Monday, 27 April 2015

Your struggle.

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I tend to feel certain things. See through certain things. And I can see through the hovering haze you surround yourself with. You say you're a different person now that you made yourself go through a complete transformation. But we never really lose our core, do we? It's always there. Always the artifact we revolve around. Always the sun to our earth. 


And no matter how much we convince ourselves that we've changed over the years, how we've lost the person we used to be, the change is only on the surface. Only on the outside. The part that the world sees. The change is merely a guarded response to the heart-breaking stimulus. And that is something very visible in you, you know. You try way too hard to be someone else. You seem to be struggling within and always thinking. Always a little distracted. You try too hard, I tell you. And that almost breaks my heart.  


That day, when you were talking about yourself that there are things you don't think about, things nobody knows, things that you want no one to know, it was then that you seemed your true self. It felt like you've been waiting a while to tell someone that there's more to you than what meets the eye.  You were eager and you talked with excitement that comes from being and accepting who you are. That excitement is the spark you need to hold onto. Don’t lose yourself in the walls you’re building around yourself. Don’t lose yourself in the fortress without an entrance.

But people, they suffocate and smother you. They target you. They hit where they know it hurts you. Don’t let them take control of who you are, of who you want to be, of who you aspire to be. Don’t choose to be someone else altogether because they don’t know how to treat you. The world does not know how to appreciate when you're not like everyone else. Don't let that turn you into everyone else.

Thursday, 9 April 2015

All That Was to Become of You and Me (poem)

I long to succumb to the darkness around
And feel the breath leave my frail body.
I see you wail and fail at your tries to revive me
From all that was to become of you and me.

I caught a glimpse of the moon behind the misty clouds
Upon us; the way your eyes looked at me through the rain.
The thoughts of the past contain so little of you,
Yet the envisages trap me in a torment I cannot undo.

For all the worldly love, I had looked upon you,
For it would have had happened, if only a little longer
You had stayed; a little more had I made timely
All that was to become of you and me.

Of all the colors I witnessed bloom in your eyes,
Despair was the cruelest one.
It ripped at my soul and still feeds on my tears,
Even when l lit up to make the shadows disappear.

My heart could not forsake what my existence had
Already given into; to witness, to rejoice, to harbor
The wonders of your universe evolve inside of me;
And all that was to become of you and me
Do I hold you accountable, or do I not?
For the life, the fate that would now not show
Or had it just been my convenient make-believe
That you and I would only go further, and not leave.

I brought upon myself wretched murkiness.
You did not intend to trouble the workings of my mind,
Your words would no more rekindle the light inside of me,
And all that was to become of you and me.