I am reminded of my conversation with my therapist after writing the previous blog today that writing to express grief is also a reaction. I am trying to adjust to the fact gradually that I just react to grief differently than everybody else does. What wonders can therapy do!
Be the heartbreaker if the need be.
Let them go and set yourself free.
You are not responsible for their growth.
They need to learn their lessons on their own.
It is very strange, indeed,
that I find peace
among people and places
completely stranger to me.
If it is their time to go, let them leave.
Don’t hold on to them because of your belief.
Don’t decide on the basis of your memories.
All can’t be with you throughout your journey.
O Mother! Don’t say that
you will separate
and live apart
from any sign of this world.
I am in a fright towards who I was in the past. Everyone and everything could affect me. I used to cry silently. I was bullied and laughed at by all the people of my age in the primary and secondary classes without any fault of mine. This experience transformed me into a premature person. Hence, now I can also connect, reciprocate and communicate with the ones who understand the patterns of life.
Some people appear
to be sweet as sugar
but in real
are cold as ice. They trigger
you to say and do bitter
and only blame you later
for your behavior.
Art is a blessing to humanity.
It provides a vision beyond sanity.
It engulfs us into its own world
where beauty persists and emotions are swirled.
Sometimes, a thought strikes in my mind
‘What if I have nothing to write?
What would I do when the subject’s void?’
but I suppose, this situation will never occur possibly.
I am thinking of dropping my college lately. Of course, my parents won’t allow me to but it’s a constant recurrent thought in my mind, not because I wish to follow a trend of famous people but because I feel there is a lot of unwanted energy around me that’s hindering me, more or less, from accessing the best of me and my life.