A long long way, my friend!

 

 

 

From darkness to light,

From euphoria to composure,

From restless to still,

From conversations to soliloquies,

From finding loneliness debilitating to reveling in the glory of solitude,

You have come a long way, my friend.

Lost in Expression.

I wish you could know how I yearn when I think of you.

I wish you could read my thoughts when I walk past the places we have been to.

I wish I could find words when it comes to expressing it to you.

I wish you knew whatever I say will be an understatement of my love for you.

I wish I could talk as well as I can write.

I Write.

I write to let these black and white letters paint a colourful canvas in imagination.

to pour my heart out, to etch memories in time.

to face facts and hard realities and see them as they are...untainted.

to take a step back and reflect, to be truthful to self.

to unwind, to untangle my thoughts, to move on.

I write to accept reality.

I write to remind myself the ever extant beauty in an uncertain world...

to keep my hopes high, to keep my integrity and conscience intact,

to reclaim myself, to light up the fire within and to re-lit it time and again,

I write to be a phoenix.

I write to live the dream...

to endure and persist when the going gets tough,

to stand up and keep moving forward,

I write to summon the courage to go on.

I write to relive the happy bygones...

to reinterpret and re-tell the misfortunes and vicissitudes,

I write to lament the unrequited love.

I write to remind myself that there exists magic in the seemingly mundane world...

to travel back in time and to write future,

to find eloquence in silence than speech,

to confide in these letters when I feel I can't confide in anyone else,

I write to let the words speak for themselves.

Little Girl.

Little Girl,
Realise.
There is no home for you.
There will be no lighthouses for you.
You gender would not let you have one.

Society likes you
Enslaved. Domesticated.
That inner fire estinguished.
Those dreams trampled on.

The fantasy of knight in the shining armour,
Is not that great after all.
He saves you from the crowd.
But enslaves you after all.

You are your own home.
Your own light house.
Your own knight.
Shine bright.

The Hills and The Plains

You stir me to instil life in emotions
I thought were long dead
Resting in peace
To never move me

The unbound love
And the age of innocence
The peace of simply being
The magic in the sunlit corridors

Roll it on hon. We have only today.
With the careless clouds you smoke away,
I am ceaselessly whirled into your spell,
Tracing sunbeams filtering your eyelashes.

When you will be away in the hills,
Know your imprints remain fresh.
The glow fades away,
But heart stays young.

In the cold nights of plains,
When chilly breezes will blow,
And I traverse rocky roads alone,
My feet will miss your warmth.
But the heart will know best.