Let's_Be_Real

  I wish i could collect every star From the galaxy part by part, And line them up And make a way to my HOME.!! Then i'd put some crushed ones Into a glass and swirl them up, Just to have a sip of it To get to know how it tasted! It tasted bitter!  And prayed to never let anyone Taste any of these..  Just because they weren't whole, They were crushed to less.  I could also see the half bright star Partly holding on to life And partly pretending to be alive, Now I'd hold it in my hands  Just to turn that dimmed out A bit more glowing.. To live a new life!!  Also there will be a river,  To the rescue of darkness  To watch over the reflection of these stars High up from the sky In the oh-so clean water. Since I'll always need a Sun To reflect the light, I've gathered within for years!! 

All adorned up,  To swirl down into today's rites The all new yet holding, A spark of strangled flashes. I hear the free sounding bangles, But heavily clinging to my hands And a nose ring to get the glow, Into my first step of the righteous vow! Get me free, get me studded With all the gold and glitters  But of my own illuminant. Is it a pageant? Which rocks our heart For so long;  We've been holding on And bowing down to the rituals; Aren't we another kind Of 'Spiritual'? If we aren't We surely are the killer  Of our own traditions. Another slang for, Terror in our minds, Killer arrows through our speech, Our suffocating hugs, And venomous eyes!  With knives in our hearts. We are the accused ones, For preserving only the materialistic things. And the true scent being faded away.  Let go off your morals And it's not so a miracle! That you'll land up in an area, Full of cracks and as horrible. A dream which seems to be unreal and imaginary though; would d...

  You seem fragile yet adhered to your roots And always know a way out Through the deepest cracks!  You just need some water babe, To turn that brown into green again Vata(s) can be vulnerable in and out But hey! They're wise enough; To handle their unsteady core  To share every part from their every bit To get out of the scratch and rebuilt And to dance along even in grief  But once in a while,  When it becomes too cold to bear They surely need someone to feed them With a warm blanket And lots of sunshine ahead!

What was that one thing you brought along while landing on this earth. A phone? The act of judgement? Loneliness? Self harm? Body shaming? Abusive attitude? Anger? Letting go? A sack full of junk food? Ego?Hatred?....NO You were just lying there, crying over and again and bringing ample of smiles to every person around there. You landed with a living body with flesh and blood, a fresh breath, freshly oxygenated lungs, fragile skin, sparkling eyes, shiny smile, oh-so brittle joints, unfused bones, fine belly and everything so pure! Then where did you left all the self amuse! Kindness! Happiness! Empathy! Love! Purity! Compassion! Care! Prayer! Cuddles!? 'Power' resides in positivity. While negations refrain from the same. This power implies all about the 'self power', which you didn't opt for rather you were blessed with one. The real challenge lies in the path of having a grip over every bit of it while you still traverse around the daily upgrading levels of life.  ...