An appeal to the Almighty

Dear God,

Make them stronger who hurt without knowing the pain they cause,

Make me strong, but make them stronger so that they can face the words they once threw at someone

Make them stronger so that they heal from the wound they've been a part of

Make them stronger so that they can let it go, even if it is repeatative

Make them stronger so that they don't lose hope of loving and happiness after they come across such agony

Make them strong enough, so that they can forgive those who have bled their heart,

And themselves if they realise they have done that too...

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The Morning Tea

This morning I chose to have coffee over tea. These choices, whether to drink coffee or tea, to take the metro or Uber to office, give me immense joy, and a hint of contentment. Having some, albeit very little, control over certain things that I do that bring great happiness to me is gratifying. I no longer have to drink milk and bread in breakfast out of compulsion or remember to call someone if I'll be coming home late. In a new city which has its own aura of clusters and glories, achieving these small joys, and to be able to make the choices are a tremendous source of mental comfort. I have never truly had a home, so for me, home became an idea, a comfortable state of mind. Choosing coffee over tea, gives me that comfort, the luxury, which perhaps I might just start calling home.

As an Actor

As an actor You play roles Everyday You play roles for the audience Doctor, fisherman, teacher, pilot Child, friend, sibling, neighbour You read the dialogues You try to understand the words to the best of your ability Interpret the sounds, the stage, the light, the wit You question yourself if you are interpreting it right, You take time - You go back to playing roles, some you like, some you don’t While being in one character, you miss playing the other Sometimes you try to swipe roles Sometimes you break characters Perhaps because you don't like this one, or just plain because you're tired Sometimes the audience don't clap in which you think is your best shot Sometimes they mistake you for being the role that you play. The play ends The curtain falls You take back some characters You leave some in the theatre You imitate some, and you detest some Yet you love to play them You find peace in knowing how different p...

Beautiful Sadness

If I could tell you that I followed you through the barren land The decayed forest, the people less roads. I have followed you through the heavy wind The ruins of the dead and through the void of my heart, To see how far I can go To explore what I carry for myself Because only when I can let you go I can hold myself stronger And through this quest for the ideal soul, which you were to me I have come a long way with myself Through this quest for the ideal soul, which you were to me I have become one The one I wanted to be I have become one, with the journey and all its atrocities I have become one, that may have cost the deepest grief The grief that permeates your heart, because you know you need it The grief which you embrace with time The grief which my friend has called to be a beautiful sadness Because it teaches you that beauty can be felt with both filled and empty heart

Will O' the Wisp

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