The sun spreads it golden rays,
In its path-
Except for me.
Mornings offer no solace,
Just as nighttime offers no rest.
But I rise,
And I dress,
And I greet the neighbour,
And I down a cup of coffee:
With just enough vigour
To say to the world-
I am okay.
But I’m not.
The sun spreads it golden rays,
And I’ll like believe-
I’d feel it’s light in my bones
I’d like to believe,
There is more to the night,
Than unending scenarios,
Playing loud in my mind.
And I’d like to believe,
At the first string of light,
Someone somewhere experiences,
The joy of being alive,
Even if I’m not that.
I’d like to believe,
At the depth of an abyss,
Lay a bout of sunshine,
Enough to spring someone out.
And I’d like to believe,
The future can be bright,
And rock bottom can only,
Keep me down for a while.
I’d like to believe,
I can build from what I am,
And my darkness will dissipate,
As night gives way to daylight,
I have to believe that.
At the end of the day, all we are left with is our thoughts. Friends leave for their various houses, family goes to sleep, the noise drowns out except for the faraway sounds of crashing waves; birds return to their nests.
My prayer for you, is in that moment when the silence gets too loud and there’s solitude about, you can embrace it for what it is. Breathe in, breathe out; feel your diaphragm expand and contract, hear the slight wheezing form your nostrils, listen for that far out sound of the waves and let it take you to beautiful places, places your mind deserves to go.
And I know it’s not an easy task, trust me I know, but I want you to believe. Believe that you can beat this, you can bear to dwell in the silence without that voice in your head nudging you that silence is something to be feared because it’s not. As long as the steering wheels are in your hands, it’s not.
So believe that you can and I bet you… You will.
The above post is in response to Writers quote Wednesday writing challenge hosted by SilverThreading and RonovanWrites. This week theme is “Believe“.
If there’s one thing I must say
Before I leave this earth, it’s this-
That the universe is large enough,
For all that you can be;
And never let a shadow cast,
It’s darkness on your dream;
Or the one who’s lived more decades,
Determine who you must be .
For my darling, life’s your ocean,
So sail it how you see fit;
They may say the tides too high,
But you’re the sailor of your ship.
The above image is courtesy of Pinterest- Dream Big
The darkness, which had enveloped the sky gradually dissipated. She gazed as a distinct violet hue of varying intensity made an appearance. It’s lightest shade, meshing with the sky’s cerulean blue, producing together a color calming to view.
She watched entranced, as the tall mahogany tree leaves shuddered to the Northeastern winds and just as if they realized her gaze upon them, turned still except for the occasional sidewards swaying.
The chirping birds filled the atmosphere with their melody, giving the picture perfect scene a bit of background music.
And in that moment, it didn’t matter if the skies would clear and turn a scorching 115 degrees in a few hours; it didn’t matter that the North-Eastern winds would pick up, forming turbulent sand storms; it didn’t matter that the birds chirping would eventually overstay their welcome and get on her nerves. There and then, the day seemed Absolute… Complete… Perfect… Free from imperfections. The odds that it would turn out so were a billion to one. But all that mattered was, in that moment, she believed in it’s absoluteness.
1 down, 25 more letters to go. Thank you @Life home and away for suggesting the word “Absolute”. I promise I am not ignoring your posts, comments and follows on purpose. My phone’s screen got cracked and it’s at the repair shop, hoping to get it back by tomorrow. Currently using my sister’s not-so-good hotspot which I totally appreciate 😁. My apologies.
Let’s take the above quote from the perspective of a writer, it would go something like this:
What’s the greatest thing a writer should learn? That since day one, they already have everything they need within themselves. It’s the world that convinced them they did not.
There are Certain people who’s sole aim in life is to diminish others spirit; to crush them and break their dreams. Yes, these people do exist and whenever we look to them for validation, we’re simply making their job or rather hobby, easier.
The point is, we shouldn’t need validation from anyone in order to chase our dreams. We shouldn’t wait for someone to read our stories and tell us, “this is going to be a best seller” before we actually believe and go ahead and publish it.
