Intent

Intent.
That will to do something. Achieve. Be.
That something you aren’t ready to negotiate upon.

Intent. 
That lack of will they said I had. That lack of pure passion that fuels success. That I didn’t want anything done.

Intent.
Days when I actually lacked everything else. Just breathing because it doesn’t need a voluntary will. No efforts.

Intent.
Sometimes the will to give up too. That done for feeling. That I didn’t belong and it all was a farce.

Intent.
The thing they said, maybe just to disqualify me.

By Bob Marley

Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.

When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful.

There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are.

The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colors seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all.

A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you.

You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon.

You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you.

Inadequacies

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There are days when, no matter how pure your intentions  are or whatever good you try to do, everything ends up screwed.

It is very rare for people to understand your intentions or for them to realise your perspective. For, the world remains selfish and everyone cares for own.

And yet, when an adamant heart dares to care, it is set to bleed. For the world knows not that being human is not merely about attaining a human form, a human body. It is to possess a soul of one. Humans are not defined by form, but by their empathy. And those who lack the same loose the right to call themselves human.

“What makes us human is not our mind but our heart, not our ability to think, but our ability to love. “

-Henry Nouwen

Beyond…

She could see beyond that paint
Beyond that smile that was feigned

Beyond that fair blushed face
Their true colours lay barren

Spending time around, she knew
There was none to call own

Amongst claims of being close
Care was the easiest thing to feign

Beyond conversations she could see
The slight changes of expressions

And though they claimed friendship
They frowned on mention of needs

They did what people call care
Only that it wasn’t real

They were all messy portraits
Crafty, painted, lifeless…

And she knew they would break
Her heart the day she trusted!

Awaited

Amongst the happy, cheerful days
a streak of darkness creeped in
and gradually it took roots
a stray doubt; a silly fear.

With a blow of destiny
everything was suddenly dark
all the blossoms died away
and all hope engulfed.

For a long long time,
things remained gloomy
and someday hope beamed
results still awaited…

Encouragement

They all laughed, pleasantly smiled
the turn of events so favourable
Praising deity, luck and time
it all was going beautifully.
And  for a few moments of doubt
they heard words of encouragement
showering them with confidence
rebuilding their trust in self.
When congratulated on success
they said, “It was due to her
Her words and a loving touch
What else is needed to move forward.”
Others asked her how she did
create the magic to make others glee
and what she said that encouraged
overcoming fear and discouragement alike?
Her reply was crisp and sharp
something least expected
“I say what I want to hear,
compassion what I want to see”
Baffled, they asked who’s for her
who consoled and put her up?

“I talk myself into courage
my words my own encouragement.”

Exodus

She visualised her exodus
she was moving farther away
leaving a childhood behind,
no more the legacy of calling home.

No longer waking to mom’s call
neither be pampered by dad often
running to win against bro
and stealing candy when sis was gone…

Who would she have fun with now?
She is expected mature
work and act emotionless
poised; balanced; letting nothing show…

But where to keep the child within?
should she lock her up somewhere
never letting her peek out
or should she put her straight to death….

She fought tears while leaving
who would love and caress her
can it be even remotely same
as to what she lived before…

He had promised it would be good
but would his family be as lovely
would they really cherish her being
and be a loving family?

Her fears told her otherwise
instead of mom would be a critic;
her moments restricted at home and out
working; cleaning; however tired

She would have no say in affairs
even if something concerned her
would she ever be consulted and asked?
Would she ever … fit in?

Would her mother not tease and taunt
question her skills and expertise
would she be insulted for mistakes
Oh! The pain of even thinking …

What if someday she has a strife
by whose side would he stand
would he look for the truth behind
or blindly agree to his family’s version?

Would he leave her alone, such
making her feel out of place
making her rethink the decision,
was marriage even worth?

She left, clutching her heart in hand
maybe she needed a stone instead
wearing a fake mask of strength on face …
and locking the bubbly child inside…!

A Tear Drop

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A tear does not signify your weakness. It signifies your strength to get up and strive again after you have hit low.

It signifies you have learnt from what happened and are again on the path to make things work. A symbol that you are not stuck.

Though low, tears make the best telescopes to future, give one the best vision and they do release the bodily tension one feels.

Don’t feel shy of your emotions. Let them flow and be your strength.

Conversing Life ..

He said, “I’m all alone
nobody ever understood”
She said, ” I’m here for you
life has given you an option”

He said, ” Life is so difficult
walking a mile gives me aches”
She said, “Go searching for the light
You shall never get tired”

He said,” I am fed up
the routine and the daily life”
She said, ” Look at the purpose
Look at the picture being carved out!”

He said, ” The path is filled with obstacles
I can never get over them”
She said, ” Ah! Think again
You could even move around 😉 ”

He said, ” My feet are aching by journey
I can go on no longer”
She said, ” Look back and see the road crossed
its only milk and cheese ahead”

HE said, ” I shall never get to the goal
it seems far and I am gloomy”
She said, ” Seek within; seek out your soul
your happiness lies there; not outside”

He said, ” My feet got wounded and blood’s all over
the journey is difficult for me to come over
I give up my motives here
My blisters hurt and I walk no further”

She said, ” Don’t escape, its just near
try to overcome all your fear
unless you move out of the comfort
you would never grow nor desire a dessert”

But his mind won’t let him go
his fear held him like a mouse in claw
Fear reigned as an eagle in his head
he believed he could not without seeing the chains!

Broken bliss

When care and concern seems a lie
and all you wanna do is lie down and cry

When everyone around seems selfish
leaving behind a huge blemish

When all the wait is of no avail
and people constantly put you to some trail

When the skies seem falling apart
or you feel like being a dart

Remember the doors are still open
light enters only when heart is broken

Neither good nor bad lasts long
pull up your socks and be strong!