By: Vaishnavi The implausible wishes of an adolescent,Riding on Unicorns and cuddling dolphins,While their peers, tantalising them,Unaware of the fact […]
The question being love answered by betrayal and death of a loved one. We question a lot, but this from the few, that only make sense to a loss felt broken heart.
Ascension of my own reality where I reach a place which is fantastical and perfect is something I personally love to indulge in. However, how safe is this haven, as I look into my circumstances and ascertain the merits of an ascended reality.
The thing about the sun is that you don’t talk about it.
It is enough to bathe in its presence,
To feel its rays on your skin even when you’re not looking.
It is enough to know it sustains you even when it is beyond
Your hemisphere’s line of sight.
We live for the people around us. If we are scared of death, it is only in part because of the pain, the rest is a mind-numbing fear of losing what we know, who we know. There is family, there are friends. But sometimes, we find that relationships form in the most unlikely of places. It might be a negative one, no matter. Only, we might never fully comprehend the depth of it till we face a void that cannot be filled, till death and damnation. Can hate cause a wistfulness as potent as love?
People didn’t realize the importance of his presence in her life when he was around and 90% of the people in her life right now don’t have the faintest clue of the weight of His absence in her mind. Was she able to get over? Was she able to move on?
As a writer, I often make multiple drafts when I write anything; This indirectly means wasting a lot of paper. But it is a fun sport too. Tearing a sheet and crumbling it to get a perfect shot at the dustbin across the room is the next most exciting thing I do. But yesterday night, while I was asleep, my conscience got to me, and I had a rather amusing dream. So today morning, I woke up and decided to write it down in a more ‘reader-friendly manner’ for writers like me.
Frankly, everything looks quite good on paper. A 10 – year old girl plans her perfect wedding on the back of her notebook only to realize it’s too fancy for her family. A 16 – year old mustered his courage to confess what he felt on a piece of paper, but got beaten up in the school’s backyard. A 25 – year old writes a perfect piece of “resume” to land his dream job but ends up losing this opportunity to his friend. A 32 – year old finally writes a letter to his parents that he is coming home only to find out they are no more. But paper is not reality. What we want to be and what we are two different things. The only option we have is to accept it no matter what happens.
You get to choose with whom and who you want to be. You get to toss away the thoughts and habits that aren’t serving you, and try and manifest some new ones you can. You can match your actions with that highest most exquisite version of yourself and see yourself change everyday. It is well and easy to love the light within and around you. However, can you reveal your darkness and have others love it as well?
Inanimate objects hold duality and the viewer’s perspective highlights the prominent side. The mirror could be a relic of self beauty for some. But, for a few, it could merely be a reflection of what they hate the most. I fall in the latter category, but this isn’t a hateful note oozing with resentment. It is a monologue of sorts. The lack of response hinders me from calling it a conversation.