Don’t get too close

Don’t get too close,

You’ll either end up broken or break a soul.

The greatest point of vulnerability for me has always been getting people to know too much about me. I’ve always been happy knowing less and understanding more about them. I want them to be the same way with me. But things don’t always work out the way you want them to.

Grey

See the light,
They say.
It’s within,
Learn to embrace.

I did,
I failed.
In between,
Is where I rest.

There’s no light,
There’s no dark.
All that there’s in sight,
Is a grey mark.

I’m happy,
Not sane.
I’m lonely,
Not depressed.

I’m me,
In a strangers body.
I can love,
As I die every minute.

Blackness took,
A vital part of me.
While the light,
Blinded my soul.

All I do,
All I think
All I feel,
Is nothing but grey.

#2 The story of a thorn

Every thorn has a story,
That no one wants to hear.
But he was more than eager,
To get even a glimpse of it.

He was willing to prick,
His finger over and over again.
He would bleed for her,
Till death came by her hands.

She was by no means,
Moved initially.
But his constant fight,
Brought something to life.

She started seeing things,
She had forgotten long ago.
The fragrance of roses,
Began to feel like home.

But she was still captive,
In a dungeon of guilt.
And he stayed adamant,
To never let her leave.

With time,
She forgave her crimes.
For she saw no hope,
In letting go of the rope.

He dragged her above,
From beneath the ground.
With the first ray of sunshine,
She was born anew.

Though she was still a thorn,
Prickly and headstrong.
For all the good reasons,
She couldn’t be a tender rose.

She found love,
Despite what she had become.
She had a come a long way,
From being held down ‘gainst her wishes.

-Nameera.

Life

If feelings did not exist,
Would hearts have any meaning?
If there wasn’t pain to resist,
Would our hearts still be beating?

If nothing ever changed,
Would life make much sense?
If souls never had an end,
Would we ever repent?

If bodies never died,
Would we live forever?
If mere existence thrived,
Would anyone be remembered?

If there were only happy times,
Would we really care?
If there were no lies,
Would life even seem fair?

-Nameera.

Secrets

As my secrets grew,
They weighed me down.
There were not even few,
Who saw me drown.

My only outlet came,
Through a paper and pen.
Till poems became,
The secrets I tell.

Veiled with metaphors,
I can cry my heart out.
The feelings I had in store,
Now have a voice so loud.

Nameera.

If Tears Could Think

She had been trying to hide me all day long.

Her eyes are fixed on the ceiling. To an outsider it may seem as though she’s listlessly staring at the wall but I know what she’s really looking at. All the memories are played by her mind and she relives it all; the joy and the sorrow.
She is watching him walk out on her and her mother for the billionth time. The memory evokes longing for a father she never saw. She bites her lip to keep me from getting out.

Hang in there, she’s telling herself over and over again. Her hands are tightened in fists as I tickle the back of her eyes. “No” she whispers under her heavy breath.

In a distance the screeching sound of the breaks of a car are heard. The leaves rustle against her window sill as the soft breeze caresses them. The dark night resonates her mind but I hope she can see the faint flicker of stars at night and begin to live again.

She holds her breath, she knows I’m making my way out.
She forces me to stay one last time but gives in eventually. She closes her eyes and lets out a deep sigh. As I trickle down her cheek I hear her thoughts, Why am I so weak?
Trickling softly down her flesh I wish I could tell her how strong she really is. It takes courage to let me go. As I bid farewell silently, I pray that she will remember me someday when she’s happy.

Cry,please,
Free those tears.
The pain will ease,
Melting your fears.

Remember them again,
When happiness blooms.
This isn’t the end,
You’ll know it soon.

-Nameera.

Fly

If you had wings,
Would you let them destroy you?

Or would you rather fly,
Exploring skies unknown?

Don’t give up hope just because you don’t have wings. You don’t need them to fly. All you need is a heart brave enough to endure your differences and make them your strength.

A state of mind

“Her lips traced her laughter, her lungs could barely contain the joy”.

The music was loud and people I called my friends laughed with me. A minute has passed and we’re still cracking over some lame joke. An incongruous feeling settles deep inside my heart. I feel it getting stronger with each passing minute.
I’m still laughing while my mind plays flashbacks that I thought I had forgotten; old faces and memories still reside safely in the back of my head.

My heart can barely take it. The images inside my head are so vivid I don’t know what’s real anymore. I’m choking on my laughter. I’m happy, right?

Laughing doesn’t help me forget anymore,
It only brings back memories I love and loathe.

Dreams.

There was once a time when i dreamt with my eyes closed, of things beyond imagination.
With age, wit & so called wisdom; transient waters of time washed away those winsome eyes.
All that remains, are dreams. Yes, dreams that we see with open eyes, that are nothing but a reflection of reality.
The very purpose of dreaming has been seemingly lost along tides of time, every corner of our minds sees only those dreams that reality can confine.