Being Yourself

Be sure you’re happy!

To be at a place and witness it rise and to be away and witness it fall apart…. I saw it all, as I write this I know things are surfacing. The dreams are changing and the vision is broadening. The lies have debilitated giving clear way to the truth and its happening now and it somehow makes me happy. I no longer belong to that place but I am content. Most of what I write is ambiguous and it’s difficult for people to understand, still come to think of it, we have all been at a place like that. Haven’t we? The place that didn’t exist but was made to, so that people could find comfort in the lies while the deception could benefit some. I belonged to the group that could see beyond the stories, someone who would question the statements, who’d need constant affirmations on the reasoning.

I am happy at least I saw the truth, it helped me mature. This wasn’t the only place and there will be many such instances but I select to stick with what’s right because it’s difficult to live with a prickly conscience. I may not always climb the ladder and may have to step down once or twice but I’d only come back stronger and more alive.

So, for anyone who has believed and wants to, never stop. Your audacity will be abhorred, you will be one constant target, your dreams will be made fun of but again everyone dreams yet only some remember. Keep dreaming, and keep performing but don’t forget to move on and away from what pricks your conscience because when the day turns into dark what remains is just you and your beliefs.

Be sure you’re happy!

Belief does move mountains!!!

Rough Patch

My world came crashing down again

I realised once again I was betrayed

How, I didn’t know.

Why I had a faint idea.

I can’t afford to be a know it all,

The ball isn’t anymore in my court

I have been let down and I wish I could let them down,

The cycle still incomplete

I am stuck at the turnaround.

Move it, I screamed,

inside my head.

Move on, I cried,

Determined inside.

“You’re better than that, you always were”,

The forlorn heart tries to help.

But the lies too sharp

Gnawed at my heart

I was stuck, the limbs felt numb,

The reality harsh,

It really hurt.

I had met the sayers,

But the doers were dead…

They said something and did something else instead,

I understood conspiracies,

Once after they were hatched,

As I sat, all by myself.

Finally I started to solve the puzzle,

Every piece that fit,

Left me a tad more bewildered.

I understood the lies stacked,

And the people involved,

I could count them on my fingers before,

I eventually moved on,

I wouldn’t forget them or what they had done,

I will keep them in my memory,

Till their deeds come undone.

And when finally we meet,

I will look through them,

Like they never were a part of my realm.