He....
The one who doesn't know
Cinderella's Story.
The one who is no prince
But an apprentice.
She...
The one who is no princess
Neither a commoner.
The one who in the end
Always forgives.
Such is life
Such is our story.
Because in the end..
No matter what..
The glass slipper always fits.
Nothing to hide
Or conceal.
Acceptance has bravery
Hidden to heal.
When tears build up
But are forced
Not to fall.
They dry..
They burn..
And turn the soul
To ashes
Dark..meaningless..
Anger and rage..
The heat of burnt aggression..
Unextinguished..
The fuel to power
Drive strength..
Negative
When channelized well
Is positive...
Who am I ?
Am I the one giggling aloud with you?
Or the one weighing myself every second, a morsel of food hits my tongue?
Am I the one jealous of every thin or popular woman out there?
Or the one who is a coward, trying hard to please everyone?
Am I the one learning to say no for things I don't approve of?
Or the one whose soul is screaming in disagreement inside but not even a whisper comes out?
Am I the one with so many dreams?
Or the one lost with no direction?
Who am I ?
Too many questions.
No answers.
Just instances of the extremities.
Being most honest now,
But still reeling under the fear of rejection
Of being an outcast
Of being out there...
Left alone in the cold.
Who am I ?
A brave soul?
Or a scared heart?
Who am I ?
Stuck in the middle of nowhere,
The path divides into many directions,
Taking with it, a part of me...
Losing myself bit by bit
To the madness,
Of excelling,
Of being better,
Of surrendering..
Few dreams beyond the horizon,
Wait for me..
But I wonder for how long..
I might still be here,
Stuck in pettiness..
While my soul yearns,
For that illusive peace..
Of pure joy,
Of real aspirations,
Of my true being..
The sleepy cries of a child,
My magenta curtains,
The sleep eludes...
The fan swirling
The darkness shy of the light
The silent breaths
The rainy cold
Nose and feet
But then incomplete
This moment
Without you
Thus, Without me.
An image lurking in the dark,
Under your bed,
Or by the window,
With the voice of intense silence,
And eyes deepened with red,
the red of blood,
Also dripping from the nails,
And of course,
The glistening drop of crimson,
On the corner of her lip,
She is stuck in between,
After the end and
before the beginning.
Oh this one is going to be pretty easy. I keep thinking about this all the time.
1. There you have it. I think about it a LOT. So I always forget the "doing" bit.
2. Gym is expensive.
3. Home has nooooo space for gym equipments.
4. Morning is tooooo early.
5. Evening is tooooo dark and yes, unsafe.
6. Terrace is sooooo boring for a walk.
7. Today is holi/diwali/weekday/weekend.
8. Gym clothes. Who has them? You buy them and dont use them. Then they become old. When you finally decide on gymming. Bam! No gym clothes that are shiny new.
9. Tiredddddddddd. I worked really hard today. How can I have the energy to workout?
10. And when all the above reasons don't work. I tell myself "I am all pepped up. Ready to rock. Let's start workout from t.o.m.o.r.r.o.w!?".
*chuckles*
Ciao!
Aparna Gautam
(*Confers a proud self pat to herself*)
