MY WORLD

  "Ever has it been that love knows not its own  depth until the hour of separation" -khalil Gibran I t's easier to have a love affair with a cup of tea than with a real person.  The ego that separates us as individuals is so strong that love cannot fully penetrate it. It is like a whiff of air, it comes and goes. Perhaps the idea that the tea will eventually merge into your body makes it simpler for love to flow.  It becomes easier to find your reflection in the tea than in the other. It is when people leave, or become distant that the fog clears and all the separation dissolves, you find the senselessness in your arguments, great understanding happens. And as they come closer, the clarity dissolves and we continue the never ending drama.

E ver since I was little I've always been pliable, my mind was molded according to my surrounding and people. I had a lot of struggle and conflicts in my early years. Secretly I was condemning myself for not becoming how my family, society wants me to be. I took all their words into consideration and very seriously.  Comparing myself to the people around me, I realized how very flawed I was, and  wondered why I wasn't like them. I tried my best to fit in. Then as I grew up, I felt the need to stop and question their statements and judgments that they so easily make. Was I so imperfect? Was my nature that bad? In all my actions, I was unconsciously struggling to achieve those set standards. So, it was necessary to question the meaning of perfection itself for which I was willing to throw away my inner peace. Whose definition of perfection was I following? Was it my mother's, father's, relatives, friend's, society's, random stranger's- I was collecting

Chasing the sunshine in the meadows she fell  down, the warmth of smiles weaved in with sweetness  teared down, memories gathering dust, dancing in the air the emptiness echoed the sadness hidden within, Angels came down to mend what broke inside, light the candle of hope- lost in the shadows of this never ending night  But she shook her head for any help, she sent them back to their light  for she belonged here in the cold comforts  to embrace the shade that was left behind for there she resides in the beauty she found in the dark, how even the noise within drowns in the silence of midnight~