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 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.

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

Let love come to you

Let love come to you, in the rawness of its form. Let it walk, crawl, leap, but perhaps never rush Let love find you In a random seashore, in an old gift, a photograph, or a misty morning In the company of friends, in the quietness of a partner. Let love magnify your heart for someone Let love magnify someone's heart for you Let it make you one with their contentment, anxieties, and awkward silences. Let love come to you Don’t settle for empty labels or shallow ties Love can not be a refuge from loneliness. Let love be honest with you And you, be honest with love. For neither happiness nor sorrow, neither certainty nor hesitation Can bring you the peace that honesty with love can.

Will O' the Wisp

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