Battle ScarsĀ 

Life O Life, why were you so mean to me?       I wasn’t mean this was your reality!,

This couldn’t be my reality, I was destined for something good,                                            Be patient young Lass you will soon understand me,           

 You are a bully, a predator in disguise,    Why not change the words to teacher or guide! 

You despise me, you want to see me suffer,  It’s just in your head little one, wait for my signal,

 What signal you talk of, another bullet to my bare chest,                                                     Ah! Not a bullet Lass but a medal fairly sculpted for your brave chest , 

No no keep it, I am happy with my battle scars,                                                                      I wear them with pride, they are better than any gold or luxurious stone you talk of!

Ohho so you have learned your lesson now Little Lass,                                                            You adore your scars because they define who you are!

They are me and I am them, there is no me if there is no them,

All I want is peace and happiness to survive, now will you O teacher provide me with that prize?,

I will Lass I will, you have proved yourself, you deserve to live, 

You deserve to be happy, you deserve to rise, like a Falcon you will soar through the sky!

I promise you from up above that you will be satisfied! 

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My Little Secret

I will paint the sky red for you,                         I will paint the sea black,                        Colors got darker when you and I met!

 

Birds started to cry,                                    Wind started to sing,                                      We created our own symphonies when we walked across hell..

All the demons started to cheer for our happy ending,                                                   You and I hand in hand wrote our own happy ending!
The sky was at our feet,the sea above our heads,                                                               we hovered in mid air away from all the stares,


You believed in me,I believed in you,            We were us against the world,             leaving everyone in shocking gloom,

“dare say tell us little lass your little secret”,          “It won’t be a secret if I tell you”

“Little Lass”

What will I be without my scars?,

Without my stains,without my pain,


They tell a story of a little girl,              Delicate as a flower,grown up in a city full of thorns,

An angel with a bright heart,her eyes full of scorching sparks!

A pretty smile plastered on her little face,her voice saying I will win this game!

She knew life was rigged,she knew it was already fixed!

So she did what was in her fragile hands,  she undo the chains with a small jerk of hand, 

It broke into tiny pieces of shattered rules,    she clapped at the sight of her freedom bloom!

Life assaulted the little lass with all it’s might,                                                             with harsh experiences and tainted rights!

She won against all like a warrior out for war!

She wears her scars with magnanimous pride because her scars are a symbol of her being alive!

“Glass Doll”

You were everything to me but it didn’t last.
You found someone else to sing for, I found someone else to dance with,

you sketched your temporary goddess,          I wrote a song for my tainted prince,


We met again in June, the rain washed away our pain, our sufferings…                   we smiled and said our hellos,

One umbrella, two unstitched hearts,       Two souls, one heartbeat,

A perfect moment, last goodbye,                  Two marriages, two murders,                   Ego won again!


When I think of happiness you still appear in my mind, is it just me or my mind is playing it’s tricks again, 

I hope you are doing fine in your life with your goddess, my tainted prince is not really a prince after all… 

Atleast one of us is happy, I don’t have much to say, regrets are voiceless, Ego speaks it’s polished language all the time, wish you were here to pick up the fallen pieces like you did in mid december, I still remember! 

Sincerely,

your dancing glass doll


“Be a Firefly”

In a world full of flies be a fire fly!        Spread light in darkness,

In a world full of moths be a butterfly,    Spread color and beauty, don’t symbolize darkness or decay, be a symbol of life,


Be a voice in a room full of silence,        Spread awareness, be a voice for the voiceless inmates of the prison of conventionalism, 

Be a giver for once, don’t expect anything in return, 

Think good for others and goodness will find you, 

Be a helping hand for once, not a bully!

Be a human with feelings and affections, we all have demons within us, let us destroy them, cage them and give rise to our positive selves, to our human selves, for once think about others not for our ownselves, just think!

Let us be lanterns of light for the lost wanderers, let us guide them back to the path of righteousness, 

Let us give them hope! that we are one and not make them feel like outcasts or exiles from their own kind or land.

Let us for once be less selfish, less cruel!

“Past”

Have you ever witnessed an attack from your past unexpectedly,

The more I want it to stay behind the more it corners me, the things I want to leave buried gets dug up by someone or something and is served to me on a silver platter dish, why can’t it just stay where it belongs, in the past that is….

I am not the same person anymore, I have changed completely, no doubt. I have finished that battle, some I won and some I lost but I have moved on haven’t I? 

They say make peace with your past but how can I make peace with it, if it keeps coming back to me like a boomerang, it keeps dancing like my present is it’s perfect lighted stage, it keeps bouncing infront of me like a ball, why can’t I get freedom from it? why. 

Am I still affected by it that’s why it’s coming back to me or maybe it’s trying to teach me something that I am still unaware of, maybe it’s just playing games with me, I don’t know…

But I do know is that I am literally bored of it, it doesn’t hold much value or doesn’t have much impact on me.. Maybe it did taught me something, to let it go, to not get affected.
My past is like my shadow,                              It travelled with me through thick and thin,

It taught me to survive, it taught me to strive,                                   

It made me who I am today,                          No doubt! I am surprised 

I have made peace with it,                           you should too,

My past my shadow,                                       My past my faithful friend.

Super Positive?

Is it possible to be super positive?
 A new question is bouncing in my head like a ping pong ball, it goes up, it goes down, I throw it away, it comes back with a much higher force, Can we be Godly positive, it’s not even a word I know but can we.

Can you be that positive that if someone does you wrong you try to explain it to yourself,  he or she is just fighting their own battle I was just a part of his/her battle, it was me or his/her goal and like everyone else would, he chose his/her goal and as a result I was hurt or left behind. Can we be this positive? that we try to feel what was his/her reason behind causing me trouble, 

That he or she had to do it, I think that’s how it works someone falls someone gains,  I think this is life, or is it not? can two people get the same thing at the same time without harming each other? think, don’t we everytime leave someone behind when we succeed. 

No one is entirely your enemy, you are just in their way and they have to do you wrong, weird right. 

I think I can never be this positive. Can you? 


I will just stick to being earthly positive haha!