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Showing posts with label emotions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label emotions. Show all posts

Friday, 30 August 2013

Can she be heard?

She was the best
she was the prettiest
she was the smartest
she had everything they wanted

She seemed to be the best
She seemed to ace in all
she seemed to charm everyone
she seemed perfect. 

She was the largest vessel 
made from the best engineers
and of the highest quality,
all ready to set sail.

Little did anyone know 
her maiden voyage
was not her very first at all
No, nobody could know.

One too many storms
one too many whirlpools
one too many crashes
one too many times she has gone off course.

But the people in this world
were too shallow to realise
that even the largest vessel
is a grain in the world's ocean.

Many a times she stumbled and fell
shattered and broken
but strength regained and renewed,
she recovered and surged on.

Sails torn and tattered
supplies reached a new low;
she kept her flag flying high
mast standing tall and proud.

For these are battle scars,
meant only for the strong.
She was ready for more,
her mind was set.

She will not be invisible
in the sea of regiments and superficiality
She struggles to be heard
even though her voice drowns in that sea.

Efforts wasted no more,
she will start anew
with a facade of confidence,
and tread on fine lines of trust. 

Now, the people will believe her
that she will sail smooth
that she will go far
that she is perfect. 

Beneath the delusions, 
lied a desirous heart.
The last glimmer of hope,
wishing to be accepted. 

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Have you ever felt like that vessel? Large, but empty? The best, but still swallowed by the oceans? Crashed, but still surging on? You struggle to be heard in the scene, but nobody listens. Sometimes, you just have to stop and look, not see, at what is around you. Sometimes, being a wallflower may just be the best choice. Because you've already done your best, because only you can understand the efforts you put in, because you deserve more than just being a helpless vessel in the middle of an boundless ocean. Unchain that anchor of your past mistakes, let it go and set sail, tall and proud. Do not be afraid to show off your battle scars - they tell the people you survived the war. Go forth and do not look back, for it will only be worthwhile with an unknown future. 

xx


Friday, 19 July 2013

Pieces and Shards

your gaze into my eyes
how you asked for me to hold your hand
your assuring embraces
your helpless smiles from my hugs
long night walks
jokes
good music, good vibes
confidence, motivation, contentment
were all that you gave me
calming scents of you
genuine, pure happiness
soft whispers
fixing broken things
your laughter - as soothing as a baby's to a mother
we've got a really mad love
thoughts of you every minute
drowning in helplessness
hopeless romantics
trying to find our ways
through this hell called Life
how
we didn't know
why
only God knows
when
we got it wrong
what
unsure
who
just us against the world
but who would have thought
that world fell apart
Life devoured us
what's left
were pieces and shards
of our emotions and hearts
it hurts
really
picking these debris up
step by step
learning how to fix broken things again
but this time,
with a broken self.

That was the happiest time of my life. Thank you.

xx