And that time I heard it. I felt it break inside me. It broke like every human relationship I stablish. That unmistakable crunch that announced the inevitable.
It is always the same: something changes, something blurs from the original scene; a despicable attitude, however small it may be, it triggers my preservation alarms so I absent myself, disappearing without excuses. Withdrawing before I get any hurt.
A dear one once told me that he was living in "survival mode" and I never understood what he was referring to. Now I start to see it. I find myself evading everything that seems a threat, like a balloon in a pin factory. And the most bizarre is that I am aware of my emotional hypochondria.
Some would say I am selective, or reserved, or apathetic. Perhaps my anxiety helps me in some way and therefore I never have problems with people. But the truth is that now I am a collection of dissolute friendships, a cracked vessel filled with disappointments.
I stopped looking for your approval. I stopped thinking that your opinion was more important than mine. I stopped believing that outside the grass is greener. I stopped comparing myself to always lose. I stopped putting you on a pedestal to banish me underground. I stopped trusting your words and started listening to my reason. I stopped arguing. I stopped delegating my peace of mind to others. I stopped trying to reach false standards and began to love my many imperfections. And my voice sounded melodious, like music, and my feet felt light. I could recognize myself in the mirror and I loved that reflection that greeted me from the other side I felt valued, proud to be human. Now I know that it is okay to collapse from time to time, that life is full of successes and blunders, that it is good to take some time to rebuild our pieces and start over. To know that I am enough.
I am delighted to present my first collaboration. The chosen theme was "The mind of a poet". It has been an honor and a pleasure to work with such a talented writer and I hope it is not the last time. If you wish, you can follow her on instagram as @perceivingthings and get marveled by her wonderful writing. You can also follow me as @mesaawrites. I would love to collaborate with all of you soon or at least be more in contact. I really appreciate the support you have given to my writings. Thank you for being so incredible
Picture of a girl with beautiful smile and deep eyes Hides all secrets that in her heart resides The curve of her lips do not reveal The intensity of the pain her heart conceals She puts up a face all smiling and brave But deep inside lies darkness engraved Deep within her soul she has been betrayed Lost all battles in the war of love Wounded by life's arrows, completely slayed
Yet her profile photo never let's you see A single line of haze, any atrocity All her struggles and her pain lay hidden Her smile overshadows stories untold and forbidden Depth of her distress is difficult to trace But never can you see it's shadow on her face Wondrous it is how all the pain all this while Is incapable of touching her soul or affecting her smile Her Beautiful smile acts as the mirage to all her misery How she stays untouched by it, is still an unresolved mystery -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Never judge a book by its cover and never assume anything based on someone's profile picture. It's very easy for us these days to look at other's photos on social media and feel degraded and inferior. We feel that everyone else is happy in their lives except ourselves. But that is not always true. Most of those pictures display only a moment of happiness but deep inside the person may be facing normal issues just like you and me..
It happened with me one day when I posted a smiling photo online and when I told my friends about the on going trouble in my life, they didn't believe me as my photo made them think that I'am superr happy and enjoying. But in reality that was not the case. It was then that I realised that sometimes the information shared on social media is so fake, just to please the world and showcase something which might not even be a reality.
So the next time you see someone's photo and start feeling low about yourself, STOP AND THINK FIRST. You may never know the secret behind those smiling faces.
PS: Posting a beautiful photo of ourself sometimes does act as a great boost of happiness to break the monotony of life. So seize the opportunity when you have it . Just saying
Thank you for your time and patience for reading this ❤️
Those who love reading long posts will love reading this And those who don't, please request you to give it a patient read. Loved writing for this, I hope you enjoy reading it too. Thank you so much for your patience and time
My soul is nothing without you, You were my past, are my present, will be my future, You were the beginning and you will be the end, You are an enigma, surrounding the scintillating stars, You are the ecosystem shrouding this vast earth, You are my crutch, saving me from evils' clutch, You are my passion, my zeal and my zest, You are beyond good and beyond the rest, You are humanity at its level best, My soul sings and dances to your rhythm and tune, You bring life to the day and memories to the night, You are invincible, impeccable spirit of life, O my Lord! The Supreme, Merciful and Kind, You are the harbinger of my peace and prosperity, My soul is nothing without you, My life is impossible without you, You are the Eternal, the Everlasting love of my life.
We love, and we get hurt. How much love hurt us, doesn't matter at all. Still we look out for it's touch. May be the love make us insane, may be it costs too much, may be it takes much more than gives, still we fall in love. Nd in this poetry I narrate the same. Hope you'll like it.
And one day, the sun will rise again, The sunbeams will erase the darkness from his reign, But now the boy still looks out for those two sparkling eyes, The eyes that made the boy insane.
And one day, the clouds will come again, This time it will come with heavy rain, But now the boy still looks out for those two sparkling eyes, The eyes that compelled the boy to wait for her at the window pane.
And one day, the winter will come again, The cool breeze and the snow will cover his pain, But now the boy still looks out for those two sparkling eyes, The eyes that devastated his abode in the hurricane.