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.

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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.

Letting Go.

In my first post I wanted to delve into the aspect of letting go.

Often we end up getting confused between two questions- ‘How to let go?’ and ‘When to let go?’.

Lately I’ve been teaching myself the concept of letting go. You see, that’s where I went wrong. It’s not a concept but an art. How, you might ask.

What are poems or artwork? Is it something that an artist forces himself to feel to paint the canvas with vibrant colors? Can poems be weaved together if the poet has no feelings?

All emotions when channelised towards a medium, be it paper or a canvas, contribute to art.

Not only does it relieve us of our pain but also helps to clear our minds.

Previously I was trying to grasp the logic behind letting go, I decided to approach it later as an art. I starting putting down my thoughts. Words made the whole process easier than any consolation, pity or piece of advice I might have been bestowed with.

Letting go

It was like pricking your finger on a thorn,
While you could always caress the rose.

For me, this was letting go,
Of past, comfort and hope.