You were the water, all of it.
Just did not know how to swim.
You were the silence, all of it.
Just did not know the quiet.
You were the light,all of it.
Was a dark soul.
And then came a time when you raised to the sky.
Became it. All of it.
But darling I,
Did not know how to fly.
I just did not know how to fly.
I wrote this a few months back while I was dealing with some past unhappy memories. I hope you guys like it. Leave your thoughts below. I do so love to hear from you guys. xx
My dishevelled hair,
just the way you like it, crowd my wet eyes.
I do not want the world to see
and say that you do not care for me.
My voice, so hoarse and deep,
I say it’s due to the early morning, for
I do not want them to know, I again cried myself to sleep.
My fingers shake violently. It’s from
the chilly winter wind, they say and I agree.
because I do not want them to see,
how hard I am trying to bind together our broken memories.
‘There is so much I can do, so many things I have planned for my life……..if only I had the courage to pursue them! Maybe this year will be different. Maybe 2017 will be my year.’
– Rashi, because sometimes all you need is yourself.
Exams are bad. But the aftermath is worse. Oh, the anxiety, the terror, the nervous glances at the university website with eagle eyes scanning for the result. That was the condition I was in for a week after my last exam on December 24th, 2016. And, as if this was not enough, my mum was working hard to keep the fact that I’ve got just one year left to decide what I wanted to do with my life fresh in my memory. Yeah, I get it already. Give me a break. And who hired you guys as my life advisors anyway? But, you cannot just blurt that to your parents and relatives who ‘mean well and want the best for you’. So, watchful nights started to close in and by the end of the year, I was officially freaking out.
”One year and I will have to face the same dilemma as Robert Frost did in ‘The Road not taken’! ”
”Too many responsibilities. How am I gonna handle them all? ”
But the worst of my unsolved meditations was…
”Who the hell is going to hire me anyway?” Continue reading “HOPE, LOVE, and bucket loads of FUN.”