(Sometimes there is no reason for existence, no reason to thrive, absolutely no reason to survive and in the journey towards death, living until the end – a challenge that seems impossible)
She and her indifferent ways
Ways I cannot fathom, neither can others
Others they point fingers, laugh at her
And she laughs back at them
Not a flicker of pain passes over her face
Her hurts are buried deep within layers of inscrutability
I am puzzled by her behavior
For she is carrying upon herself, an unquestionable burden
An unnecessary encumbrance
No, she is not a celebrity
Not someone even remotely famous
Perhaps, she is very ordinary
Perhaps, she is a nobody
A self-proclaimed martyr
I don’t think she is meant for others to understand
She will go away from this world as easily and effortlessly she came into
Thousands won’t mourn her death
But she will leave a void in lives of some people that will never be filled
Yet she has a sole purpose
To guide me forward
No, she is not a philosopher
I do not learn the mysteries of universe from her
But she keeps me sane
She makes me believe
Makes me believe in a bigger picture
A better future
As I navigate through an uncertain present
She shows me the unearthed good in the past I buried long ago
When I cry, when I hurt; She doesn’t wipe my tears
She amplifies my endurance
When all seems lost & the ground I walk on trembles
She becomes the crutches that help me to stand
When I jump from a cliff, she doesn’t catch me
Instead gives me wings so that I can navigate my own flight
When I am drowning, she is not the ship that rescues me
Instead she teaches me to swim against the tide
Deep down I know she is my wellwisher
Though usually I never fathom her ways
She is not the answer to my every question
Instead she creates more questions than I can answer
Yet she makes me who I am
Yet she holds me up when I am down
;
People call her a bitch, so do I
People call her difficult, so do I
People call her strange, so do I
And all those tags are justified
When I see my closed ones suffering
When I cannot salvage any hope
When I am sick and tired, wounded and hurt
When I am carrying the burden of broken relationships
When I am too afraid to trust & too scared to move forward
Then in all fairness, She becomes UNFAIR
She still smiles at me
Mocks at my innonence
And though she longs to hug me & say its alright
At difficult times, even she is the servant of circumstance
But sometimes, She is lovely
Fresh as the spring breeze
Warm as the summer sun
Pure as the snowy white
And pleasant as the drizzling rain
And so…
People call her sweet, so do I
People call her love, so do I
People call her a blessing, so do I
And all those tags are justified
When laughter surrounds my near & dear
When the one I love makes my day
When friends are my biggest strength
When genuine smiles are not far away
In a world, in which, every single day
I make efforts & efforts to SURVIVE
The more you obtain, only when you learn to GIVE
As I struggle everyday just to THRIVE
She shows me what’s it to LIVE
WHO IS SHE?
She is ME
She is WE
She is MY BODY, MY SOUL
She is a PART
She is a PIECE
She is a HALF
Even the WHOLE
She is EVERY BREATH I TAKE
Every IMPULSE I GENERATE
And Every feeling that I STOLE
You know who she is
Yet you deny
‘coz your innocence evaporated
With the youth
You surround yourselves with lies & deception
And move farther away from the truth
Her going away is not in her hands either
And she is scared for us, you know
When we fail to appreciate the little things
And just give up & don’t grow
She is afraid that she will have to leave early
Even before she makes you understand
And alone, you will get stranded in the darkness
Sinking helplessly in the quicksand
Embrace her before it’s too late
‘coz trust me, even animals SURVIVE
But it takes lot of courage
To break the chains
And admit that you are ALIVE
With joys & happiness in PLENTY
And sorrows that are RIFE
She is that invisible GOD
For she is…………….LIFE
Sonalism- It's different 