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.

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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. 

Something Lost

To lose something irreplaceable-
Is to lose a piece of your being.
This something, which has been with you all your life,
Is suddenly wrenched away, by unseen hands.
And life comes to a halt.

To lose something irreplaceable-

Is to lose a piece of your being.

This something, which has been with you all your life,

Is suddenly wrenched away, by unseen hands.

And life comes to a halt.
Never before has it occurred to you,

That this thing-

This thing you’re so attached to-

Could one day be lost forever.

Life goes on without it,

But something seems to be amiss.

So a quest for a replacement commences.

Something akin to it is found.

But, no voids have been filled.

The voids have merely been covered up

With fragments that easily come undone.
The search is continued in vain,

With an unrelenting hope

That the void inside you

Will cease to exist.

Unknowingly and unaware of it,

Life without the thing, seems easier.

Life continues.

And Hope navigates you through it. 

Simple Joys

The simple joys in life.
That is what we need to acknowledge.
The sound of laughter ringing in our ears,
The screams of happiness from children around us,
The look of pride on our parents’ countenance,
The perpetual love we receive from our siblings.
Contentment in these things have to be achieved,
Appriaciation in them has to be given,
Reciprocation of the love and laughter has to be restituted.

The simple joys in life. 

That is what we need to acknowledge.

The sound of laughter ringing in our ears,

The screams of happiness from children around us,

The look of pride on our parents’ countenance,

The perpetual love we receive from our siblings.

Contentment in these things have to be achieved,

Appreciation in them has to be given,

Reciprocation of the love and laughter has to be restituted.
Those unfortunate to feel these simple joys crave for it.

They crave to hear the laughter of their loved ones,

They crave to see their children screaming with joy,

They crave to see their parents’ proud faces once again,

They crave to feel the unbridled love that a sibling can give,

They crave the simplest of things which are neglected by many.
Those of us fortunate enough to have these things-

Should be gratified with all that we are blessed with.

Our selfish desires, 

Our ability to condemn,

Our need to shackle the minds of people soaring higher than us,

And the greed that seem to overpower us,

Must come to an end.

I try, from this day forth, 

To be better than I am now,

To learn to be grateful for all that I have

And, to enjoy the simple joys that life offers.

Fit In

What is beauty?

We all pretend to know what it is.

But is beauty what we feel something is? 

Or, do we just say something is beautiful, just to fit in? 

Isn’t that what we all want?

To fit in?

What, then, is fitting in?

Thinking the way other people do? 

Feeling the way other people do?

No one would be special then. 

To be special, to mean something,

That is what we all crave for. 

So we do what people do,

We try to fit in. 
But on this path to “fitting in”,

We lose ourselves,

And forget what we are. 

Bottled Thoughts

​Bottled up thoughts constantly haunt me.

Thoughts that would make people see me as simply human,

Thoughts that could hurt people,

And thoughts that could alter relationships.
I bottle up these thoughts,

Because no one is compelled to know what I feel,

To know what I think, and to know what goes through my mind.

I bottle up everything, because it seems the easier thing to do.
I have no identity, 

I have no doubt that who I am, 

Does not affect anyone. 

I live to please people.

But am selfish in the eyes of others

As I try to voice out my thoughts,

And to attempt to not bend to people’s wills. 

I simply exist in a world where no one gives a shit. 

Shadow

​She goes through life like it’s a dream.

She does not want to voice her opinions,

Because no one can be satisfied.

She does not want to speak her thoughts,

Because feelings are hurt. 

She does not want to hear what people think about her,

Because she could not care less of what they think. 
She knows that this is reality.

She is opiniated,

And her voice satisfies no one.

Her thoughts are spoke aloud,

And emotions are hurt. 

She hears what people think about her,

But is so used to the judgments,

It all rolls off her. 
All she wants to do is make people happy,

But no one is ever satisfied by what she does.

Her opinions and thoughts don’t matter

Because someone else’s thoughts and opinions

Have greater effect on people.

She wants to be heard. 

She wants to be seen. 

But she’s just a shadow, 

Going through life in a dream,

With no one beside her.