Changing the world, one word at a time.
Between one bad decision
And another
She learnt to survive
Through one disaster
After another
She learnt to move on
From one heartbreak
To another
She learnt life goes on
From one day
To the other
She learnt to live
She’s still waiting
However
To feel alive.
The true measure of a man
Might forever remain a mystery
But to measure the depth
Of human misery
One needn’t look any further than
A barkeep meeting with a cabbie.
Can you even begin to fathom
The stories they would swap
Of a myriad emotions
Passing across human countenances
Visible through a mirror
Of a plethora of burdens
Lightened over the course a drink
To a sympathetic listening ear.
If heavens could move
By the rhythmic whine of a poet
Then wouldn’t have the lonely wolf
Been long united with the Moon?
Words evade me
With a mind on overdrive
I’ve lost the will to write
Feelings consume me
Making me too alive
A dulling of senses
Is a much needed respite
When we collided
Round the corner of the street
I swear
Your eyes and my heart colluded
To buckle my knees
While my mind beat a hasty retreat
Which, my dear, is no ordinary feat
My body is a temple
A shrine to my soul
I won’t feed it garbage
And expect it to be bountiful
with my health
I won’t leave it parched of water
And look forward to glowing skin and hair
I won’t sloth around whole day
Without turning into an orb
I won’t stay awake all night
And want a head that doesn’t ache
My body is my temple
It will be what I make
Of it
What I give
Is what I will receive
Threefold in return.
My daily prayer, maybe?
1. To be loved
By ME. Discover my self again. Realise I’m a hoot with a heart. I spend so much time being hard on myself and finding faults or seeking to do better that I often forget I’m doing my best, I deserve some rest and it’s okay, IT IS OKAY, to not be perfect all of the time. More importantly, I need no one’s validation nor adulation to prove I am lovable. This summer I want me to be my favourite person to get to know and hang out with.
Of my own expectations. The shackles holding me back are of my own mind’s construct. The disappointments I repeatedly face, are due to my own high bars. I need to take a step back, reassess my goals, breathe free and rise above. What I can dream today, I can achieve tomorrow.
More mindful. Of what I allow to touch my soul. Be it negativity, junk food, never-ending cheat days, toxic relationship, toxic masculinity. Nothing should have the power to steal the wind beneath my wings. I am what I allow myself to be. I allow what I feel for. What feels right. What makes me feel right, in mind and in body. Wellness over fitness, mindfulness over mental space.
To go for what I know I deserve and have earned. To not submit before others, to no longer bow or kowtow. To have no regard for what others will think of me. Need, yearn and pine for my heart’s deepest desire and then go ahead and grab it with both hands. Make no apologies, take no prisoners. I owe no one my successes, just like my failures are my own.
The world in technicolour is a loud, sleepless place. There’s no rest for the weary. A thousand things go on my mind at any given point of time. A hundred voices are aimed at me every second of every day. Some I agree with, most I don’t. Some make me shout, some scream, some screech and some cringe. But before giving in to my inner voice, I should take a pause. AND LISTEN. Not just hear. Imbibe. Understand what’s happening around me, where it’s stemming from and, more importantly, where it’s headed towards. Analyze. For a moment, just be quiet so I can be loved, free, mindful and greedy while happily co-existing.
What did you not know you needed this summer? Tell me, I am listening. Try me, I will be mindful. Follow me, for I’ll let you partake of my greed, love yourself, as I am going to love us both.
A pencil pusher, people pleaser
Met with
A pyretic pushover
And we got
A self satisfying simmer
And in that very moment
I learnt
What it meant
To grow up
You see
It comprises
A lot of unspoken words
A few unkept promises
A dozen unshed tears
Some silent screams
And a hope
The hope
That life goes on
And in the end
It’ll all make sense
Even if it doesn’t
It’ll be a worthwhile ride
For sometimes
The journey
Is its own reward
And, hence,
I’ve decided
To write some more.
The nicest person I have ever known
Had a whole lot of things to say
But chose to remain quiet instead
And smiled
A smile
I can never forget
