Time is the witness,
Every time my soul cried,
Every time my voice was lost,
Time stood still just standstill.
Cry me a river,
For I have cried a river,
Over the past years, and
Time is the witness for those tears.
Time is waiting,
To touch our soul,
Time is the only thing,
Which heals our soul
Sometimes things may flee you,
But there is always those moments few,
When in a distance we see the light,
Time, again it’s just a matter of time.
Amidst a world of judgemental chaos,
Feeling lost in the middle of something,
Is this just a bad dream or a wake-up call,
Life spins as though caught in a vortex.
It’s time to unlearn what I learnt,
It’s time that I learnt the new ways,
To break free from the chains of the past,
And embrace the dawn of a brand new day.
The world is full of endless possibilities,
And the future is ours to create,
But the darkness of the past still lingers,
A shadow that we cannot escape.
The fear and the hate that we carry,
Are the ghosts that haunt us at night,
And the chains that we wear around our necks,
Are the weight that we cannot fight.
But in the midst of all this pain,
A glimmer of hope still remains,
It helps me find the strength to cope,
For the road ahead is lone and long.
This post is very emotional and close to my heart, as it had happened with someone whom I know quite closely. When I heard her telling me the incident, the impact was so profound that it sent shivers down my spine when I heard it. I wished I was by her side, offering solace and holding her close to say, “Don’t worry, you are safe now”…
She said to me over and over….it’s a miracle, it’s my second chance and it’s my second life… I told her miracles often happen to exceptional individuals, and she was undeniably one of them. Second chances, I reminded her, are always extraordinary in their own right…
Thank you dear for sharing this with us. Let’s read her own words to understand her ordeal….
Plunging into the Abyss: My Rainy Day Ordeal
On a rainy day, my friends and I decided to go watch a movie. After watching the heart-pounding
thriller movie, it was time for all of us to head home. The afternoon rain had transformed the familiar
streets near the bus hub into gushing streams, and I was determined to beat the impending
downpour on my way back. Little did I know, this seemingly routine walk would thrust me into a
situation beyond my wildest imagination.
Sometimes I feel overwhelmed and lost. They say ‘Time is the healer’ … But it’s not true … Time doesn’t heal…Time buries pain… But the wounds remains. People sometimes think I am resilient but I am not… I try to cover up the pain and the wound with my happy face … Cause I know ultimately it’s just me myself and there is no point in being catatonic about it.
They say there is always a calm before the storm and it’s just a matter of time before it strikes. It lurks around and it’s evident it’s been coming for sometime. No woman lies about being abused, yet sometimes people don’t get what’s it to be abused and the trauma it leaves behind in them, in their mind, in their life. Tears have trickled down the cheeks quite often more than the rain on the window pane. Grief is sometimes insurmountable. Too difficult a battle to be waged alone.
The ocean is powerful, mostly its vast. It’s full of mysteries, who knows what lies out there beneath the surface. May be dreams, sunken sorrows, its a great unknown. That’s what the ocean is.
Sometimes I feel tied to a rock, and flung down in the middle of this chaos. A chained up mess, and sunk to the bottom of the ocean, but the echo it creates reverberated till I could hear no more. Who would have thought the strength I needed to muster up…I find them mostly futile.
Sometimes I felt that I always had a way of chasing my ghosts..We see ghosts in our dream… No…no…. ghosts are not the ones who are dead…infact ghosts have very little to do with the dead. They are more about what’s dead inside us.
More about the past that lives inside us. Dreams are imitation of reality. There is no sugar coating it. Like it or not that’s the reality…
Mermaid keeps challenging me with her drawings to pen down few lines to match her artistic ability. I gladly abide as it inspires me to pen down in seconds to match her artistic flavour. Thank you for the inspiration….❤️
So here it goes:
A Butterfly Kiss 🦋
A tiny little butterfly fluttering with its little wings,
As pretty as a cotton candy it fluttered around,
Only to fly and settle on my hands,
My little lips quivered to kiss her tiny little wings.
I was asked to write a poem based on this beautiful sketch. I hope I have done justice to this drawing by scribbling a few lines down.
Just you and me, hand in hand,
Someone to hold me together forever,
Looking beyond the clouds and moon
For a world which holds only you and me.
Let’s chase our dream and leave this world behind,
Lovely as it may seem but it’s a wish and I know it,
I know you are true, for you are near to me,
And I always want you to stay, just me and you.
Jungle rumbled with the wailing birds,
Morning started with their chitter chatter.
All through the day they kept mumbling and rumbling,
By the time the sun set the birds started its wailing.
The moaning and groaning,
The wailing and sighing
The high pitched throbbing,
Alas, only kept growing.
Left out perhaps, lonely as it seemed,
The deafening sobbing that tortured,
The passion with which they wailed,
Lasted forever as though they brooded.
Will the heaven hear them wail,
Will they get over this pitiless pain,
As the thunder rumbled along with the rain,
Will this end, the wailing which pierces my soul.
Like a wind in the desert,
Like a cold new moon night,
Like a sand grain in the dune,
Like a monsoon in the mid of June.
Taking a moment to look back and reflect,
Standing still in this last few hours of the year,
Today I may be down and worn out,
But I did kickstart the year with a bang.
I did witness the most beautiful sunrise of my life,
And I saw the most beautiful sunset too,
I saw different layers and colours of the sea,
And everything in between the land and the sea.
Today I may be broody and gloomy,
But I know the sun will rise tomorrow,
Perhaps not from the same place it set,
And I know I will shift from this phase to another in course of time.
Pain becomes integral part of your life,
And then you realise there is no where to run,
No words comfort you and everything hurts,
Looking beyond the pain itself becomes painful.
Sunrise comes so does the sunset,
All the while you realise that it hurts,
The world quick to judge, not witnessing
The bruises you have acquired all the while,
Years zoomed past by and so did life on this earth,
The fact that your days on this earth are counted,
Makes it more fearful, when I look back, I realise,
I wanted so much more, but I gained so less.
May be it could have been worse than what it is now,
I know I need to be more grateful than being grudgeful,
But I cry inside and outside, I scream out in my head,
Who will see the boiling thoughts in my mind.
Alas, the pain gets through me and it wins,
And I sulk and gets curled up into myself,
I slowly crouch inside my own self the cocoon I have,
Slowly suffering the hurt from the inside and the pain from outside.
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