I know you haven't been okay
I know how hollow you must feel every day, carrying those painful moments in life
I know how hard you are trying to keep up with life.
I know how much it is exhausting you.
But one thing I don't know,
If I go on like this…
Will you give up and stop beating soon?
You fly away with the passing wind.
It's not like we realise it every day.
But,
That sudden gush of wind,
That sudden picture or memory,
That sudden music,
That sudden perfume,
Is enough to make our skin feel tight,
Realising how fast you ran away…
How long are you going to stay silent?
Yes, you!
I am talking to you!
You think standing up for yourself, might hurt their feeling.
But what about you?
Doesn't your heartburn?
Watching those ugly souls go away, crushing you down to bedrock.
I know you are not weak or stupid.
You are way stronger than any of us, gulping that pain of betrayal down your throat and smiling like everything is fine.
But don't do it,
Don't do this anymore!
Open your mouth and let that pain fly away.
Do it now!
Shackle yourself with freedom, not pain.
What is love really?
Does a simple affection between two people mean to love? Or does just a parent showing affection towards his/her child means to love?
No…
Your little one trying to hold your finger is love
A chunk of unknown emotions inside you is love
Sharing a pencil or an eraser is love
Knowing the core of one's heart is love
Covering up for your friend is love
Watching your favourite film or series is love
Food, sleep, exercise and repeat is love
Making someone happy is love
Crying for someone is love
Scolding someone is love
Imagining your future with someone is love
That tiny smile on your face, while you are reading this, is love
We often misunderstand love to be toxic or just restrict it to certain places or to people which misreads our perspective on it.
But baby,
It is love when you are rising in it and not falling :)
Here are my four short abstract tales compiled in a box. Hope you liked it and do let me know if you want more.
~Chandrima (An Abstract Soul)