We are so many people bottled up in a single body, you know. To someone you might be a son they are proud of, to another you might be the stranger who passed them a smile when they had a bad day. You might be a villian in your own story because who else pushes the dagger than oneself into one's heart. But to so many others, you are the unsung hero. And here "you" is you. You idiot, buddhu kid.
I don't understand how can you dislike yourself when all I can love is you and every detail of yours. When you depreciate yourself infront of me, I feel so defensive . Towards you and against you. I do not own you but you are mine. I know, I can't say that too. But you are my person, your insecurities, your pains, your hurt, your anxieties, I want to have a share in all of them. It sounds selfish, but about you, not going to lie, I become a little selfish.How can you not love the skin that gives you shelter, the skin that has given a shelter to my shelter? How can you not love the flesh which gives you shape, which gives you a body? Your body is only a part of your being. I am in love with things seeped beneath it. I don't know if you know, but I have built a home in your breaths. And each breath that I take is my soul walking home, to your breaths. When you say that you hate your existence, I wish to tear open my heart and show you much your existence has added to mine, how much I have lived because you have lived.
I have lain nights, dreaming to run my fingers through your face that you do not like ; daydreams of melting into your flesh that you despise ; imaginations of caressing your hair, your beard that you loathe.
If I could lend you my eyes, you'd know how beautiful you are and that your beauty runs deeper than your skin. If you could see yourself through my lenses, you couldn't help but fall in love with yourself.
The world is cruel, brutal , disgusting. There is misdeed and chaos everywhere. But amid all this, your smile is my silver lining. For me, love yourself more than you do. For me, smile a lot more than a sunflower does. I see my whole world and beyond in you.
Like all of yours my story is special too,
But unlike yours mine is painted with a strange hue,
I was reluctant to be showered by the rains of love,
As girls in our family were supposed to be purer than a white dove.
So my nurturers (parents) watered me with marriage first,
Later over the buds of life, settled the dewdrops of love and trust,
I wanted to study further after marriage, a tough choice,
That sounded like a sin, the in-laws suppressed my voice.
Depressed me couldn't find a way out, never wanted a strife,
Happiness was beneath my feet but that was not suffice in life,
I wished to create my own identity, not to munch on hubby's wallet,
But beyond my expectations, he proved to be a real soul mate.
He made full-proof plan to let me achieve my dreams I desired,
Faking petty fights we made all falsely believe our marriage had retired,
I packed my bags and moved back to my parents' house,
Whilst throughout the two years of my B.Ed. course I dated my spouse.
This was the best thing that ever happened to me,
All the pinkie desires to have a boyfriend turned into reality,
We had coffee dates, picnics, parties, late night chats, all the romantic fun,
Meanwhile I completed my teaching course and we declared our reunion.