Just Like a Relationship

You enjoy liberty,

Taking for granted the

Bond of several years

Or few moments.

Forgetting, friendship is

Just like a relationship.

 

Why?

How is that even possible?

You must be kidding, girl!

Friendship is way less

Troublesome than relationship.

(In fact, not at all!)

 

 

The foundation of both

Lies the same;

Care, love, support,

Understanding and a

Connection so strong.

 

 

The care you see,

It is open in a relationship,

But hides behind the laughter

When you slip on floor,

Concealed in the

Hand that comes forth.

 

 

The 3 magical words,

Spoken in a relationship,

Hides behind, “You my bro,

Homie!”, said

With a kick right in

The a**.

 

The shoulder in

The relationship, hides

Behind the punch on the

Face, “You. The. Bawse.

And you ain’t giving up.”

Ouch! The boost hurt!

 

The mutual understanding

Of a relationship, hidden

Deep behind the pizza 

Ordered for soothing 

Your rough day, even 

Before you asked.

 

The bond of

Relationship can be 

Seen through the eyes,

But, the bond of

Friendship hides

Behind the hundred of 

Offensives and million

Of insults. 

~***~

Author’s Thoughts:

Friendship is a beautiful relation. Nothing is ever said in words, the act showcases the thousands of feelings. Because it is never about being sweet and nice, in a friendship it is always about being brutally honest and strong shield. It is just like a relationship, you need all the essence of it here, too.

A true friendship will demand of it. Yes, no matter how it seems, after many, many years of friendship you will have to put in efforts to keep it going. The bond, the connection only gets stronger after that. Otherwise, it gets lost in the mist of misunderstandings and distances. But, you know what? Even after the months and years of gap, a single text reading, “Are you still alive? xP” brings a smile on your face.

It isn’t that complicated with right people. We make it complicate. And when did ever a text of kilometer long full of abuses and insults (which will be laughed at later) go wrong?

That’s the luxury of a friendship, you see right through it. Dedicated to all of my old to new friends. Cheers to our bond! (Remember me at least once in a  while, idiots!)

Someone Out There

There’s someone out there

Who stays with you, even

If it means to fight the world. 

He stands by, being your

Source of strength.

 

There’s someone out there

Who listens to what is left

Unspoken by you. He gets 

The soothing chocolates and

Flowers that mesmerize you.

 

There’s someone out there

Who gives meaning to the 

Words – loyal, honest and 

Genuine. He treasures the

Trust you entrusted in him.

 

There’s someone out there

Who believes in you, uplifts

And stimulates the passion

In you. The passion otherwise

untold, left in the dark.

 

There’s someone out there

Who loves you for who are

And what you are. He would 

Rather see you grow than

Change any bits of you.

 

There’s someone out there

Who shouts to the world, the

priceless possession he has got –

You. He sees you in a way, that

makes you blush and turn red.

 

There’s someone out there

Who loves you, who cares 

For you, who cannot see the

Sadness in your eyes. For whom

You are his part of soul.

 

There’s someone out there….

~***~

Author’s Thoughts

Isn’t love something that everyone, even the flora and fauna, needs? Love is something that can make us feel alive and as well as living dead. Love can make us full of life as well as an empty soul. Love can change you life for good as well as for worse. Isn’t it true? Love can go either way. But they lead to similar destination – a beautiful place of sea, beach, lovely sunset, birds chirping, silent breeze and a wooden house on a cliff where you are living with your soul mate.

Some time or other we all have failed in love. But does that mean that there isn’t someone out there who can redefine the love for us? No, sweetheart, that is not true. Sooner or later, you will find that one person who will make you forget the past and that person will make you look forward to your future. At the same time, he is going to make your present a dream, a fairy tale. I know, real life is something really different from fairy tales. You will have to fight for your love, go through the struggles and sometimes you might as well have to get your heart broken. But in the end, trust me on this, it is going to be and they lived happily ever after. Isn’t the true love worth it? So, never ever give up on love.

P.S. – This post isn’t specifically for girls who have gone through hard times in love. This post is dedicated to everyone who have gone through this. You can replace he with she. 

Listen To What I’m Not Saying

You came in my life, 

With a breeze of infatuation

And stipulation of adapting

To your never ending ‘requests’

For your fake prestige. 

 

I tried; failed. Musing over 

and over again, “Can you not

love me for how I am?”

I wish you listen’d to 

What I am not saying.

