It all began with a wish
of being rich, wealthy, powerful But where did it end? was it a happy ending? How would I know I was blinded by the greed Thinking one day I will have enough, enough for me to fulfill that one wish but did that ever happen? No, because I perpetually kept asking for more and more and more Little did I know that this would be a drug A drug that would be the end of my happiness Because no matter how much I get I want more It is when I encountered a jovial man I asked, “how much is it that you have to have such glistening eyes?” To which he replied with content “I am not rich, but I am satisfied” Only then I realized I had fulfilled the wish for which this all started long back The only thing that wasn’t fulfilled was my greed.
Some days I just wanna stay in a place and watch my life as it goes by like still-water observes the beauty around, just the same way I want to appreciate the little things I miss in the daily haste
And while I stay there and discover how so many people do little things for me and I forget to thank them; and I want to feel gratuitous
I wanna stop for a while and not do anything and see how far I have reached from where I started; and I want to feel proud
I wanna stop thinking about tomorrow; about my problems; about my future; I just want to think about the things I already have; and I want to feel lucky
I don’t want to think about the time I have wasted till now; or
the places I have to reach; or things I need to know; or questions I need to answer; or problems I need to solve And it’s not necessary that I need to feel accomplished like I have reached my destination because at times the view before reaching the destination is better than the destination itself I just want to enjoy that
Because resting is important, doing nothing is important too Like an electronic device charges faster when kept undisturbed while charging I wanna fill/charge myself with all these beautiful energies.
Do you feel the same? What’s stopping you then? Remember you can only watch the reflection of the sunset in still-water
So at times being still and doing nothing is not bad/wrong
And then after resting
I want to start again
To the person whom world muses as an institution of perfection,
Isn’t it tiring to be expected to be correct all the time?
To know everything?
Don’t we forget that she is a human before being a mother?
It’s her first time being a mother too and even if it’s not she can’t be blamed for being imperfect!
A mistake without a bad intention is forgiven everywhere
In every shrine
But for mothers?
It is often wrapped in questions instead
“How could you not know?”
“What kind of a mother are you?”
She is still trying to find the answer to these questions the world imposes on her,
What kind of mother are you?
And sometimes she has the answer (the one which the world hasn’t heard of!)
‘A Human Mother, the one who makes mistakes and learns from them’
A Mother who maybe once or many times didn’t understand what was wrong with the child; or
What the child meant to say; or
What was happening to him…..
And who gave us the right to decide if she failed or passed at being a mother?
Who decides that and on what merits?
Ever thought how burdened does she feel when we assume she knows it all
How paranoid she is due to the expectations of the world
She has looked at her mother and all the other mothers,
but found the same helplessness in their eyes
who have accepted these assumptions as a gospel
So now she stops waiting for someone to break this chain of expectations,
And she does what they did
She accepts the rule too
That A MOTHER MUST KNOW IT ALL
She has nowhere to go for help
So now she tells herself she knows it all and thinks it’s her duty to know it all
Played a video game before?
Former levels being Easy to engage you and the latter ones being tough,
but you are still stuck to it because we love challenges
So is life
it will get burdensome
but you will clear these levels
maybe not right now, after the break but that’s happening for sure
So do not think of quitting it
this game of life cannot be uninstalled
But can be triumphed
I am creek of words which leads to an ocean of emotions
Like water, I can flow through your heart and soul
Remember how you read me back then in school?
in your English classes to write exams
and now when the life examines you
Here you are searching for answers in me again!
I am not girlish (Is that what you think of me?)
I am a manifestation of love
but that’s not all
If only a novel is written on my story would people know
how I was lost in the heaps of heavy novels
but little would they know that I am a lot more than what they define me
a magician for those who believe in magic
a way of protest for a rebel
a song for the musician
a lullaby for a baby
a guide for the lost
a prayer for a devotee
a wave of feelings
the healing for a hurt
and a lot more!
I am a Poem
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How much do we hurt ourselves by hiding our pain
to show how strong we are!
because we know that people often confuse Numb with Strong
they define strong as: one who can bear the pain
one who does not feel the pain
How many times have we laughed at our own scars
and told misleading stories of how we never felt anything
instead of telling them the pain behind those stories and the strength we had to still go on with them
Ever wondered how scary wars are?
But shouldn’t I be used to it
because it happens everyday here?
But how do I explain my heart the concept of getting used to it
where he sits there in my chest
pounding on every scream
waiting for a day to come when this will end
when it will see peace, silence, love, solace, beauty
and only then will it beat to its normal rhythm
because here it skips a beat on every scream not in the fear of this fight being about him
but the fear of this being never ending
Fear of not being able to escape this war
This war where the battlefield is his own house
the assassins and the victims both are his loved ones
Where he does not understand the family tree because for him it has never been that way
And ask that kid how much he loves an escape!
Ever wondered how hostile they feel at home?
I know it is tough really really tough to live with these burdens they have put on you and tried to fill your ears about me but I want you to know I am not at all like what they tell you I am and I don’t want you to be anything like they want you to be, because I want you to be you and this does not get us to a fairy tale ending where there will be all love and no fights, there will be love and fights but above all there will be trust and understanding and we won’t need to go to an island and live in a forest to experience this kind of love, because we will stay where we are now and in amidst of these concrete jungles we will build our own garden of love which will have flowers of friendships and thorns of reality, green grass of happiness and dried bush of sorrow, it will have people entering the garden who will make your life easier but there will also be people who will just try to litter.
But above all this me and you will together take care of it playing on our strengths and working on our weaknesses.
It will never be easy because there will be rains and winds that will make our times tough but there will always be the sunshine that will make it all right.
As a child I saw a tree grow back in my yard It mesmerised me by its beauty It taught me how even the thickest branch needed the support of the thin roots to stay strong It taught me how being kind and giving need not come with expectations It taught me how it was okay to be heavy with the leaves of thought, guilt and regret Because there will always be a winter when you shed it all and start fresh again It taught me how much ever dust of mistakes settles on me there will be rain which will wash them away
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