The Year I Became

Today, I celebrate my journey, the lessons, the leaps, the quiet triumphs. I honour the strength I’ve built and the softness I’ve kept. This year, I choose courage over comfort, alignment over approval, and joy without apology. I am ready for what’s next, because I am already enough.

This is the year I walk in full bloom,

Not rushed by time, nor caged by gloom.

A thousand yesterdays whisper my name,

But I rise unshaken, wiser but not the same.

This is the year I unwrite my doubts,

To speak with fire, to live out loud.

To gather the scattered pieces of me,

And build a life I dream it to be.

So here’s to the sunrise on my skin,

The battles lost and the quiet wins.

Another year that goes by today,I’m not older, but clear in every way.

I was born for this moment, and this year,Not chasing, just walking softer and loud,A simple wish I pray yet again,May my path be simpler and gains come my way. 

Onism!

Caged birds croon and serenade,

Taking in the sights with astounding disdain,

Stuck in the head like songs never meant to sing,

Some beats escape the heart to not knock again.

While the world is coming to an end,

All my mistakes seem so little in itself,

Another song that we were yet to sing,

Turned into whispers that don’t exhale.

The rage in the moon that shines bright,

Timid stars wait for the sun to rise,

The earth goes around on time,

We live everyday wasting our lives.

Selcouth!

How can emptiness be so heavy ~ Six Word Story

This hollow feeling in the chest that creeps in is daunting. When all the love you have for a person slowly drips out, that feeling is anything but horrible. You know, the kind of feeling when everything around you is like a dark hole where you see nothing but darkness. You feel like you’re trapped in a cube with no activity tunnelling through your nervous system. I hate this feeling, because it’s the end of the love you had for someone. Soon they will become just a memory, some parts of which you’ll remember but most you’ll omit. 

You'll forget how they made you feel and how you felt when you held them. You'll forget all the smiles they bought and you'll forget the tears too. Only the last moments will linger but only till you find a new love. Another home will then be built over the ashes of the old. 

However, the intensity of the way you love lessons with each breakup, soon you love the new person in a different way. They say each heartbreak changes you and it restructures you. The empty feeling you have now will be refilled or maybe not but you know time has come to close a chapter, even though you keep wishing against odds and yet you lost your heart again. 

The journey ends here, paths separate, you tear away the remnants of love that still linger or you begin to bury it deep into the subconscious. This vacated feeling is like the full grown tree waiting to blossom but never did. This hollow feeling, I hate it. 

Crapehanger!

It hurts when my heart loves what it cannot,

Yet there is no peace and it seems hollow,

The sadness of pushing love out and yet,

Holding the burden when it tries to reach out.

Work to silence the mouth that seeks release,

What more can one do but sulk deep within,

The way my heart loves and watches itself bleed,

Today is one of those days when it reeks. 

The howling wind echo the screams of my heart,

They call you out knowing you'll kill it all,

But then the heart is primeval and aches,

It still loves you and it brings loathe within.

Twinge!

I live with so much pain in my heart. Every single day, I wake up and get myself to face this world. I live my life now to the fullest because pain has become a part of me. I've accepted the number of times my heart's been broken by lovers, friends, family and even strangers. I move alongside people who've hurt me and as I watch myself becoming numb to their existence. It's like pain becomes your hidden identity. The best kept secret that you harbour in your core. My words of love and pain may be loved, I only wish they were loved by the ones I loved. There is so much I want to say to them, but I choose to write about it here, because so much of all that I've already said didn't matter one bit. 

I wonder if think about me, even for a second, knowing that I exist in this universe somewhere or have they forgotten me like every season that changes, every year that moves to the next. So many people love me, I get constant validation, not that I need any but I guess I'm waiting for an apology I know I will never get. So, I often wash down that hope in a stream of tears and silence my heart and try to be more ignorant to the rants of love.

Be it 5 years that you give a person or even a year, the intensity of love that you have for them changes with time. One day you take that pain, and indulge in the misery it brings alone, gulping each tear with a glass of wine knowing that your tears are wasted. Life keeps bringing me people who hurt me, I know not why. I roam the streets of life looking for this answer while drowning in delight of pleasure that alcohol brings to the distressed nervous system. 

Alongside love, pain shares my heart's space, sadly for me, both have been given by the same people. So, where do I escape?

Depleted!

I'm tired of writing my heart out. Sometimes, I feel that even if I do, does it really help? Does it in any way manage to help deal with whatever is going on in my life? Is it enough to convey my deepest, darkest  feelings? 

I've been busy off late and frankly I have to look for inspiration to hit me because when it does, I'm often busy concentrating on other things. Or maybe, just maybe I'm trying to not face my feelings. That's what life does to you, when you are busy with one thing, it helps to compartmentalize and drop all other issues. If you ever do an analysis of your life, you'll figure out that it's actually the people in your life that cause you pain or bring happiness. When you are on your own, you are self-sufficient . 

So, I decided to take a break from people. They've just been disappointing me since so long, it's a pleasant change. Sometimes you need to b alone. Sometimes you need time with yourself to understand and release all the burden that you carry within yourself.

Find yourself!

OMG like women all over the globe, there is a world beyond your families and kids. Women often forget that they are an individual. So, this new chick at my work place is like in her 40s and of all that she has told me, she is completely dependent on her husband for everything, and I mean EVERYTHING! I mean there are somethings that you want your spouse to take care of but  know that he has a lot of responsibilities too. 

If he is equally sharing it or doing more, the least you can do is not be overbearing. How tough is it to book a cab for yourself, or work your bank or do shit for yourself? It's not that you can't, it's  just that you choose not to. 

Marriage, I've seen is hard work, it is often clouded as companionship and compassion yet consistent work is needed to remain passionate for each other. But in between all of that, amidst all of the craziness of everyday mundane schedule, that's when you need to keep yourself sane and fight for your individuality. You are more than societal labels. You are a person, who needs to find, own and live her own true self.