Here's my first write about my place, Assam. It has so much to offer, say stories or facts but it's difficult to sum everything up in one go so what I did is include as much as I could and create something meaningful as for the readers to make it a read, worth it.
Thank you, my friends, for being these hands. I have felt your prayers and well wishes. And it seems the worst is behind me. I look forward to visiting your pages and reading your amazing works. It just may take me a little while. I wish I could have tagged everyone.
Hold On ( a little stronger )
Just one of the faithless, God knows I try. Been under the waves Too many times To think I'd never drown. But, with my head above, By faith, I know There are unseen hands Keeping me afloat. How vast the sorrow, How deep the fear. God knows I try to hear A voice over the ocean's roar, As close as a whisper in my ear, "Hold on a little longer." Strong doesn't always Mean a brave face. Sometimes it's just one Ounce of faith to bury Like treasure in your heart. And hide it, keep it safe. Believe you're safe. I've seldom felt safe In the world, it's true. Yet, I do know and God knows I try to tread a little longer, To hold on a little stronger. To hold on As long as it takes.
With every step I take forward, people try to pull me down. They step on me but I rise, rise higher than ever. Lifting their feet up, I struggle to calm my breath. I strive hard to push them away and not to be stepped on again. But, the more I try pushing them back and try climbing the ladder, they pull my leg down disguised as helpers to support my leg, to lift me up. My conscience tell me not to trust them after once being betrayed still I overlook it. And not surprised at all I am again back on the ground struggling to breathe after being stepped on again. But you should know this time, I rise higher than ever knowing how to tackle those feet, I climb my ladder up to the sky.
Pooja Pal ___________________________________________________
We try hard to pull back the loved ones into our life with every bit of our heart. Still, they do not respond and leave. Why?
Is it essential to make them a part of your life again? Even when you know that you love them a lot and you don't get the same in return. Everything to them is meaningless, your efforts, your love, your care. They end up holding you as a choice in their life.
And after they are gone there is a void in the oblivion. We don't feel anything at that moment. People think that they are being replaced each time they leave, but that's not true. Each time they go, they leave a tint of their personality on the person's soul. They leave a lesson, a memory you don't want to be known by anyone, the secrets, the thoughts.
For some, it is the end of the universe. Sometimes, the void they hold can't be filled. And sometimes, they don't want it to get filled, in the hope that the person will return to take the place they left and everything once again will be back at its own place. Along with it their life too.
Can we just stop watching our lives getting ruined by them, who have no idea how much they mean to us; who were loved and can never be unloved. They think that it is just a part of life, entering and leaving. Can we not stop wishing them to get back in our lives? Can we be numb to their absence?
Nothing is certain. We don't know if these questions will be answered or not or if we will find a substitute for these emotions. But, I hope in this vastness of the universe, one day our sky will be filled with stars, With the ones who left and ones who will enter to shine in dark nights. And as we will look at the sky, our "Pole Star" will always be there shining brightly, giving us warmth. Never letting us feel alone.
On that day, we will feel that everything was worth it. The pieces that some left scattered, while some arranged it into regular fashion and left, was kept for the ones who would arrange it into something that will be 'Prodigious' or 'unreal'.
Pooja Pal ___________________________________________________
Propitious moment t'was, I began my journey Mighty sunbeam permeated the atmosphere Divine droplets showered my path at intervals Destination set on my academy, the day of results
Afterwards the declaration and the ceremony List of allotment was put up in the front desk My mind was made up to leave the institution A decade of strict rules and suffering took it's toll
Studies always bothered me, it was really hard I never had some time for myself, running with time Fun with friends or family functions, I always bailed What I never expected was, a sure seat in next class
As it was fated, I stayed there itself, more suffering awaited I remember seeing the quote," Man proposes God disposes" The day before my first class ; two more years of struggle Then you'll be free for life, continue to conceal your fears
A new beginning is a blessing, early months were easy I prepared for everything in advance, had time for revisions What I was to confront was a series of prejudiced dramas It affected my peace of mind, I got scared of wanting more
The golden star I wanted will be snatched by someone else I'll not have the strength to fight for it, my mind was weak Parents stood beside me, gave me strength and support Sleepless nights were a ritual, perplexed mind a habit
Often I dosed off on the table or slept without a blanket So that I can wake up before the alarm and study more At inhuman hours I sit and study, nothing else in my life Sometimes I scribbled something myself just for a healing
Throughout the time, I had to face hurdles in the form of Results or remarks, my health being a constant concern All my hard work went to waste during the finals week Preparation plan failed, I gazed at the lamplight in dilemma
My mind was blank while everyone was reciting lessons Last moment of school life, 'turn back, you never had a life' I wrote my finals with a broken heart, returned home empty Unbeknownst to me, my mission was already a success
The golden star is mine to hold, celebrations began but I cried my heart out, I'll never forget that moment in my life I received the trophy in front of my parents, I was proud Because I made them proud, because I always stayed gold
~* Thank you Carolyn Ma'am for this Challenge. This is something very special to me, I had given up on studies due to the stress and the way things were going, I never was accepted about my goals. I was never a consistent student prior to this, but by some miracle, I could become one of the best and then keep up that. I wanted to show the people who mocked that I'm gold. I never went to fight, even when I received nothing in return for my hard work. I even had to deal with many personal matters at that time. KV, my school is the best. But I thought I'm not the best student to be there. All because of prejudiced opinions. In the end I shut everything out and listened to only my heart. And that was what brought me Victory. This is a shout-out for all those who give up on their dreams because of how the world reacts to you. YOU are your world. Like the song, " Even if the whole world is cold to you... Stay Gold " *~