If we survive on people’s flattery, then we will die from their criticism and writers should not be like that, we are better than that. We are a group of people gifted with the talent of spurring emotions into words, of turning sorrows into humor, of creating a reality otherwise deemed surreal. We are the people who with simply a pen and a paper create a world, others can barely dream of.
We cannot expect the world to believe in us if we do not believe in ourselves. There is a saying- believe you can and you will. For anyone reading this, I want you to know that you have everything you need within yourself, don’t let the world convince you otherwise.
This is my submission to Writer’s Quote Wednesday (for which I am super late).
The early inhabitants of the land had a belief that twin children were an unnatural phenomenon and hence, had to be killed. They had no basis to their claims other than a ridiculous spiritual inclining. It is said, the “twin rocks” first appeared after the first set of twins were murdered and buried under the ground. The two rocks were barely small stones then.
As the atrocities of man towards twins increased, thus did the stones grow- into rocks and then ginormous mountains until the villagers feared for their safety. With religion and civilization, dawned the realization on the villagers that the act they carried out was nothing but barbaric.
Prayers were said, forgiveness was sought for, the murder was stopped and the mountains steadily dissolved into the two small stone statue we see today. It is said, the stones never returned to ground level in order to serve as a reminder and warning against such atrocities.
But then again, this story I got from my grandmother and it might as well be a tale of old time.
word count: 178 (oops, slightly over). This story is in response to Flash fiction for aspiring writers photo prompt challenge, where each week a picture is given and we are required to Write a 150 (give or take 25) word story on it.
All those times,
To find that one-
With integrity, sincerity;
To all that’d listen-
The words she needed,
The courage she sought for,
A sentence to wrap up
Make her, headstrong;
Someone to say-
I believe in you.
All she found-
empty, broken promises
Words said, unkept;
Reality- a farce;
Prince Charming- a lie
And it was then, the picture-
The story, the scenes,
It all clicked;
Her prince, she found him
Been there all this while;
She was her charming,
And she exclaimed
with all integrity;
Loud and proudly-
I believe in Me;
And she meant it.
I am an avid fan of Enid Blyton and once again today, I decided to share a quote from one of her books, Malory Towers. A few days ago, I was reading “Second form at Malory towers” which is the second book in the series, and I came across this quote said by one of the characters (bonus point if you can guess who 😉 ). And how right the quote is! I always say that the mind is a powerful tool, what we believe is our capability, is what we can accomplish. In order to pursue something wholeheartedly, we have to believe with every bone in our body; and after that, the chances of succeeding we find are pretty high.
I think the problem arises when we let other people define and determine what we can and cannot do. We unintentionally leave the pen in the hands of others to write down our fate. Having the belief in capabilities despite what others say would help us go a long way, especially when it comes to writing. The odds that the first publisher we submit our writings to wouldn’t be the one to see the creative talent in them, is pretty high. And the chances of being rejected in an unholy manner are even higher – and that’s where belief comes in.
Once you know what you can do, and believe with all your might that you can and will accomplish it, then oh my dears- the sky is your limit.
This is my submission to Writers Quote Wednesday, hosted by SilverThreading. You are welcome to join us and Participate, just follow the link above :). And Ps- this time, I am right on time!
Till Next Time ❤
It was only last summer… Bridgette thought, staring into the yard that laid behind their building. Focusing her gaze on the luscious trees that surrounded it, she strained to see if there was a mockingbird. It was said, mockingbirds brought good luck. What she’d give for a bit of luck.
That time last summer, she was having time of her life- sneaking into the tennis yard when her parents weren’t around and disturbing the peace of the neighbors by playing knockouts. But that Summer, her partner in crime, Suzie, was gone. Not in the sense that she’d passed away, but, she was struggling for her life with a 50-50 chance of survival as the doctor bluntly put out.
Bridgette believed in the saying “hope is a thing with feathers” and she sat at the window, hoping against hope that Suzie would defeat all odds. At that moment, she noticed a bird fly past, it was a mockingbird. Bridgette smiled, she knew in heart now without a whiff of doubt, Suzie would make it.
Word count: 172 words. This post is in response to the flash fiction photo prompt hosted by: Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers.