Truth be told,
Each personal deals with pain contrastively,
Coward or bold.
Some resort to violence to ease the pain,
But never does it subside,
Neither does the pain betake oneself permanently nor heal your aching wounds.
The answer is known to you,
It longingly calls to you,
Awaiting for your acceptance.
Pain can be easily molded into power if allowed to.
With pain comes dedication
With pain comes the will to stand and fight,
To be better,
To restrain yourself from ever hurting again.
You will achieve greatness!!!
They try to see eye to eye,
The moon and the sun.
Even with their enhanced visual perception,
They couldn’t even make out each other’s physique.
They are hours apart!
I write the truth and the truth alone
If you will not have time for us,
We will not make time for you.
We have had enough!
All laced with lies and deceit.
We are fed up!
We will wait for you to realize your mistakes,
I only hope it won’t be too late
Life is not a video game you can restart and rewind as you please.
And you most definitely can’t play people’s lives like one !
You take us for blind and ignorant
But your lies,
We see right through.
Hurt us with the truth,
But never comfort us with a lie.
Giving us fake hope,
Then squandering it in the end
Is like a knife plunged into flesh by kin.
On the outside it pierces the side
but within it captured the soul.
He too was a tempter,
He in turn had a temper.
He too came with floods,
He in turn brought forth drought.
He too was as cold as night,
He in turn was as hot as day.
And forth came
One who could foresee
One who was both hot and cold
One who was perfect beyond imagination
With him came irony of
What could have been,
What was expected to be,
But could never be.
They were after all
Two person’s apart.
Sweet five year old Melody,
Like the day she first saw the light.
One curious little creature,
Never too content with what she already knew.
Such a clueless kitten she was,
Always out searching,
Searching for danger himself.
A whispering of euphoric melodies,
Call out to her,
Only for her ears alone to hear.
She crept through the corners of the dark play of the room.
Never did she cower in fright,
What a brave yet dull child she is!
The wooden floors scream underneath her feet as she took on more rickety steps approaching her crucifixion.
There she walks,
A poor weakling,
The school nerd,
Waste of air,
She should just die!’
Did it hurt?
They hoped it did.
These words I’ve heard all too well,
That was me!
At one point or the other
But never was I once ashamed
Now I stand tall
And will forever tell the tale.
The girl who was one the fable
Is now their zeal
My lips could never be sealed
And my pen
Will never slip!
Alike the enticing Phoenix
I emerge from the ashes
When I am called upon
I dwindle and bust into flames
When I know I’m needed no more
I am still a child
In need of fatherly affection…