Poetry

Two Broken Wings.

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She had a lonely past.
Loneliness, her friend of choice.
The past had taught her lessons few.

Drunk mother taught her to keep her mouth shut.
Opening it resulted in insults hurled incessantly.
It was better to stay hidden.
It was better to stay quiet.

Depressed father educated her to never get attached.
The spirit bottles her mother guzzled had made him a broken man.
He did nothing. He said nothing.
It was better to stay aloof.
It was better to stay away.

Promiscuous sister was the next in line.
She taught her to never trust the divine.
She slept around in hopes of finding the one.
There was no one.
There was never one.

She used to dream of flying around,
Enjoy the sights and the cheerful sounds.
She was now a bird with a broken wing.
She couldn’t fly, she didn’t dream.
Then came he.

Filling her with hope and positivity,
He told her she was magnificent and free.
She believed him and started to try,
She was going to be the bird
With a broken wing who could fly.

She thought she got rid of the past that engulfed her.
She didn’t think she needed to stick with the lessons anymore.
She believed he was the one who would help her fly and dream again.

He was the last straw, he wasn’t supposed to be.
He promised to teach her to fly with one wing.
Instead, he broke the other wing.
She was now a bird with two broken wings,
that couldn’t fly.
She wouldn’t fly.

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Life of HER.

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Braiding the memories of her life past in her hair she started walking on the path she saw in her dreams. It was happy memories for when she wanted to feel the love coursing through her bones. And, it was the sad memories for when she just needed to feel.
She filled her water bottle with water laced with the salt in her tears. It was from happy tears for when she needed to reminisce and laugh. And, it was tears she had shed when her heart broke for when she just needed to remember that she didn’t need nobody to hold her up. She was a strong girl. She was the strongest on her own.
She stopped and turned back to the light breeze that had followed her from the place she called her past. It whistled merrily with smell of her soul and the voice of the smiles in the days past. And, it whispered of the whimpered begging she did when she thought she needed them to live and the waterfalls of emotions she had let go of in the sea already burgeoning with the feelings of others. She smiled and urged the breeze to return to where it had come from. She thanked it for the presents that it had brought. She would need the tinkling of the whispers for when she needed to remember she was a wild one who had been restrained for far too long. Never again.
Looking ahead at the bends in the road fashioned with the essence of her soul, she exhaled. She let go of all the ties she had thought she needed to survive but actually didn’t. And, she let go of all the digressions and hurt she had carried in spaces between her bones and blood. They were weighing her down. She didn’t need them anymore.
She looked up at the sky sparkling with pieces of her life she wanted to hold on to but didn’t need to hold on to. They would travel with her till she decided that she was enough on her own. They would sparkle, arranged in constellations of memories past. And, when she was ready to move ahead without them, they would fall like beautiful stars, turning into stardust, a shower of happiness and tears –everything that made her her.

P.S. Another one, I guess. Sigh

-a-

Poetry

She wanted.

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Wanted.

She sat still on the windowsill
Looking down at the street below.
The mother of 4 juggling the groceries,
The mad man singing about getting killed on Friday,
The vagabond trying to sell rattraps to whoever would look him in the eye,
The giggling girls talking about boys they’ve loved before.
She sat there, staring, and speculating.
She was there. And, yet not.
She was thinking about the time gone by.
She was thinking about the days wasted.
She was thinking about the past that flew by her, unnoticed.
She wanted to live again, and not just exist.
She wanted to take it all in, and not just breathe.
She wanted her life back.
She wanted to live.
She wanted.

-a-

Lists

5 Ways to Get on with Life Once a TV Series Ends.

When you invest hours upon hours in a story, the characters, the relationships, and the emotions, you form an attachment to that TV series. Watching it and waiting to watch it becomes a habit you can’t seem to shake off. You think about what happened in the last episode you watched when you wake up and you wonder about what will happen next when you go to bed. You start breathing, living, and dreaming in the world of those beloved characters. You obsess and you want to get to the end. But when you do, it hits you like a sledgehammer.

Mayen. What? It’s over? No more Kate and Sawyer? No more annoying Jack? What do I do now? WHAT!?!*

It’s not easy to move on from the life you had experienced alongside your own. It was as if it’s yours, too. You were with them right there on the island, too. So, how to get out of the funk and get on with your life when it’s ended?

Here are 5 steps how.

1. START WATCHING A NEW SERIES. Duh

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Well, isn’t that the most obvious option? To stop obsessing over one thing, and to start obsessing over something else. As simple as that. Not exactly healthy. But, well, a person in need got to do what they got to do.

2. WRITE AND SCRAPBOOK.

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Get it out, darling. Whatever it is that comes to your head when you think of it, write it down in a separate notebook. Scrapbook. Paste pictures, and little trinkets that remind you of that favorite scene, write stuff about characters and write about your opinions on a particular twist that the new season brought about. And once you have it all poured over the pages, make a time capsule and put the notebook away for next, say, 2 years. You will reminisce and be so damn happy when you get to see it again.

3. START A FAN BLOG.

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It’s the new cool. People love to find people with similar interests. Write reviews of episodes, your opinions about different relationships throughout the series, how it could have turned out better, how it couldn’t have been any better, characters and their lives, the actors and their lives…blog it out of your system.

4. START YOUR OWN RANGE OF MEMORABILIA MERCHANDISE.

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If you have the funds and the time, you can start your own range of merchandise dedicated to the series. This will engage your creative sides and will make the ideas swirling inside your head a beautiful reality. This will get you to stop going crazy and will be like a productive transformation of the series in your life. Not to mention, you will make money out of it.

Who doesn’t want an amazing pendant, or ring, or key chain, or mugs, or tee-shirts which reminds them of their beloved series?

5. RE WATCH.

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Re watch the whole series again. Maybe then you will get over it and stop obsessing. When it becomes predictable and not so wonderful anymore, maybe it won’t be that great for you. Maybe you will realize that all it was meant for was 2 reruns and now it’s time to move on.

Getting over something isn’t easy. It takes time and patience. A TV series is nothing different. So, try to get over it, do stuff that might help, but if you aren’t able to move on, maybe you aren’t meant to. Not yet.

(NOTE: This isn’t only about moving on from a TV series. These steps can be followed to get over anything. If it’s a relationship –with friends, with family, whatever –maybe you got to start trying. Or, maybe not. It’s your call. Take your time. With a little improvising these steps can be used to get over anything in life. All you need is patience. And, a little faith.)

*referencing the TV series LOST.

Poetry

I’d call you home.

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The moment I saw you nearing,
I felt a strange calm settle over me.
My heart slowed the pumping.
My mind backtracked on the whirring.
The dark corners of my guilt-soaked soul
Took a deep breath and let go some.
You were my personal brand of redemption.
All the screaming, all the crying-
It took a backseat in my head.
I knew the second I saw you nearing,
You will be my salvation.
You felt like home.
You are home.
Home.

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Poetry

मुकम्मल (Complete)

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Collecting all the pieces of my heart, softly, he completed me.
उनसे मुलाकात हुई।
पल दो पल की बात हुई।
लगे वो कुछ अपने से।
लगे कुछ जाने पहचाने से।
छू लिया उन्होंने दिल को।
हमारी रूह में झाँक लिया।
मिले वहाँ कुछ टुकड़े बिखरे हुए।
नरमी से समेटकर,
मुकम्मल कर दिया।।
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Translation:
I met him.
we talked for a second or two.
He felt like he was mine.
He felt familiar.
He touched my heart.
He looked into my soul.
There lay some scattered pieces.
Collecting all the pieces of my heart, softly,
He completed me.