Monday, March 31, 2014
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Read this poem online today. Simple words, which I believe would find a resonance in almost everyone. Unfortunately couldn't find the name of the poet, hence the lack of credits.
I'm not sure of the title but I think it's called..
NOT
You are not your age,
Nor the size of the clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the color of your hair.
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books you read,
And all the words you speak,
You are your croaky morning voice,
And the smiles you try to hide,
You are the sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear you’ve cried,
You’re the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you’re all alone,
You’re the places you’ve been too,
And the one that you call home,
You’re the things that you believe in,
And the people that you love,
You’re the photos in your bedroom,
And the future you dream of,
You’re made of so much beauty,
But it seems you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all the things you’re not.
I'm not sure of the title but I think it's called..
NOT
You are not your age,
Nor the size of the clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the color of your hair.
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books you read,
And all the words you speak,
You are your croaky morning voice,
And the smiles you try to hide,
You are the sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear you’ve cried,
You’re the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you’re all alone,
You’re the places you’ve been too,
And the one that you call home,
You’re the things that you believe in,
And the people that you love,
You’re the photos in your bedroom,
And the future you dream of,
You’re made of so much beauty,
But it seems you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all the things you’re not.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
The Equations of Helplessness
I believe that no matter how empowered we might believe we are, a certain helplessness always exists about each one of us. And it is manifested more often in our love, or how we love, more than anything else.
It could be the helplessness of seeing the one you love move away from you.. or seeing him move closer and closer to your best friend, until that time that the friend is on the inside and you've been ousted from the life of the one who you thought was close to becoming your life. The helplessness of still feeling for him after years. Of knowing that he knows, as do the others. Of knowing you're a fool in your heart's wake.
Or, when you are that person who stole him away from your 'friend' and have hence lost the friend and many more who thought you wrong. . And now, slowly with time, have come to possess the same fears, insecurities and confusions that the person in question used to tell you he saw in 'the other', the ones that you both used to be amused at together, and the ones whose absence was a part of what attracted him to you. You, who denies to herself what he has come to mean, eventhough your self centred mind spins a web of denial around you.
Or, it could be the helplessness of being that friend who becomes the current sufferer's shoulder.. you, whose shoulder they turn to for comfort, whose shortest absence in the hour of need is felt minutely.. you, whose own personal equation with 'the former' has become a victim of choosing one over the other. You chose the one you did because they meant more to you than most others. You, who shared your world, your happiness, your people because you cared unconditionally. You were always so sure it was mutual (though at times certain instances did say otherwise). But now you helplessly stand and watch how you've turned into nothing more than that shoulder. For everything else, there's usually someone else, or something else.. something you're not even invited to be a part of.
Or, when you are that person who stole him away from your 'friend' and have hence lost the friend and many more who thought you wrong. . And now, slowly with time, have come to possess the same fears, insecurities and confusions that the person in question used to tell you he saw in 'the other', the ones that you both used to be amused at together, and the ones whose absence was a part of what attracted him to you. You, who denies to herself what he has come to mean, eventhough your self centred mind spins a web of denial around you.
Or, it could be the helplessness of being that friend who becomes the current sufferer's shoulder.. you, whose shoulder they turn to for comfort, whose shortest absence in the hour of need is felt minutely.. you, whose own personal equation with 'the former' has become a victim of choosing one over the other. You chose the one you did because they meant more to you than most others. You, who shared your world, your happiness, your people because you cared unconditionally. You were always so sure it was mutual (though at times certain instances did say otherwise). But now you helplessly stand and watch how you've turned into nothing more than that shoulder. For everything else, there's usually someone else, or something else.. something you're not even invited to be a part of.
Saturday, March 22, 2014
MOBILE BLOGGING IT IS!
I have been missing expressing myself through the written word for a while now. But somehow, just don't get around to actually logging in. So I did what most of us have been doing for almost everything these days. . Looked up on Google Play for a Blogger app. And (surprise surprise!) there actually was one!
Just downloaded it, and keeping with my new resolve of going back to the written form of catharsis, here I am, typing away immediately from my phone. What joy! :)
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