Mental Scars

Sometimes, some things trigger and you start getting pulled back to what happened years ago.

People say depression is just a weak people thing. Emotionally unstable, physically weak and mentally vulnerable as it may seem. The reality is, we're all depressed in some way or the other but we choose life above everything else.

It wasn't easy and the reminder of it still brings chill down my spine, and churns the coolness in my stomach. It was a phase and its gone but it has left scars that don’t fade away. 

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Healing

  

The dead leaves are falling, 

The chill air seems to fill the space, 

While deep beneath it's crust 

Something is ailing

In it's quiet, patient pace. 

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They Say🦋🌝💟

 

They say (don't ask me who they are) that the initial days of love or relationship are always filled with the heavenly nectar. Every moment seems surreal. Days without seeing them prove to be a decade or ages, perhaps. But how is it that we come across a person whom we've never seen before and feel like, "Damn, I know him/her". The warmth, the care, the uncanny feeling that is unfathomable, the aroma—I don't know how to describe it anymore—is mind-boggling. It's pleasantly strange and odd, but you feel like you're home. After all the rough days, you're actually home.

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Dreaming reality❤️🌿🌬

 

Dreaming reality, sniffing the aroma of purity, welled up with various kinds of innate feelings that ceased to culminate some years ago; I know not whether this will outspan the working of 'Nature' or the cosmic energy is speculating on gifting something divine. ❤️❤️❤️ 

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A Random Thought

I happened to realise only a fraction of a minute ago that I may not have gained success yet at the age of 25. But, in these past years I've had a blast of experiences-- extraordinary experiences which would culminate into my successor's bed time stories. The unborn legacies that lay ahead would have somethings to talk about me.

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Locked in a corner of my mind, a picturesque imagery of my past, present, and future happenings would remain dusted for many generations to come. Monitory success may come and perish, fidgeting or maybe being fickle as its nature is but the unforgettable experiences and memories would still remain chained. 

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They're mine and my only solace in times when I reminisce.💖

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What if...🦋🍁🍂

Sometimes I'm just afraid. Of getting close, of losing people, of being too merry, too attached, from getting along with some everyday to "what if I don't see them ever". Anxieties are grim. They belittle our existential beliefs. There's an infatuation towards life while you realise what if... The "what if" lies beyond scientific understanding. The void keeps getting larger, anxiety gets deeper, the emptiness keeps taking a toll and amidst all this life goes on both ways-- one in your mind and the other with the physical world.

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Self ❤️🌻🥀

 

Oh, how I love the scars on my skin!

They're sore to the eyes of the beholders. A source of inquisitiveness to those who have a keen interest in my being. Yet, I'm not bothered about it. People ask me, "why?" 

And I say :

"They're not scars. They ward off evil eyes that are on me. People don't look at me with a lustrous air about them anymore, nor do they stare at my external beauty. These blotches help me acknowledge the distinction between real love and those who are just there to consummate material love. They're putting together my confidence as a human, irrespective of how beautiful my external facade is. My imperfections make me real, enticing me to love myself in whichever way I choose to stand. It's not a curse. But a blessing in disguise..." 

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Us💞

A man and a woman's bond can never be marked by the body language they present to the world. Their smile, the spark in their eyes, and the colour of their cheeks by the mere mention of the name of their partner define a lot about the relationship that they share. 

 A woman may show eight unknown personalities due to the metamorphosis she endures both physically and mentally. Sometimes it may be unbearable for man to tolerate. Yet, the right man will acknowledge the changes and love all the eight personalities she unveils to him in her lifetime. 

While a man's nature demands him to plunge into his responsibilities as a man. He would consider it his duty to tend to his life-givers and also nurture the life that has sprung from him. And with that purpose, the right woman will never question his silence but heed his being, overburdened by his accountabilities as a son, a brother, a husband, and a father. 

Men and Women come from two different realms. As John Gray's work suggests, Men Are from Mars, and Women Are from Venus. Two different personalities, two different ways of discerning simple things. Where one personifies strength, the other is the epitome of love. 

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A Stare 👀🍀

When I stare...I don't just behold the external facade of a human, where everything seems pretty and polished. When I stare, I don't just make eye contact. A familiar gaze is not I crave for. All I stare at is the internalia of a person's mind. I crave to dive deep into the ocean of a person's ssoul. My heart thrusts upon a stone when the gaze is not met. Yet, I'll never stop gazing at a person's eyes. I would never skip a chance to swim through their hearts. I would never stop gazing!!!

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Sibling's Love

Since the day I came into this world, I've found companions in the disguise of siblings. Elder or younger, cracking up or screaming over, prancing and singing together to gossiping and sharing our experiences, we've come a long way. There have been days when petty issues subdued our love. There have been days when expressions were enough to fathom our minds. Many episodes may take place in our lives when we would have to combat alone. Yet, at those certain inevitable events of mishaps and catastrophes, I would long for your presence. More than two decades and many more to go, I hope and pray this tie that has made us siblings comes out triumphant in the best way possible. After all, you've been my best comrade, only second to the place of our parents, my playmate, and my study guide; every relationship that I've lived in at home and elsewhere is an exemplar of our shared relationship as siblings. It's not just about emotions and companionship; it's a lot more and too much to unearth. It's a relationship with different roles. It's more than a familial bond. 

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A Season called "Fall"

Insinuated with ombre, sprinkled over and across landscapes with a hue of warmth and the essence of ripeness. After the scorching ire of heat, autumn brings a sense of calm, or a sense of a state of majority. Marvelling at the prototype of youth and vigour, which enforces strength to move further, to respond more, to breathe more, the body softens itself and calmness takes over. As yields ripen, so does the human mind. The weather and human hearts both exhibit a sense of calm. A realisation takes place upon discovering the different shades of fervour. This vibrant colour will be gone forever. "Colours would wither, dryness would overpower, life would catch a chill, and I would last no more." A premature realisation of decay emanates; the ripeness transcends with time and will ultimately rot; the abundance will slip away with time, and the harvest will never retreat. What would eventually stay would be the memories made, the blessings earned, the unfathomable joy of the past from their prime, and the ombre depicting a "fall". 

       

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