Unspoken Words

Full of emotion,

So precious as if they were golden

And had the power to swim an entire ocean

But in the end, those words just weren’t spoken

 

“Why?” you ask

Only because getting them out of the soul was such a task

Therefore, they had to live their entire lives with their faces wearing an invisible mask…

 

Ego and arrogance one again did something which was inexcusable,

Preventing a bond which was so pure and beautiful

Or maybe those words were so divine and bountiful

In love; That they didn’t deserve to be spoken in this world which has become so fake and delusional…

Memories

All of these stories

Some full of joy, some full of worries

Sometimes jotted down in journals or diaries

Are life’s memories

Creating mischief and putting your friends to blame 

The joy of defeating your cousins in a board game

Teasing your best friend’s with their crush’s last name 

All these memories are beautiful, all the same

Packing suitcases 

And visiting different places

Getting photographs clicked making different faces

And then later, remembering the times spent in these oasis…

Binge watching web series and shows

At late night just before you doze

And then getting annoyed when the mobile screen buffers and froze

Ah, what times where those!

Those small successes

Of winning a quiz through guesses

Or getting first prize in a competition where you had to wear fancy dresses

Reminiscing those give the most joy to your brain and its five senses

Sit back and go through your life’s memories on a random day of July

And one moment, they leave you horrified

And in the next, you’ll be flying in the sky 

And before you realise, you might have tear in your eye…

Mind

Prone to wander,

And although not scared to face things even scarier than thunder,

It’s own thoughts make it shudder as if it is being blundered,

And it becomes their slave rather than its commander

It is indeed world’s most complicated wonder…

What it doesn’t know is that it is the most potent thing to ever exist 

For it is the creator of the most powerful technology and most effective medicines for the treatment of most horrid of cysts.

Someone tell it that it is indeed God’s most special gift

And even when all other material things disappear, it is the most likely to persist…

So strong that it can destroy itself and deteriorate

Be it in the form of excess sadness, pleasure or love that it itself might create.

There is a limit to the emotions that it can accumulate

If pushed beyond its limits, it is likely to disintegrate…

Still, he rose

                                          

He was used by many but was still grateful

He was misunderstood but fought through

He was not accepted but still tried to be kind to everyone

He was used not by strangers, but by his friends…

He was ridiculed for not understanding things even when he understood everything

He tried to blend in but in vain

He tried to be more open but it made him more insecure

He kept up with the latest trends but was still not welcomed

He remained a tool of help but never a human who deserved happiness

He finally realized that the world is self-centered

When he asked for help, people turned their backs.

When he went quiet, people accused him of being arrogant

When he stopped caring, he was considered a narcissist

When he kept things to himself, they suspected something wrong

What they didn’t know was that they were the “something wrong”

Was he afraid?

Maybe

Did he show it?

Not at all

Did he indulge in self-pity?
Maybe

Did he have any idea what to do?

Not at all

More than anything, he was made to feel guilty even when it wasn’t his fault.

They went on and on and on and on till one day, nothing was left to exploit.

Every few hours, a blow hit him

Which took various forms

“Friends” betraying him,

Not including him in activities

Ignoring him when he didn’t serve their purpose

And he took it at all in his stride

Until one day, he couldn’t take it anymore

His heart turned to stone

And was not listened to anymore

His life became a blur

His mind became restless

His soul desperately needed to be calmed down

His pillow was evidence of his helplessness

His only wish now was for school to end

What had been his second home for years

Became a nightmare for him

Asking his own friends for succour became an ordeal

His life hung by a thread, of a few loved ones

It was the thread that still gave him support to live on

Maybe it was all his fault

Maybe it was him who was to be blamed for his condition

And now he was lost,

Lost in the sea of diffidence

Lost in thoughts of future

Lost in the comfort of home

Lost in daydreams

A quote kept him going

“This too shall pass”

And then he rose…

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