I have always been distrustful,
Skeptical of people’s affections and intentions
Less because of the arrows along my spine
And more because of my rose-coloured eyes,
But I have learnt to trust
Myself,that no betrayal would break me
My corporality is not built upon the mosaics of their being
I have always been territorial,
Ferociously protective of what is mine
And look how those demarcative thorns
Marred the beauty
So I learnt to lower the weapons
But I havn’t forgotten the art of war
I will destroy you
If you cross the line
It doesn’t have to be skillful strokes of a paintbrush,
A blank canvas would love
even the abstract splashes of colours on it
It doesnt have to be a particular kind
to be perfect
You ask me what is art,
The stain of blood in the creases of my fingers
And spilled ink
You are the firmament draped over my existence ,
glittering in moonlight
And I am the seven seas
Contained in your heart,
Rising and falling with every breath
I reflect your azure
You are heaven
Who can ever map us together?
Yet we meet
Such that no eye can see
Where you end and I begin
Distance can’t stop whats meant to be
A soul brimming with life
came forth to this world
that intended to bind,
where wars seemed to be rife,
While peace was the first syllable
on people’s mind
Divulged into a life of pain
where love was found to be a mask,
The skies opened up for an envious rain
while hatred had a devilish task
The soul now touched with evil,
Tainted with fear,
Devoid of zeal
was caged in its own skin,
Crippled by sin
perhaps of love
or perhaps humanity I gave it my spirit,
tried to conjure it
And exalt it to its epiphany
A little faith and alacrity
But the poison of its septic existence
had eviscerated its essence,
The dead can not be healed
My spirit swirled around its corpse
Then faded away into wasteful nothingness
When your heart has been shoved and thrown around
When your faith walks on broken glass
I know its hard to hope
When you have bled so much regret
I know its hard to see
When you have had dust of lies blinding your eyes
While you scramble for the truth
Beneath the pile of crumpled pages of your trust
I know its hard to let yourself Love again
But love happens
You dont have to go looking for it
It doesnt need your flashlight
Even if your heart is buried in the core of your hatred
Even when people could start eating each other
And you couldnt care less
It may not be returned
May not be understood
May not be valued
May not be forever
But its always there
holding the atoms of our souls together
The lady: Do you hear me
When I tell you ,friend
That life has many a thorns,
To bleed is why we come here
And leave as all is done
Aphrodite: Do you believe me
When I tell you friend
That somewhere cloistered
In the embroidery of thorns
Lies the purport of our lives
Beautiful like a red red rose
That blossoms when kissed by our blood
We watch our kind
Living off one another’s flesh
And blink our shutters
Then go on about our lives
Those of us who cry;
Why are we not able to
Flood this filthy clay-sphere
Encrusted with rotting flesh,
And flush the stench of death away?
Those of us who walk on ;
those bones Crunching under our feet
Blood and mucus stuck to our soles
Where are we trying to reach?
This is a goddamned circle-
You tear your way out of flesh
And breathe misery and greed in
Untill the earth takes back
Your meat suit
Yeah we all have our numbers
Upgraded to trillions,zillions,gazillions
Some of us rub our taste buds off
But I wonder
When we will be successful enough
To weigh the worth of our breaths
Heartaches and heartbreaks
Treachery and misery
Loneliness and sickness
Music and panic
Birth and death
All thats good
And all thats bad
Thats what life is
And life is beautiful
For all those who think
They can take it no more
For all those afraid
Ready to give up
Have u seen
A butterfly flapping its fragile wings
In a blink of shimmering colour
Do you not know
It was once an ugly caterpillar?
Have you ever danced in the rain?
And set asail paper boats
In a seascape drain?
Have you ever felt the tiny hands of a baby clutch at your fingers?
Doesn’t that fill your heart with love and joy?
Have you ever looked at
meadows of spring
Leaves of the fall
Flakes of the winter
And wondered who made this world so wondrous?
If you have then you must know
The master painter gave you this life
A silent canvas
to paint with eloquent hues
Because life is beautiful
And those who havnt seen or felt
You must stop and taste
The nectar of life
Before you say the grapes are sour
And walk away
“winning is everything.The only ones who remember you when you come second are your wife and your dog”
– DAMON HILL
The competitive world that we live in today is all about schedules,ticking clocks,stacking money and rushing.
All of that crazy frenzy aims at staying ahead.staying ahead of time,Being a step nearer to achievement than others. Its all about winning the race.
So when we are all looking ahead we see nobody by our side.
First,they have got no time
Second,almost everybody hates you.
Because when you are winning they are losing.
But haters gotta hate. Bitches gotta bitch. Thats what they strive in.The sight of you standing there,A winner who did it without their help ,despite their discouragement and pulls.
It kills them
It shouldnt matter when you feel lonely because you cant bring yourself to rely on anyone because of all the backstabs you have braved.
The people who gave you the push you needed are looking out for you and at you.The pride in their eyes more prominent than yours.
And the losers, well nobody is paying attention to them except the other losers
The throne can not be shared.
The winner always stands alone.
I may fall
I may taste the dust
On bloody elbows and skinned knees
Now I may crawl
But I will rise
The sun at dawn
I must go on
Yes I must
Listen to the whisper of dreams
And chase star light beams
I must follow the beacon of destiny
I must awaken the warrior in me
I have burst out of the carapace
To behold beauty,
Covered with ugly bruises
But my wounds have to heal
I have to walk on and I will
These are baby steps
The pencil strokes that make abstract shapes
Abstract shapes that build landscapes
Landscapes painted with hues of dreams
Dreams entwined with life at the seams
Life awaits me
Though sweat and blood drenched
I will walk the length
I believe I have the strength
There is a thin line,a string of few breaths,between life and death.There is acceptance that separates fiction and reality.There is again a blurry line between ego and selfesteem which is distinguished by character.
Similarly there is a very thin line of distinction between solitude and loneliness. “choice” separates them.
Solitude is a choice and Loneliness is helplessness,a burden meant to be carried but without will.
When there is no one to turn to at the hour of need,you are lonely
When there is no one to discern the grief behind your smile,you are lonely
When there are hundreds of people but no one who understands you,you are lonely.
And it makes such a difference,such a bad difference.life loses its vigour and turns a dull shade of grey cause there is no one to splash it with paint. Being alone in a crowd is worse than being just alone.infact just alone is a source of bliss to lovers of solitude.you have your ownself for company and you enjoy it.That is solitude.
Solitude is that moment of peace when you sit down on the terrace with a cup of coffee and you savour it because you love coffee not because u need a kick of caffeine to get you through another late night at work.
Solitude is that that bliss when you know you are at peace with yourself and you are loved by others.
Solitude is when you know you are alone only till you want to be.
It helps you get yourself the precious time that you deserve
It helps you grow
But loneliness crushes your spirits and triggers insecurities.If your friends mistake your need for momentary solitude as reclusion then yes,you are lonely and also misunderstood.
But lets remember its only a thin line of separation
It can be bridged!
Even in lonely hours when all you need is a friend who would hear you bawl and sniff through the story of your heartache…. Be strong!
Wipe your own tears
And stretch your hands
Fitting fingers will fill the gap between yours.
Trust time and do not give up.
You asked for solitude and got loneliness??
Then mould it into solitude and attain innerpeace.
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