Monday, 27 September 2021
Talk to the Clouds.
Saturday, 18 September 2021
Scribbled Contemplation...
I look around to see who is standing,
I turn and find no one,
I pick up the phone and dial no one,
Well, I stand on the fence of the balcony, to find that it's just Me for myself!
A pang of disappointment hits me,
I think to myself, well you were the ones calling them friends,
What about now?
Aren't you standing alone, all by yourself now!
I think again,
and clarity hits me,
I never lost myself,
It is them, who lost a loyal someone,
My loyalty, My love for myself were, and have always been with me!
So, I asked again, why do you feel so conflicted, now that, you have you!
I shook my head wondering why?!
And, I was dumbfounded,
I had no answers,
I was clueless!
A part of Me still thought,
Let's forget and forgive;
The other part disagreed saying,
How many times will you forgive and forget?!
Amongst all her emotional debacle,
One, that was to be understood the most was,
Not one being, took two minutes to understand what her thoughts were,
Not one being tried to read her between the lines!
Well, the unanswered questions keep following us around,
I for one will choose a happy bubble for myself, each time I get wrapped in random thoughts!
I dare you to do the same,
Staying in one place is easy,
No Sunshine, No food, No light,
Moving forward is how you do it,
Moving forward is how you choose tough for yourself,
Moving and loving is how you grow,
Grow either peacefully,
or randomly just grow!
- Moon Shines~
Thursday, 16 September 2021
Sunday, 12 September 2021
Aastitva - A Manifestion!
~How does
your morning start?
With a
cup of tea in a lazy body?
Oh
please don’t ask me mine,
I
insist, you say!
My day
starts when,
I hide
in my underpants to sleep a little more,
But my
mother kisses me to say it’s time my dear, and I say oh no!
It’s not
you my sunshine, I say to the sun,
It’s the
voice(s) I hear which makes my soul ache!
With
what my friend, you ask?
Oh the
list goes on and on!
I grew
up to the thought when books wrote,
I want
my Prince to be like my daddy!
But what
do you do, when your daddy isn’t your perfect little world?
Tell me
more you said, was he bad to you, did he hurt you?
Oh no,
no!
He never
hurt me, not in the ways you'd imagine!
He loved
me, adored me, and still does, as a prize possession!
I was a
kid and he loved me,
I was a
teenager and he loved me,
I grew
up and he still loved a part of me!
I never
knew I would be a rebel in the family,
I was smarter;
I was braver than the rest of the lot, who frowned upon me,
Most of
the times he liked the rebel in me,
Especially
when I fenced him amongst his sisters!
He would
raise his voice only on us,
Me and
my mom,
But of
all I saw how my mother struggles daily,
Wobbling
and doing everything on her own,
Never
crying ever, and loving us unconditionally!
I would either call it amazing or stupid,
I think
I would always choose the former!
So when
did your dad really hurt you, you asked again!
Well,
when he never cared to help my mom out,
When he
never hugged any of us when it was needed,
He swore
by his stupidity all the time,
And
pride himself on that too!
I always
pretend that I come from a family, where everything is gay,
Where
every face smiles,
Where we
sit together to eat, as it is a celebration,
Where we
talk as if lives matter,
But most
certainly, none of it is true,
Maybe
some part of it is true!
Yes! We
sit together to eat almost every day,
But, the
merry mostly ends after we try talking about things out of the way!
It ends
in a way, which is brutal to the heart,
Where
the love from meal also tries to leave us,
But I
try, and will always try to hold the love at least of the meal,
Not
because I care about the conversation,
But
because I see the joy and heart and pure love my mom puts into it,
Even if
that food makes me chubby, I will still love it!
My day
whichever way starts, it mostly ends with a lot of love,
Because
my mom becomes my father and my mother and also my happy place,
Because
she listens to everybody,
Even me!
She
knows, what I want,
What I like,
Whom I
like,
Who will
love me!
And also who might not!
Your mom sounds amazing and your father
doesn’t seem bad either, you said!
You are
right!
They
both precisely are good people!
I tell the same thing to myself every day,
Like
others, even I try to find silver linings in almost every little thing,
But the
simplest thing which divides the line between them is very simple,
Let me
tell you,
My father
belittles everything around him, even people,
My
mother frets about little things too,
But she
is elated too most of the times!
All these
times when I faired greatly,
My
mother found joy, prayed, thanked god, danced with me,
I could
find that elation in her eyes,
But each
time I tried to find the similar happiness in my father’s eyes,
And I
felt a wacky feeling in my stomach!
What was
that wacky feeling my friend, you asked?
I don’t
know would have been my answer if this was yesterday!
Then
tell me, curious you asked again,
It was
‘hurt’!
I
realized with all these years of distress,
It was
the lack of love that I felt my father had towards me,
He still
loves me,
But not
with the imperfections and impairments I have!
I feel
the hugs, and the voice of love can last you a lifetime,
The
clashes are also a part of our existence,
But holding
on to the tussle can let go off the love!
I still continue
to love my father in abundance,
Just not
quite as much as I would for my mother!
Her
greatness inspires me to love with immense passion,
Inspires
me to forgive every day,
And to
be kind to everyone!
That is
why my friend,
The
Prince of my life should be someone,
To whom
I could proudly point there he is,
My
mommy’s reflection!
- Moon Shines!! ~
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