My Beautiful Sister

Confident in herself,

She struts around-

And makes the world her runway.

Believing in herself,

She walks around-

With no obstacles in her path.

This strong, confident woman:

Is my beautiful sister.

Solving problems like a ten-piece puzzle,

She’s the one to go to.

A word of advice at the tip of her tongue,

She’s the one to talk to.

The smartest, the wittiest, and the bravest heart:

She is my beautiful sister.

Moments created together-

Forever cherished.

Laughs shared in each other’s company-

Forever doted on.

Mundane conversations, and exceptional ones-

Forever looked forward to.

These are the few things I do-

With my beautiful sister.

My confidante,

My companion,

My friend,

My comrade,

She is my beautiful sister.

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Future?

What does the future look like?

Does it have a light of its own calling out to you like a beacon?

Is it full of embers straying away from a fire that you have to save from dying out?

Is there a torrent trying to blow out the light from a candle?

Are you looking for a matchstick that can light up the path?

Or, is there a darkness that seeks to swallow you whole?

Tomorrow is inevitable, it is looming on you,

Action has to be taken,

What do you do?

Do you follow a path that has been laid out for you?

Do you take the road less tread on?

Are you going to walk through the valley of the unknown?

Or, will you dig through the earth and create a new path for others to follow?

Thoughts 

Thoughts flee from the brain-

As I try to grasp at something that makes sense.

The brain which ought to produce these thoughts,

Fail me at this moment.

A dense cloud covers the nerves which carry the thoughts 

And the mind becomes a great abyss. 

Thoughts float in this abyss in a haphazard manner

And nothing makes sense.

Nothing comes to the surface.

And I try, but to no avail, 

To grasp at any random thought.

Any random one that can make sense of the things around me. 

But nothing surfaces from the mind.

The abyss which hold my thoughts, mirrors the world I live in,

The world, which I too, will leave at some point,

Just as thoughts have left the control centre of my body.

No one understands this world, 

We may try to.

But any questions answered-

Lead to more questions, 

Making it an unending circle of the unknown.

An unending circle of searching for a light in the dark abyss.

An unending circle of perpetually looking for more.

Caught 

I caught a glimpse as he passed by.
Never before, had I seen a face like that,

A face that could draw me in with just one look from those eyes.

Eyes that pulled me into a trance,

Eyes that looked passed mine,

And into the deepest corners of my soul.

I couldn’t look away.

I was left naked and barren under that gaze

Which scrutinised me without my acquiescence.
I was intrigued, and scared.

Little did I know, that those eyes-

Those beautiful eyes that bore into my soul-

Would lead to my destruction.

I let them draw me in.

I realised, too late, that some phenomena had occurred,

Some irrational thing.

I was hooked.

I was caught.

I was forever lost in those beautiful eyes.

Lose Myself 

I delve into a reality that is not mine. 

I get lost in words that are not mine. 

I lose myself in thoughts that belong to people created in my head. 

Their actions seem to impact me more than those around me.

My mind is caught up in a fantasy. 

A world where good trumps evil;

A world with solutions undeniably present;

A world where magic thrives;

A world filled with wonder;

And a world where anything is possible.
But, I have to remember to come back to reality.

To live the life that belongs to me;

To live in a world where evil prevails;

Where everyone is too scared to do the right thing;

To live in a world where problems grow in size, and solutions float farther away. 

To live in a world filled with monotony;

Where wonder ceases to exist;

A world where possibilities diminish.
I therefore choose to bury myself in the world where everything is easier.

Lost Flicker

 I make up my mind.

And race toward it.

With every step I take

The light brightens,

The flickers intensify,

The warmth that radiates grows to a pulsating heat,

The atmosphere thickens.

And it is at an arm’s length.
I reach for it and everything changes-

The light fades,

The flickers stop,

The heat changes into a piercing cold,

The atmosphere becomes thin,

And everything darkens.
Reality charges at me like a bull,

It hits me and I fall down to my knees.

I feel as if something is lost forever.

It sinks back into me

Like a rock sinking into a river,

The bottom of the river is my shoulders

And a weight has just been dropped on them. 

Ma

A past, I barely know of;
A struggle, you seldom speak of;
And emotions, that are hidden-
Make up this woman, full of love for her children.
This woman who speaks, not of the past, only of the present,
And, known for the mental and emotional strength she possesses.
This is the woman I get to call “Ma”.

The definition of the “strength of a woman ”

Attains a lot more meaning when it comes to you.

The unknown events before my birth,

And those after it,

Have made you the woman you are.

And, more than anything else,

It makes me aspire to be half the woman you are.
Thank you, and I love you-

Are seldom uttered.

However, the magnitude of my appreciation for you,

And, the perpetuity of the love I have,

Exceed anything that I could ever express.

And, I want you to know-

The “goodnights” and the “good mornings”,

Hold all the unspoken words,

That seem too awkward to be said aloud.
A past, I barely know of;

A struggle, you seldom speak of;

And emotions, that are hidden-

Make up this woman, full of love for her children.

This woman who speaks, not of the past, only of the present,

And, known for the mental and emotional strength she possesses.

This is the woman I get to call “Ma”.
The best has been given to us,

And, failing to give the appreciation it calls for,

We forget to say Thank You.

A life without her, is unimaginable.

A life with her, is everything that we could ever need.

Blessed, indeed, we are to have her as our mother. 

Four Years Older

Four years older, 

And five times wiser. 

Four years older,

And ten times stronger.

The journey that is your life,

Keeps me in awe-

Of all that you have gone through.

Survival is a whole new meaning when it comes to you,

You have taught me so much,

Without it dawning on you,

And, for that, I cherish having you as a sister.
You taught me to never give up,

To strive for what I believe in.

You taught me to not let others put me down,

And to not let hateful words affect me.

You have taught me take whatever live throws in my direction,

Head on, and to cope with the changes that come with it.
Thank you, for showing me right from wrong,

Thank you, for teaching me to be strong.

Thank you, for demonstrating how to survive,

Thank you, for the being you have given life.

Thank you, for being you.

Fear

The fear of what lies beyond this world-
That, is the greatest fear of all.
It is the one that inspire people to live,
To continue living,
And, to do what we can to stay alive.

An unknown force drives us to do something.

It could either be fate, or faith that pushes us.

It could even be love, or hope that does it.

Or it could be fear that does the job.
The fear of doing wrong-

Pushes people to do the right thing.

The fear of disappointment-

Encourages people to work harder than ever.

The fear of losing someone-

Prompts people to do things they never imagined they could.

Fear also makes people cheat, and lie. 

The fear of getting caught doing something wrong-

Compel people to lie about it.

The fear of facing consequences-

Provoke people to cheat their way through life.
The fear of what lies beyond this world-

That, is the greatest fear of all.

It is the one that inspire people to live,

To continue living,

And, to do what we can to stay alive. 

Beauty

To ridicule an object of beauty,
Is to blemish a memory,
To mar a truth,
To destroy a love.
‘A thing is beauty, is a joy forever’.
To ruin that object,
Is to ruin the joy that it brings to someone.

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

What someone finds beautiful,

May be in contrast to what we think is beautiful.

The most outlandish thing to someone,

Could mean a great deal to someone else. 
However, beauty does not lie in the object.

It is what lies within the object that makes it beautiful.

Beauty lies in the memory associated to the object,

It lies in a truth we are unaware of, 

In a love we are unaware of.
To ridicule an object of beauty,

Is to blemish a memory,

To mar a truth,

To destroy a love. 

‘A thing of beauty, is a joy forever’.

To ruin that object,

Is to ruin the joy that it brings to someone.