 

Just as, when I felt, 

It is going to be better.

A dagger was penetrated

Deep into my heart.

What was my fault?

 

Your ‘reasons’ were salt on

The wound. Yet, I stayed with

Unanswered, “How could you?” 

I wish you listen’d to

What I am not saying.

 

You touched my soul, in 

A way no one had. You 

Were closer than anyone

Else, the sole confidant of

Secrets never told.

 

But I was not the only

One in your life. Insecurity,

self-doubt impaled my mind.

I wish you listen’d to

What I am not saying.

 

Horrors and fears shaped

me in a devilish monster.

I acted towards you in a

way, that can’t be forgiven.

I, still, am guilty-ridden.

 

I blabbered, when I should

Have been silent. The words

still haunt me down, I’m

Blameworthy. I wish you listen’d

To what I am not saying.

 

The day you went away,

Left just one word for me –

Sorry. How my eyes were

screaming, what my words

Could’t say, “Be with me!”

 

My heart longed for affection,

Yet the wounded soul remained

mum, as you were adamant

mountain. I wish you listen’d

To what I am not saying.

A Better Tomorrow

I am a highly optimistic person. And I solemnly believe that, one day, our world is going to take a revolutionary change, a change that will turn our beautiful, yet suffering, planet into a happy world of people with golden heart and pure soul.

Isn’t our planet Earth beautiful? The mesmerizing flora, amazing, friendly creatures, the gigantic waterfalls, the huge ocean – just look around and see, there’s so much our mother nature has given us. Aren’t we blessed? But what have we given back to our planet?

A deteriorating health, a hell for her other children, deaf ears and blind eyes to the screams of those in need, souls burning in the fire of greed, creatures beseeching for the lives of their children, blood tears of the broken hearts, empty stomachs, naked bodies and wounded souls. Isn’t it true?

Sure, if there are thousands out there harming our ambience, there are also people in millions, who are working day and night to protect us and our surroundings. You can see them in an environmental activist who has walked miles to aware the people, in a soldier who hasn’t met his family since months, in a cop who is staying up late only to ensure our safety, in our leaders who have no social life, in a writer who forgets to eat only to create a book which inspires, in a friend who takes your stand, in your family who will protect you even if it means to fight the world. Yes, there are people out there working with their all power and strength to make the world a better place.

If I have to name few, I would name one person that has influenced me the most – Malala Yousafzai. A female activist, youngest Nobel Prize winner who works for the education rights of girls. At the age of 15, she was shot by a gunman just because she was going to school. She fought back (which led to the ratification of Pakistan’s first Right to Education Bill) and today she’s one of the youngest and most influential people on this planet.

But, don’t you think? There’s still, a little more requirement of efforts from each and every one of us. After all, together and united we stand, divided we fall.

You might have heard or read this quote – “We do not inherit the Earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children.” Don’t you think we should pay back our children a heaven’s Earth in not just ecological terms, but also, in terms of healthy relationships, positive vibes, happiness and a discrimination free mindset and impartial, righteous, pure thinking? Isn’t this transformation much needed?

Let’s create a world that our children and children’s children would be proud of, that will make them shout from the core of their heart, “Our ancestors were great. They left us the legacy that no other materialistic thing can be its match.” Don’t you think that this would be far better than, “We wish our ancestors were wiser, we wouldn’t have been suffering then.”

Let’s take a pledge and give it away as a message to our fellow beings and as a legacy to our children – “To keep the planet Earth with utmost love and care, to create a healthy environment of positive vibes and thriving nature, to make a happy world of beautiful souls with golden heart, to create a better tomorrow.”

P.S. – I use the word creatures for not just us human beings, but also for the other creations of our Almighty. Dove, tigers, eagles, butterflies, ants, elephants, trees – everyone and everything who/which has been created by God is a creature. And the reason behind this is that, we may differ in shapes, size, color (and all the other scientific categories – mammals, amphibians, reptiles, etc. No, I am not a science student.), but we are created by the same hands. We are born from the same soil and, yes, we die in the same soil.

Second Childhood

It is said that a person experiences his second childhood when he steps in to old age. But is the second childhood same as the first? When the parents gave everything away for their little one’s childhood, same parents are thrown away in their second childhood. Why?

A life begins with a childhood

Ends with the same stage

Like a circle, the beginning

Meeting the end.

 

First came being edentulous

So the second, finding difficult

To speak, others couldn’t

Interpret what they say.

