Sometimes, the cold doesn’t surround you.

It originates from your very soul.

And you realize

It is not the presence of a winter

But the absence of love.

Who are you?

Like millions before you, like millions after. Many will come and go.

Just like you.

You believe in you, what you are, your aspirations, your dreams. But who are you really? Does not the fact that there are millions others with the exact same ambition, the exact same dream haunt you? You are no different.

As I write this on a cool rainy evening, I feel a slight sense of foreboding. What makes you different. Seven and a half billion people are currently residing on planet earth. You meet an average of a thousand people that you might even remember the names of. And vice-versa. So what do you do to stand out?

Asking my parents this question had them looking at me as if I had lost my ever-loving mind. ‘Why do you think like this?’ is a question I am used to now.

Maybe…Maybe the similarities end with the ambitions and dreams. Maybe the differences are that we are unique because we are who we are because of our reactions and decisions. Circumstances are never the same for all. Our take on it makes us different.

But does it really? Have we not heard that human nature is predictable? Our reactions, our aspirations, our circumstances… There are people who do find themselves. Self-discovery is a beautiful thing. Is there supposed to be an enlightening day where I let go of all the doubts and know by a certainty? The only remaining question that lingers is

Who am I?