Magic in hands

The major achievement in life is discovering yourself

I started writing few years ago,
not because I wanted to pursue it,
but to let out the pain and ease myself amidst my haunting thoughts.
Do not show what you really are
Fake it!“, were the sentences people pasted on my face,
’cause apparently hiding the truth was the ‘new cool’
HIDE- ’cause you need friends,
Who is going to befriend me if I cry out my desires and thoughts?
I don’t want to be a crybaby, or a narcissist
I tagged my qualities with the worst words I could find,
so as to only HIDE.
The actions were to fit in,
to squeeze in the line where thousands stood waiting,
to get what others wanted.
Did I want it?”
‘It’ was the missing piece,
the one I thought was the one which others had,
but why was I not happy when ‘It’ landed my hands?
I was getting lost in the maze of my thoughts, when a door emerged between the walls,
so I ran towards it, opened and stepped out,
not thinking for a second,
if this is what ‘It’ is.
If I had,
I would not have surrounded myself with the plethora of magic in hand.

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Hollow Thoughts

Why did you do this to me?
Hanging me on the corner of the street,
I feel vulnerable to my own thoughts,
“why did you leave?”
I know why you did,
but I am not courageous enough to accept;
it.
But there is a hollowness to be filled.
Who is going to be there to push me,
to nag me,
to tell me that I am not alone.

Why did you do this to me?
leaving me alone,
to figure out everything on my own.

Little Furrball

Furrball

A cute kitten comes every day.
Initially, I was scared of it.
Black, furry ball with narrow slits,
frightened enough, clawed at me.
Well, I guess the fear in our heads overpowered our ability to see the reality.
She was not a threat, neither was I to her.
Days passed by, and she came everyday.
You know, because she loved milk,
and dad adored her.
I used to watch her drink the milk and leave as soon as she filled her belly,
and returned only at the time of lunch and dinner, ’cause she was hungry.
She had no attachment with us.
but dad was madly in love, that he couldn’t see that she was only using us.

Days became months, and even I fell prey to her beauty.
Beauty of the small things, her playfulness, her purring.
She let go of her fear.
Now, she was my kitten and I was her hooman.
Never really imagined, but she is my furrball,
who goes wild with her yellow ball.

Funny it is, how little creatures can shower magnanimous love,
by doing the little acts of purity and innocence;
reviving the human in us.

Unconventional Love

Remember that time we were sitting on the stairs under the open sky and the aura was perfect enough that I couldn’t think of anything that could make the situation more than perfect.
I was wrong, you made the moment more special when you looked me in the eye and I looked in yours.
Nobody ever looked at me like you did. Your eyes were showering love and I wanted every bit of it.
Why am I telling you this? Because now when I look back at that time, I feel proud that I filled myself with courage and didn’t care what others thought.
Yes, we are different, we are unconventional and that is what makes our bond more strong.
Because we are not here with each other because we are getting a status or any benefit or any materialistic thing, but because our bond is unconditional and our love is pure.