It’s all okay

There are people who are afraid; afraid of the dark forces that control us like puppets. There are people who have given up and surrendered themselves to the darkness. There are people who pass fake smiles and pretend that they are just like the rest of us, when they know something’s killing them from inside, dismantling them brick by brick as if they are not people but subjects. There are people who try to hide themselves from shit storms. There are people who are lost in the time loop. There are people who hate themselves. There are people trying to be human by fighting their inner monsters.

But sometimes, you don’t have to be in their shoes to understand what they’re going through. Sometimes, all you need to do is be there for them and say the magic words,” It’s all okay.”

 

 

 

My individuality

”Oh mom, look what I did to my hair!”, said the little girl excitedly. Her mother burst into fits of laughter when she saw that her daughter had tied up her hair with a pair of socks! The little girl was so amused by her creation, she went out of the house to show it to her neighbours. She didn’t care about what people may think of her. She didn’t need someone’s approval for who she was. All she cared about, was her weird looking hair!
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I used to be like this little girl- fearless and nonchalant. And to some extent, I am still a bit like her. But I do care a little about what others may think. And I don’t think it’s very healthy. If I appreciate my individuality, why should I need someone else’s approval?

I have a friend who constantly keeps telling me that I should go back to being that girl. But it’s easier said than done. I am going to tell you an incident and it may seem a bit childish but nonetheless, here it goes-I have these Harry Potter spectacles which I used to wear at school. But the criticism and weird looks I got from some of my classmates forced me to not wear them. I just couldn’t handle it. Some strangers just kept staring at me as if I were a fugitive! There were some people who told me that I shouldn’t care whether others like my look or not. But being the socially awkward person that I am, I stopped wearing them. And now I regret it! I deeply regret it. I appreciate who I am, and I shouldn’t let others shape me. So I have decided that from next grade, I am going to wear them at school. Because in the end, looks don’t matter! And nobody has the right to tell you otherwise. If you like something, go for it!

I am socially awkward. Yes, I’m a wallflower, I find dancing and DJs uncomfortable. I find large gatherings strange and I just want to get out. And I won’t let anybody else change me. It’s okay to be an introvert. It’s okay if you don’t like making small talk with distant relatives. It’s okay if you find writing more comfortable than debating. It’s all okay as long as you appreciate your individuality. I’ve been told several times that my presence at a dance party means nothing, that I’m a bore and I let the energy of the people at a DJ down, that I should dance and have ‘fun’ instead of sitting in a corner and just talking to a friend. But they don’t ever understand me. So I let it all slide.

I enjoy more at small gatherings, and that too, with my loved ones. It’s better being complete crazy with your close friends than dancing to loud music and pretending you’re having the time of your life.

It’s just who I am.

Be different, accept yourself, and be like Luna Lovegood and blame it on the Nargles!

 

 

 

 

How did we end up here?

Have you ever wondered how did we end up here? Like how did you end up reading this? How did I end up writing this? How did you end up with your friends? How did I end up asking you this question?

When I come to think of it, it all seems so strange. It’s a matter of choice,really. Maybe you chose to have cornflakes in milk instead of milk in cornflakes!

But there’s something that drives us to choose a path, however small and vague it is.
We are who we are. We shape ourselves by the choices we make.

If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you might know that I love this show called ‘Red Band Society’. And a character in it once said,” You will always be you. You might even be more you. Because your body isn’t you. Your soul is you, and they can never cut into your soul.”

 

 

The silence defines me

I am falling through the clouds of darkness,
gently touching the ground beneath me.
The silence defines me.
I gaze at the sky.
For even she has scars today.

I close my eyes and go into a trance.
And I wish I could stay like that forever,
Not letting chaos trouble me.
The silence defines me.

Would you still look at her the same way?

Tell me
What if she had chosen the stars over the moon?
Would you still look at her the same way?
Tell me
What if she had chosen the deep sea over the high mountains?
Would you still look at her the same way?
Tell me 
What if she had chosen darkness over light?
Would you still look at her the same way?
Would you still look at her the same way?

Rotten petals

The beam of light blinds me,

as I have sacrificed myself to the darkness.

Those memories and promises for a ‘forever’,

are rotten petals in the garden of oblivion.

Nightmares have taken the place of pleasant dreams,

And they cannot hear my screams.

They cannot hear my screams.

 

 

The girl named ‘Heaven’

In a wee bit old town in the summer of ‘97,

A baby girl was born and named ‘heaven’.

Her mother cuddled her every minute, her father told her stories

But all she did was stare at the trees.

She didn’t laugh, or cry, or smile, or talk

and the townspeople had begun to call her a ‘rock’.

Mama and Papa tried everything they could,

from blowing raspberries to cart wheeling in a greenwood.

But nothing affected the little girl,

And the Mayor had begun to call her a ‘churl’.

Soon, everyone gave up on her,

But her parents decided to consult a doctor.

And so they went with high hopes to the town of Trylorn,

But came back in tears when the doctor said,”She was never meant to be born.”

They looked down at their daughter sitting by their side,

Who just stared at them, cold-eyed.

Years went by and she remained the same,

Until the day her parents called her a shame to the family’s name.

That night, for the first time, she shed silent tears,

And now they had come true- her fears.

So she picked up the knife from her bed stand

And put her life to an end.

Alive

We are moving forward

through the wild and beautiful mountains

with young hearts and gay thoughts.

And in this moment,

we know what we are.

We are alive.

The Magic of Magic

Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.    – Roald Dahl

What is magic? Is it the tricks that magicians perform? Is it casting fancy spells? Or is it just a myth?

I believe magic is everywhere- in a pale leaf fallen on the ground, in sea waves, in the rustling of leaves, in books, in ourselves.

When I make someone smile, I call it magic. When I travel to other worlds through books, I call it magic. When I find myself trapped in a labyrinth of fears and hope calls out to me, I call it magic.

Magic is about belief, about the power of imagination. It doesn’t matter if you go beyond the track lines, what matters is how strong your belief remains. I wouldn’t be surprised if one day, I enter a wardrobe and end up in Narnia!

Most people are skeptical about the mere idea of magic. And I think they are missing out on a lot, as magic isn’t something we do, it’s something we experience. And feeling the presence of magic is profoundly influencing. You just need to believe.

It is important to remember that we all have magic inside us.   -J.K.Rowling

Untouched by eternity

On cold dark nights,

I do seek for a flame,

dancing in all its glory,

untouched by eternity.

I know it will end;

the dancing of the flame,

but that is its beauty.