Thursday, March 24, 2011

Trauma haunted victim!

I have legs that seem athletic.
But I cant walk like you.
I am not a baby, confident to learn walking soon.
I have hands.
But cant be like you.
I am not a baby, growing fast to grip.
I have a brain but cant behave like you.
I have no disease but find the diseased are better than me.
I did have goals.
But the golly does not to allow me to make one.
I have wings that can stretch
But the hunters around, shall not hunt me down
But just pluck my feather one after the other.

Filled with fears unexplainable
Lacking courage to make the basic moves ….
Paralyzed, I stand a puppet just making forced moves ….
Unable to trust anything….
Unable to fight, unable to stand, unable to end …
Waiting for ultimate rest…

From the dairies of or trauma haunted victim.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Goodies!

Let your soul soak and sink in sorrow let it swallow the spirit of defeat and betrayal. Then all that is left around is winning and happiness. When you hit the rock bottom, all you can do is get up and get going.
But the universe is vast spread. There is no rock bottom. With heads up you feel you are falling down. With heads down you feel you are advancing. Do you have the verve to turn around?
Whats this I am writing?

These were my feelings last night.
I was very depressed over turns in my life.
With lot of depression and fear ….
Speaking to vacuum, I was looking up the silent skies.
As if my voice reached the stars far off …. they spoke ….

Stars:
My dear, we are all here burning years long.
Or civilizations and generations long to be in your terms.
You see us from distance far.
And say “the romantic night with stars bright”.
Dramatic how you find us burning hard to be romantic.
Everything looks good from a distance and doesn’t make any difference.
I burn this hard and get noticed so far.
Angles are my friends, who enjoy all the way and sing beautiful.
But you hardly know their presence.

Quickly I moved to bed and thought of bedtime stories of my childhood. The following morning I woke up, almost blank. I still remember the stars speak. I moved with my routine and was taking my way up to work. I stood still without my knowledge as if someone from somewhere called me.

This time it’s a small tree that wished me a good morning with a pleasing fragrance and bright colored beauties.

Tree:
Hey dear! How are you today?
You were too lost to hear me yesterday.
I didn’t miss a glimpse of you and so understand you.
I always stand here my way.
I am the same to person who is trying to cut me and shield me.
I am same as you see me now.
I am so patient that I stand here the same way though I am being cut.

With bewildered thoughts I went to up to see a single flower wrapped. This brought a pleasant smile on me. Yet a surprise, the beautiful flower started speaking to me ….

Flower:
Hi how are you?
Are you wondering how I manage to smile despite being cut?
I shall always smile till my last breath.
For shrinkage of smile is the milestone of wicked.
I may not fight against but I am not gonna let them take over.
Alone or with my peers,
I am not helpless yet.
I can keep smiling and spark smiles on others.

Refreshed I started my day bright. We need not run around, for inspiration is around us. No matter what all these inspirations are always there.
Greetings to self!

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