When the clouds of opression, Rain down mercilessly. When the flood of injustice, Pull you down neck deep. Remember the sun still shines overhead --- The silver lining appears why. Let freedom speak out loud !! The clouds shall have to retreat.
When voices are muffled, When the limbs are shackled; When the faces are kept veiled, And all wills are shattered. Remember evil shall have it's fall always, The watchful eyes command thus. Let freedom speak out loud !! The shackles of tyranny shall destruct.
Let freedom speak out loud, For the voice of freedom, Is the loudest and clearest-- Which no force could ever muffle. History remains witness, How oppressors birthed liberators ! The world belongs to the free, Let freedom speak out loud !!
When you look above at a starlit night sky, be aware of the fact that the starlight reaching your eyes may be from a distant star that has already extinguished. Thus the source is dead, but the light it radiated has travelled through space and time to be the twinkling lights that you so adorn.
It took me a while to see this within me , Then I started to observe in everyone I met . Adults who were not heard, seen or were not able to authentically express in their childhood or in teenage spend a lifetime trying to do all they can to avoid feeling that pain ever again.
Unlearning is harder than learning. When I say not heard, seen or express how they feel . I don’t mean some big issue or trauma . It’s simple events , little things that keep growing within us with time.
// People’s behaviour is lot to do with how they feel about themselves than it’s about us . //
Since sometime I am feeling weird. In deep thought as I scratch my beard. Inside feels hollow with dreaded silence. It's sign of upcoming storm that I have heard. Creating illusions on the floor I move my feets towards the door. Felt my blood pressure drop as I moved the knob. Since long I have been inside as many fears inside me reside. As I pushed myself outside the sunrays touched my hide. I felt a sudden warmth on the skin and the blood started to run within. I thought storms would welcome me but it was a zephyr. As it brushed me, I developed a desire, to try once more, to once more love. After a long time I looked at the skies above. And took a deep breath Felt as if I released my death. The zephyr was gentle but it washed away my past. And made me realise that time is running and I have to move fast. All the past storms I forget and forgive. And like a zephyr now I shall live.
If you've never received any love openly in the form of expressions or gestures, then let these words of mine be the ones to let you know that the love you've been missing is right here around the corner. Between these verses, you will find the love you were denied of. You deserve more than what has walked your way, you deserve to soar higher than the restricted space they limit you in. You are free to take a walk in the garden of affection, free to fly as higher as you want, you're born for the skies, you shouldn't be chained to the ground.
My words will adorn you with the love you never received before and you will receive no less than what you deserve. Embrace them, hold them close to your heart, this warmth will last a little longer even after the fire inside me has died. You will come back to these words each time you feel hurt, each time you feel low, these words will hold you higher in their palms.
If I could then, I would've been making self love easily accessible for the needy!
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House, the calm ends of shores, The shop floats on the ebbs, but still stays by the shore. Whatever a person needs for self-love is served. Potions made of some crumbled old pages, that once preserved roses. Soups of charm, luck and courage.
Every soul sings about its long lost love, they collide with each other and leave together. Fantasy lives in their mind, that's why they can't realise the reality. Sanguinity is too slippery for them to stand on it.
Wearing plethora of metaphors, many decent souls walk past my shop. Some metaphors were shining like diamonds, while others were burning like fire, Wandering like some ships in the night, those stars, swim across the sky alone together.
/ Every corner of their brains has witnessed love, That their hearts failed to preserve. /
candied eyes with cacophonous voices were kept apart in a jar, they weren't bought by any. while sour souls + sweet potions were taken, planted in pots filled with stardust, potions poured little every night, made them to bloom.
I can see your shadow on the clouds. witnessing that thorns bore a bloom, don't get swayed by (love in) the air, self-love ain't selflessly wandering in air.
/But, bitter coffee and its aroma can make you feel better. Savouring favourite delicacies with lovely music can help you. Following the sunshine can help you. Travelling with the rains can help you bloom again./
Love for oneself can't be bought by someone and poured. Get it yourself.