I hid my pain rotting within,
I feared it's suffocating stench.
I wanted your wounds to heal
Just as I hoped mine to fade .
You fell for your wounds and I fell for your pain.
After all, I have always been true to pain.
With every breath under the sky, I have died by bits,
And I am dying continuously without any fail.
I was born with a curse which refuses to leave my skin,
My skin, well it hides well!
My inner world is scattered in bits, but do I give up?, I ask myself.
Where do I run to , if running away could cure me of my curse!
But I was not born to run out of it, I was born to live with it.
I stand transfixed, gazing at the far horizon
And with the last bit of sunrays on my hair
And the wind on my skin
I dream and I keep on dreaming!
My dreamscape is all that I have for myself.
I wasn't always who I am today. It took a lot of courage to break past my shell. Oscar Wilde had once stated that knowing what you want to be in life becomes a curse because you invariably become that but not knowing is liberating, there are endless possibilities of who you can become. I too didn't know who I was going to be. Today, I realise it was liberating. I never knew i could find my voice some day. Now that I feel liberated,it becomes difficult to remain confined. We need to grow, evolve into better beings each day. We need to grow past the "checks and balances" of life. I remember Fuller here, Fuller has asked us to be a part of a process of this evolving planet. He wants us to be "verbs" not "nouns"! Here is a tale of an introverted me who knew not what to expect from life . ....... I would talk less at school, not attend socialising events, avoid looking at stranger's eyes while on the road. In short, I wanted to be invisible to t...
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