Another morning without you by my side,
Another silent night slips by.
And in between days and months and rolling years,
I struggle between what to hold and what to let go.
When did things go dim ?
When did I stop listening my heart ring?
Well, enough of those blame games
Enough of towering promises
All in the sand, all in the sea; I see it pass.
Yet, did I cease existing?
Who cares right?
I was existing like the smog that blinds,
Like the whirl of a tempest yet calm from outside.
But, who cares right?
All that they wanted to know was how bad it felt
Was it a filthy sore or could my heart still melt
Between what remain unasked and what remained unsaid
I tore my heart open and she saw how it bled,
But no more did she felt the pain.
No more did it matter.
She had nothing to listen I had everything to tell
Well, but who cares right?
As long as I act smart and fool the world,
I would be left to my own.
So, I decided to turn the rules of the game.
I sew my heart, it no more bled.
I gulped my pain and the world had nothing to gain.
But you see, I didn't even care to find, "who cares?"
All that it mattered was I cared and I still do.
I wrote my rules, I fixed the game
As long as I play it, I win even when I fail.
No more do mornings depress me,
No more does the darkness of the night suffocate me
I am more myself than I ever was
I am more happy to wear my own skin.
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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