do you ever just feel so lonely? feel like you’ve so much to tell, but you can‘t put that into words and tell to anyone? then, even if you somehow manage to put everything into words, you realize you don‘t have anyone to speak to?do you crave for someone‘s shoulder to cry (just like me)?
you know what, cuteheart?
there is someone waiting for you to turn up, someone who wouldn’t need your words for you to express, someone who would be there, always.
just get up, walk towards your vanity or dressing table and look at that beautiful reflection of yours. there is that someone. touch your own reflection of tears in sorrow and your smile in happiness. quit hustling yourself in finding an inappropriate, not needed, other so called half of you because in the end all that you’ve is only YOU, no one else.
She was born an introvert, she tried to open up. But cost of being hurt, again, was too high to pay. She wanted to scream her heart out, but rather was silent. I felt how lonely was she but today when I look at her, i realise she was lonely by choice, not because she didn’t have anyone. Crying alone maybe the worst feeling, but the person who appears after that cry are way stronger than the one who they were.
So, here is to all those people who cry alone. It’s alright to be alone for sometime, cause in the long run of life you’ll once realise solitude hears better than anyone can or could.
To look how your a bit grown walk would’ve been special for you.
But to see that very person fall and get hurt wouldn’t have been easy.
To hear saying Mom from her would have been the best feeling ever.
But hearing that voice rising at you wouldn’t have been so.
Joy she got while eating your food would have always made you elated.
But seeing that food ignored for Italian or Lebanese would have been painful
Listening her ‘I love you’ when you get her new clothes would have contented you
But seeing those clothes now called old fashioned wouldn’t have been bearable.
That tight hug she gave when you brought her a cell phone would have bought tears.
But now realising her cutting your calls wouldn’t have been acceptable.
Looking at her crying to sleep besides you would have made you the happiest person.
But today seeing her irritated by your going in her room wouldn’t have been easy.
Her new face for you isn’t easy to accept.
But one day her realisation that this face killed you from inside would be bearable for her.
To your misfortune this realisation has time to come.
And too her misfortune when it will come, it will be too late!
While leaving, she left a postcard
Secretly at doormat of his heart
Years later, he found it
On replying he realised
Address to her heart had changed.
The mirror of present, reflected the past.
Everything was same
Only their roles interchanged.
she always wanted something to be only her’s.
something on which only she’d have rights.
she got it in abundance.
it took her long to recognise.
it was loneliness!
your birth is always on the most unusual time
you’re born seven oceans far and travel round the world
with no passport and visa
you emerges from every single thing i see around
from sun’s rising up to a body breaking down
you’re someone’s outcome of heartbreak
and someone’s cure to heartache
you behold gravity within cause
you give solitary a new life
you’re the beauty which some recite
and that on replay thing in writers mind
you hold power within yourself
which touches us, even without touching
how do you carry heavy words and rhyme them easily
how does your presence make recluse pass happily
how do you uphold someone in their hard times
how do you sustain centuries after your mother dies
there are yet many ‘how do’ questions back in my mind
your name gives me answers
just like the last time
it’s okay not to be okay always.
it’s okay not to be strong always.
it’s okay not to hide your emotions sometimes.
it’s okay to be silent at times.
it’s okay not to always choose the difficult path.
it’s okay not to always give explanation when asked.
it’s okay not to forget the past sometimes.
it’s okay not to carry a fake smile like we do a lot of times.
its okay sometimes to walk alone.
its okay sometimes to keep things to ourselves.
it’s okay sometimes to cry to sleep.
its okay sometimes to realise forever is never out of dreams .
it’s okay not to always match up with the trends.
it’s okay skipping 7-star meal for pani puri at a local stall.
it’s okay sometimes arriving messily and not sassy.
it’s okay writing our feelings down on a paper rather than telling.