The Gold

Beauty is not in the pain, Beauty is in the strength. 

Strength to get over the pain

Beauty is in the extra moment you think about someone

More than you are supposed to.

Beauty is in love,

love that is around you that you can grab by your fist 

and it leaves a chilling sensation on your palm, 

the feeling so beautiful it makes your heart cry.

Beauty is not in your tears. Beauty is in your cry that tells you not to cry again.

Beauty is in the self-reflection.

Beauty is you thinking for yourself, feeling for yourself. Self-realization.

Beauty is in determination, passion for your dreams, in your soul.

Beauty is in pain, the pain you experience to take a step further. 

The last call your heart makes to stay longer. The strength that tells you to endure.

Beauty is in endurance. 

Beauty is in soul that can think, who is ready to get into the steps, experience feeling someone else’s feet as theirs. Feeling someone else’s ears as theirs, listening through them. 

Feeling through some else without touching them physically.

Beauty is in patience. Patience to see the sun rise. Patience to see your heart rise up. Patience in watching someone else prosper. Patience in people and trust in the time. Trust in yourself and independence.

Beauty is in gold. Gold that you find in yourself struggling through the mines around you.

Wave after wave

Ocean waves hit my soul, 

starting from the sandy toes,

to the stressed out salty brain.

Sandy sand drowns in itself, 

layers after layers and drop by drop

The breeze smells of life

The breeze feels like the horizon 

The breeze sounds like peace and infinite dreams

Ocean hits me with life, wave after wave

Sandy sand with life, wave after wave

I breathe. I take a deep breath 

and feel the oxygen in my chest 

with a chilling sensation inside my lungs.

I breathe. 

I forget the last time I couldn't breathe. 

I forget the last person I hated. 

I forget the last person I did not love. 

I forget my tribulations. 

I feel the noise inside me 

as the breeze passes me hitting the seagulls flying by. 

I breathe. 

I feel the smell of breeze 

as it brings me the fresh drops from the palm trees. 

The fresh palm trees stand still, 

waiting for the breeze to never stop.

The strength in your pain

The pain,

The pain stabs the heart,

No strings attached,

Just world apart

The pain,

If not a weak wailing cry

It’s the pain of burden

Heavier than you can ever feel

The pain.

It leaves you shut out and aloof

But strength has no vicinity

Strength needs no whining

It is inside you,

The strength is less about the devil

and more about you

Your war is about you

About what you feel is right

About what you feel is true

The aftermath pain is always described

But strength is left to be spoken about

If the strength and support overshadow the pain

The representation can be about the truth

Rather than blaming and stigmas

Thousand sparks of rebellion

The sparks of rebellion are mediocre for the stale eyes

but start flashing the light once the flame gets bright

the oppressing, dull tyranny will try to put out the flame

but it will have surpassed and spread to miles

flames are strong and impossible to put off

revolution will be inevitable

Even if someone closes the pot too tight

the pressure finds its way out

either from gaps or throwing out the lid

or breaking the pot altogether

this vapor is strong and impossible to be oppressed

and revolution will be inevitable

Thousand years of oppression ,

thousand years of grief

will give rise to thousand sparks of rebellion

It can revolutionize humanity

Because strangled ideas have to escape the tyranny

and revolution will  be inevitable

Warmth- a short story

                             

     Claire looked over the glass of milk mom forced her to drink everyday. The white liquid turned distasteful with every second she stared at it. When morning routine took over in Claire’s life she sought for new rules every time the sun rose. The sun spoke million words to Claire. Every word brought her warmth and hope. She was told that the sun was the ultimate source of light and related to all the positive things in life. Claire had questions unanswered about life. She questioned every mundane decision she made.

  She wanted super powers just like the superheroes she read about in comics. She secretly wished that she was born a mutant or was a Demigod. She gulped down the whole glass of milk wishing she would gain super strength . She thought her goal in life was futile if she did not gain any super powers one way or another. She wanted to go forward with helping people but something stopped her. She still wanted answers to her questions. 

   Claire looked out of the window to see the sun glowing with all its might in the East waiting to set again heading towards west. Each morning Claire wanted to run to the sun and sun’s speed seemed faster with every moment gone. 

   This morning was different for Claire. She wanted to ask questions at any cost. She looked at the sun. She was blinded and she looked away. She somehow made attempts to look at it again. It seemed like the sun was calling her towards him, like he wanted to whisper something. She looked at it. This time directly in its eye. Claire was blinded this time and she couldn’t see anything else. She felt like something entered her eyes which would never leave. She couldn’t understand if her eyes were open or closed. She passed out on the floor with her questions unanswered. 

   After a while, Claire gradually opened her eyes. She rose up to her feet feeling an intense but invisible flame burning through her body which is as palpable as air. She glanced upon a plant nearby and saw it in a vast range of colors. It was confusing as she could never guess the actual shade of plant.

   All Claire ever wanted was to give hopes and energy to her fellow human beings, but her inner self was fighting with her newly acquired abilities and life. She looked to her right and started crying. Her tears splashed out in the form of flames emitting immense heat.Her newly found energy was more than just emission of heat. It was all Claire believed in since when she was young. She felt like someone answered her questions. She felt like she was gifted although a bit late to help others. But she couldn’t believe herself. She couldn’t differentiate between dreams and reality for someone who always lived in her dreams.

   “Claire help me! I am bleeding” Claire suddenly heard her little sister scream. Claire ran to her with the weight of her sunny abilities on her although not sure if they were helpful. Claire picked her sister’s hand and kissed it and dressed up the cut to stop bleeding and hugged her. 

“I always find warmth around you. Thank you for filling me up with generous energy.” her sister said. Claire was grateful towards the sun for the warmth and her recent embodiment. She averted her eyes to a mirror next to her to see her heroic self. However, her face was pale and body humane. She kept staring at the mirror for a while. Finally, she said, “You don’t need superpowers after all”. Claire’s sister looked at her with a blank face.