You become half the people that you fall in love with. And if you love too much, halves of these people is all that is left of you.
Tag: life
Give Everything. It’s Okay.
What is it then that you are here to do? If not care so deeply that your fingernails are full of picking out dead skin of the people you call your own. When did being happy and caring too deeply become opposites? Remember how helping your grandparents as a child would make you as happy as you could be? That got lost in translation. Don’t be afraid of caring too deeply, it’s that we lack the most, and crave the most.
What is life?
A series of stories.
Each story from a different person’s life.
Each of theirs stringed into one to make one whole story. That’s yours.
For the ones you love.
Letting go.
Teach me.
Teach me how to gracefully let go of things not meant for me.
Teach me how to love someone and yet not loose myself.
Teach me how to keep the spaces empty and not fill them with words.
Teach me how to let go of someone else’s pain.
Teach me how to not feel so much that my body becomes a wisp of smoke.
Teach me how to think it’s not my fault.
Teach me.
Please. Teach me how to let go.
Be patient, little one.
Be a little patient.
Don’t give that much pressure to your tiny self.
Everyone has a dream.
Everyone wants to travel the world.
Everyone wants to something artistic.
Everyone wants fame.
Everyone wants money.
Everyone wants love.
Everyone wants.
But no one wants to wait for anything.
Who said you’re dying tomorrow?
Even if you do, did you Atleast live the present till today?
Who said it won’t happen?
It will.
You only have the strength for today.
Wait for tomorrow to come and you will have strength for it.
Work towards everything you ever want.
But Time is slow and fast as and when it wants to be.
And you will have to give some things time.
You don’t have to finish travelling the world at 18.
You can only start at 18.
You can finish at 70.
No one is going to stop.
You don’t have to own your favourite bike at the earliest.
It can wait.
You want to be a world famous writer
It can’t happen overnight.
You can settle down and still do the things you want.
Just a little bit later.
Just with the tiniest compromises.
And well, what’s so wrong with that?
What will you do with the rest of your lives if you finish living it all now In the Rush of nothing?
Be patient, Little one.
Love.
To love, is to be brave. Very brave.
-(A variation of a quote)
The Last Body.
The Earth under her feet begin rumbling
She was just fascinated
Not scared yet
She was experiencing this
In another country
Far Away from home
Where she had come to explore her life
All the once
The rumbling become worse
The land her feet
Literally slipped away
She skipped a couple beats
And slipped down the slope
Away from the magnificent tower
She was supposed to go upto
But was tumbling down
As it went out of sight altogether
She screamed
She was scared
She had no one to hold onto
So she slipped farther away
Stopping in the corner of a road
Where she thought she was safe
But the gorgeously built heritage
The beautiful roof
She’d only admired a while ago
Fell onto her right leg
While her body was sprawled across the area
She was numb to the world
Tears rolled down in pain
But she couldn’t do anything about it
Her whole life
Was elsewhere
And she was taking her last breathes
While watching destruction In complete despair
Her vision become blurry
But she could still watch
As people ran
Fast and to safety
Holding onto loved ones
With everything they had
Screaming in a language
Unknown to her
Bonding over destruction
Standing to help their fellows
While she
Could only watch
Stuck under that beautiful roof
Longing for someone to make her go in peace
Say her last words
Leave Her last Mark on the world
She’d hoped to once conquer in her tiny ways.
Then
She saw a little 6 year old
Running helter skelter
Lost
Looking for his guardian
The innocent face
Aching from the bloody forehead
And streaming tears
She mustered the strength
She called the little boy to Her
And he came looking for a safe haven
She held his tiny hands
And said her last words in a single breath
In a language foreign to the boy
And boy said everything to her too in his language
And she smiled at him
For even though he didn’t understand her or she didn’t understand him
He’d be the last body her body would talk to.
And she wanted to smile in the midst of destruction
As an answer for everyone who was scared of it
And for the people who’d stand up to it.
It’s a choice!
Live. Smile. Laugh. Breathe. Think. Feel. Cry. Believe in something. Believe in yourself. Don’t believe things you don’t want. Don’t force yourself. Or maybe do. Tell someone you love them. Be guilty or don’t be. Dislike people don’t hate them. Don’t insult them. Love with all the innocence of your soul. Don’t let experiences ruin them. See things in different ways. There could be a number of them. Sing. Bray if you can’t sing. Fear. Be bold. Feel cold. Eat. Exercise. Dress up. Look fancy when you want to. Don’t do things you don’t want to. Say yes. Say no. Thrill yourself. Love yourself. Surprise someone. Or rather yourself. Do something for someone you love. Make them happy. Feel the things you don’t want to feel. Cause you will anyway. Be jealous, be insecure. Dance. Look like a spastic duck with two left feet if you can’t. Scribble. Draw. Paint. Get wet in the rain. Travel the world. Settle down wherever you want to. Adhere to the universal ways or don’t. Be angry or not. Write. Tell people how you feel. Love animals. Work towards your dreams. Work towards other people. For other people. Or don’t do anything other than what makes you feel alive. Run around in circles. Wear oversized sweaters. Swear if you feel like it. Help people. Realise your passion. Be nice or don’t. Just be something. Do something. Be alive. Make your presence count. Or don’t. Just do what you feel like. There’s nothing to stop you other than you.
The Stardust Elephant 