We go around the same circles ALL THE TIME
And there are darker ones around my eyes
which are worn out cause they have been consistently moist.
I have grown thin now, I don’t eat so well
I don’t wish to
Into which I know I shouldn’t jump, cause I can’t swim
Then how did I land into this one?
I am sure I wasn’t dragged or dropped
Maybe I was told not to, so I did. Just to prove a point.
Not even a point
Makes sense now
To be in these circles
To cry for help in vain cause you are too deep inside the mess
for anybody to hear you.
There is a possibility of a life outside, who knows
Where my eyes would be unswollen, bigger
My smile wider,
Where I would wish for the next day to come, while going to bed every night
Because I would know,
That like today, tomorrow too, I would be walking into happier ways.
Talent. How does it look?
Talent is attractive
It attracts people
It attracts dreams
It never lets shape, skin, age
come anywhere in between.
It’s like the nectar of a flower
All the bees just want to hover over it,
and over it, all day long.
They don’t even know its name. They are pulled by its fragrance, its brightness alone.
But did the flowers ever imagine they would want bees all around them?
Talent makes you want things that were never thought for you
Makes you break the rules
It is such a rush, ALL the time!
It wants to come out, all at once!
Even when your mind and body are not ready for it.
It doesn’t care, cause it’s SO RAW.
It’s often brazen, can hardly think for itself.
It only demands
more of you, from you.
Talent. What does it do?
Gives birth to things that were never seen or felt before.
It is SO MUCH FUN
when it’s fresh,
when you have just begun to feel it through your veins.
How CRAZILY you try to make it yours, show it off,
work for it, to not lose it.
But talent is never lost.
It’s either active or dormant.
It depends on how we invoke it
out, from ourselves.
Skills rust, not talent.
Talent is so beautiful that it makes people fall in love,
just like that.
So easily. With a click of the fingers.
Talent is a blessing.
And should be used like one.
Talent is so much more than this, that I need a book with two hundred pages to fill it with. And there’d still be more.
I was barely breathing,
Such a time I would see I didn’t know.
You were supposed to bloody help me!
But you left me there to wither.
Now I am just a stem with a petal or two.
You can still hold me, though it won’t be a sight like before.
I may still have a little fragrance left
But not the strength.
Well that said, it would be easier for you to crush me now.
Yesterday I saw a dream.
I was a candle
roughly the size of your palm
in a room with an early moon.
giving off all my light
melting one drop at a time.
And you were there too, collecting all my parts as they fell.
One red and one black too
That new house
Spending money as you blink
Giving me all your time!
Me not an ocean here!
Me just a mug
Can hold it only till the brink
Be it hurt or love
And when you stuff in that extra care,
Me starts spilling hormones everywhere!
So, sweetheart, it’s okay to lemme fall a few times!
Me made of steel
So won’t break like a glass
Me don’t like so much attention
But like to stand first in class
Me gonna serve you with juice in the morning
And with water when you thirsty
Me knows you want me to give you wine too,
Even though you never ask.
but me too ordinary for that…
Me not presentable
Not slender like the other few
Dents here and there, from falling.
Me very simple,
Often afraid of drying and ending up empty someday
So much in love with you that Me knows Me don’t deserve you
So just waiting for you, to lemme down once.