So happy in so little
So sad with so much
The gap between the haves and have nots
Is more often than not bridged
With what we call a smile
It’s a curve
And, at times, a curveball
It’s either served
On a platter
Or at a buffet, free for all
It carries with it the ghosts of unshed tears
Of trials, tribulations and all our fears
And silent screams of anguish
And efforts rendered futile
But they are what fuel and drive it
Through that very last mile
I know what sunk cost fallacy is
But that muscle in my chest doesn’t
And so it’ll go on investing
And we’ll go on co-existing
Because you’re here
And I’m here
And we’ve put in too much of ourselves already
There’s poetry for pain
There’s poetry for healing
There’s poetry for love
There’s poetry for dealing
If you can feel it, know it, see it
There’ll be some poem to describe it
And that’s how we live
And relive it
This circus of being human
Writing takes my pain and turns it into something beautiful. It draws from my sorrow and colours it with a rainbow. It sets me free and lights me up. It’s a hug from my mother and from my dad a chin up.
I hope I can do for you what writing does for me. I hope you can read this once and learn to simply be.
Today and forever remember
Love is always the right answer
If I could bear witness to how the dawning of a new day feels to the night sky
If I could but fathom how the presence of a baby’s laughter rejuvenates wizened, wrinkled skin
If I could even vaguely imagine how the withdrawal of high tides bereaves the rocky shore
If I could simply know, feel and experience all the wonders and mysteries of this world, I’d like to believe I’d still be awed by the beauty of it all
Enough with the lies
Enough with the hiding
Enough with the erasure
Enough with the overthinking
Of how others perceive me
From now on
I plan to be myself
Purely and unapologetically myself
Because, guess what?
I am enough
I’m stronger than you’ll ever give me credit for
Cause I know all too well
That the only difference between right and wrong
Is what I choose to do
You’re weaker than I could have ever imagined
Because you don’t seem to realise yet
That the only difference between love and hate
Is who you choose to be
A life full of meaning. If not for the world, then just for my own self.
A love that matters. Might not leave a mark in your life, but indelible in my heart.
A thought, a poem or a story – not long enough to be printed in a book but strong enough to be imprinted in your mind.
Holding onto each other. Might not always hold hands – sometimes just wrapping my fingers around your littlest one would do.
Swaying to music unheard. Hair dancing in the wind. Eyes squinting under a sunny sky. Laughter twinkling till I die.
I’ve shown you mine, now won’t you tell me yours?
Nested in my heart is a long standing desire
A hope to remain unscathed
After having played with fire
To live a life full of life
And lay in peace every night
Pass a smile all around
With feet firmly on the ground
And maybe then I’ll finally retire