 

Both of them stubborn at

Heart, want they fancy at

Any cost. One would wail,

The other chided away.

 

Had millions of question, each

Asked billions times. One had

Patient answers, a deaf ear

Was turned to other one.

 

Tripped while walking, one

Had a support, the other

Left with a wobbling,

Old stick.

 

One cry, thousand came

To help one. Other’s thousand

Cries didn’t stir even

One rigid, hard soul.

 

A loving, aesthetic life

Lead one. The other lived

With struggles, hard times

And sobbing heavy eyes.

 

Both needed love and care

First had parents. Same

Left alone, in old age home,

During second childhood.

The Other Side Of the Coin

There was a little girl. She was innocent, unaware of the world around her. When she came in this world, she was pampered a lot by everyone who met her. She was the apple of everyone’s eye, the center of attention. As she grew up, people got along with their day-to-day life, taking little notice of that girl.

They did take notice, when they saw a change in her. The shy, little innocent girl was no longer the same. She was harsh, rough and rude in her manners and articulation. As the puberty hit her, the temper problem grew intensely. People often called her hot head, cruel and ruthless. The girl did little to change. Some stayed with her, ignoring her fury for she was still an angel from within. Some went away but left their words for her, “Live with your ego problem”, “It is because of YOUR rude behavior and anger”, “I can’t be with you anymore”.

Still, the rage kept growing in her. She hurt people more and more. The words out of her mouth felt like fireballs. She acted weird, anyone would call her insane. The people scolded, chided her and told her to behave. She never got along with anyone. She had an issue or other with everyone. Even the closest friends, family member blamed her. Why wouldn’t they? Who likes a brutal, mentally ill person?

Even when she talked humorously, it felt offensive. She spoke her mind, it created more chaos. The girl became a mess. No one was close to her. She was just a bad person, everyone distanced themselves from her. Who wants to be with a rude person? She never changed. But one day, the girl was gone. No one cried, no one lamented. The only memories they had of her was how she was as a toddler and how she grew up to be ruthless, arrogant and aggressive person. But the last lines she wrote made them to stop and think, “Whose fault was it, exactly?”

What was the other side of the coin?

She was what people would call, skinny. People made fun of her, they passed comments, ignorant of the fact how deeply it affected her. She never answered back. Took all the dirt on her face with a smile; carrying the heavy weight in her heart. There were times when some of them would hate her, the reason for hatred she never knew. May be there’s something in her face that made people hate her, she thought in her alone time. The hatred, physical abuse, mockery, humiliation – all of it she carried within her. The thoughts and memories never shared with anyone. 

Those who were very dear to her said that they felt awkward because how she was. “You need to change yourself. The way you’re, is not desirable.” “You should probably work on yourself.” “If a hurricane came, you would be the first to fly away.” Match-stick, pole, stick, skeleton were her nicknames. All of it killed the confident, strong and innocent girl. A dull, scared, self conscious girl took her place.

“Can no one love me for how I am?” she often asked herself. 

The heavy weight grew so much; she could no longer take it. There had to be a way to throw everything out. Oblivious of the fact, she became violent. The negative she carried, how could have it created something positive? Now, it was not just her structure, but also her manners the reason for further humiliation. She was unaware of the reasons for her condition. “Why am I like this? How did I become this person?” she questioned herself.

She didn’t know the difference between joke, truth and rude. For when she made jokes and told truth she was termed rude, but when people did the same with her, they were being funny and helpful. “What is this ordeal”, cried the girl alone on her bed.

She fought with herself everyday (a fight no one was aware of) to be better, but of no use. When she was being rude, she had no clue. She longed for affection, but negligence and unpleasant experiences were her comrades. The hate comments and lacking love, care and support served her no good. A day came when she couldn’t take it anymore, ended her life with last lines scribbled on the walls. 

“Love people for what they are from within, not for how they are outside.”

~***~

AUTHOR’S THOUGHTS

Everyone on this beautiful planet is fighting their own struggles; struggles that no one is aware of. The least we can do is show some affection and love to them. The hatred never helped anyone, it has destructed the most elegant and magnificent souls. The souls lost and never remembered. Never bully anyone for how they are, what they are, how they carry themselves and what they do. At last, I would like to quote one of my favorite songs by legendary singer – Michael Jackson.

“Heal the world

Make it a better place

For you and for me

And the entire human race

There are people dying

And if you care enough

For living

Make a better place

For you and me…”