I’ve never known beauty
As profound
As the raindrops wetting parched mud
As ink gushing out of a fountain pen’s nib
As a child’s laughter
As a mother’s heart
As a father’s embrace
As a brother’s banter
As a sister’s adoration
As love’s first moments shared in silence
As a bird’s chirping heralding a new day
As the twinkling of stars on a cloudless sky
As the sinking of sun across the shore
As your reflection beheld
In my teary eyes
If you die once of a broken heart
Do you get two next time for a fresh start?
One to bear the trials and tribulations
Of this cruel world
And one, my dear
For you
To break all over again
After every turn I take
I feel like I’ve been walking straight
But it’s been a long, long wait
To be able to finally tempt fate
Will I be seeing you round
The next corner?
Or will this distance
Just prolong my torture?
Buried in the depths
Of ancient memory
Lies a secret forbidden
Possibly long forgotten
More so for being
A gain ill-begotten
We hear murmurs of rumours still
Yet we brush them off
With a scoff
Unconvinced that they could ever apply to us
Yet history hath witnessed thus
Love does love pain beget
Which we shall always regret
So guard your heart
Chain it
Then padlock it
For there lies a secret
Buried deep in ancient memory
That even Adam had to give
A rib to be with Eve
If heavens could be moved
By the rhythmic whine of a poet
Then wouldn’t have the lonely wolf
Been long united with the Moon?
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
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.
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
Pieces of my heart
Are starting to fall apart
So, take me back to the start
For they say love’s an art?
I’m the girl who wants to go short
When she has long hair
And desperately wishes for long hair
As soon as she chops them off
I’m the girl who wants tea
And coffee
Both
At the same time
Steaming hot
But blown cold with every sip
Buyer’s regret
After days of meticulous research and planning
The instant my card is swiped
Is a very real thing
I believe in loving yourself for who you are
Yet constantly striving to do so much better and bigger
I’m a proven juxtaposition
Of paradoxes
I am fire, I am snow
And you tell me
That love will just happen to me one day?
It’ll pop up like a jack-in-the-box and take me unawares?
It’ll grow on me when I least expect it?
It’ll reaffirm itself
When I see no scope for hope?
Ridiculous, isn’t it?
Because it doesn’t matter how you fall in love
It matters that you do
It doesn’t matter why you start to love
What matters is that it stays.
