Of days passed,
And beasts within.
Never did I dream of one day flying so high.
Hope's a wonderful thing,
It had made a warrior from the timid girl I once knew.
Not every war is meant to be won,
Not every tear is meant to cause sadness.
Sometimes,
Our most genuine emotions are the ones that may put us in harm's way,
But the very thing that caused you trouble,
Will give you the armour you need to fight your battles.
Going on your knees may not always mean submission.
May give you the ample space to drive your spear through thine enemy's heart.
But the ability to fight off the urge, will cut you from the crowd,
Will make you king.
Every lesson is a new weapon to win your many battles.
But then again, is that what t is about?
Winning?
Knowing ones goal will set them apart,
Cut them from the group,
Knowing how to get to it,
Will keep you at the top of the group.
Music,
Beautiful rhythm that makes one dance.
Wind,
Like that which wheezes between your fingers,
Touch,
Like that of a baby's palm,
Will be the centre of your soul.
Every high has its low,
Every king his mistress,
And every strength, a weakness.
Know yours.
It is the first step towards making the person that is you become what you never thought you could be.
Hope,
Makes a better you,
King with the mistress,
High with the low,
Strength, with the weakness.
Bring me to life,
Clear the water from my head.
Bring me to light,
Keep the darkness at bay.
Let me see what I was meant to see, clear the cloud from my eye.
See me put up a fight,
It is all I am left to do.
The waters are rising,
My feet losing feeling.
I am kicking and shouting,
No.
Not a single sound.
Bring me to life,
I am yet done.
Bring me a tag,
Write survivor on it.
My breath was hard earned,
and hard it will be given away.
Bring me to sanity,
Help me understand what it is like to want to stay, not leave.
Bring me to love,
It is the only engine a fighter can ride on.
When did I stop dreaming?
And believing even though I had wings small like a weaver bird's,
I could soar high like an eagle?
When did I take a back seat, and laid back so I couldn't take any better views, except for a few blurry ones?
When?
Did I say it is all right to be second, third, fourth or fifth,
Instead of being the best I could be
A master of my own art.
An artist so gifted, you are yet to see your best?
When did I stop dreaming, of becoming a painter?
When all that mattered would be my canvas and my brushes,
And I would pour it all out, lay my very being on my canvas?
My tears, my laughter, my sweat and my blood,
All for the sake of life.
Do not go through it.
Live it.
Every moment counts.
Every breath high-valued.
My canvas, my means to validate my dreams,
My brushes, the sword with which to fight this war.
A war I should never have stopped fighting,
Because when you do,
You stop being an eagle.
I couldn't hold on to anything else,
Only the coin in my hand,
It couldn't possibly buy much,
But it was money all right,
The coin in my hand,
More than I'd held in a long time,
I should have known it wasn't enough to buy all I wanted,
It's called faith you see.
When all wits tell you there isn't much you can do,
There isn't much you can believe in.
Facing fears,
To move a step from the shores,
The signs were all there,
I could but see them so clearly.
I didn't know what else I could do,
Say,
What steps I could,
Or could not take.
Knowing thyself,
That even when everyone knows you are holding on to a lot.
All you are aware of is the single silver coin you hold in your hand,
All your fingers clutch the tightest they possibly could,
Taming your heart into blocking out the break,
That comes from taking it all out,
The fear,
That you'll have nothing left,
But gives you strength to clutch harder,
At your single silver coin.
I'd waited,
Had been waiting,
It's what I'd learnt to do best.
How else could I do anything, else?
I was promised.
I believed in it.
All powers that did promise,
Sometimes,
It's all you have left,
To believe,
Because if not that,
You are more than lost.
I hoped,
That one day I'll celebrate me.
Hope,
Of one day belonging,
Being a part of a bigger whole.
I was lost.
I needed you to find me.
Bring me back to life.
Tell me that even when it is dark, morning will come.
I prayed.
In life it is an art you learn to master the hard way,
Because as human beings we are too juiced to be superior,
To tell ourselves we can do it all on our own.
When deep down we know that is far from the truth.
We all need an anchor.
We all need an anchor.
At every point in our lives.
We all need an anchor.
I cried.
Many times.
I could not carry it,
Bear it by myself.
Take a new step,
Treading through tides,
And it was hard.
The ground seemed more friendly than the sky.
And in most times,
I wiped them myself.
Insecure,
Not believing there was any possibility of a positive outcome,
On the ground,
Couldn't go any lower.
Unsure,
Of all chances to be rescued.
You found me,
And now,
I smile.
The wave won't carry me,
I'm stronger than the weakness of my knee,
For every time there is a need,
I'll blow it off and do what is expected of me,
even if it breaks what's left of me.
The night was dark,
But nothing to dim the brightness of his heart.
It had been a while since he felt the lack,
Not to say of his running-out luck.
The armour had seen better,
And all the while he knew he had a carer,
One who beat them all,
She was fairer.
But this night was darker,
She did nothing but look away,
He had been a charmer,
But that was heartbreaks away.
Every wave of the sword,
Every fist thrown,
It was by her name he swore,
That with every distance it would grow.
But it had been a long time coming,
And the threshold of her patience was slimming,
Anything but slow.
He stared at her back,
All the while in the dark,
He'd been used to barks,
Nothing as sleek as the memories he had of her,
And here she was,
Perhaps the memories,
Same that kept him strong,
Made her weak.
She wouldn't leave,
And though he was there,
He didn't know what to feel,
Hate or love.
The wave,
Of guilt and regret,
what he should have said,
Things he should have done,
All turned against him,
Like she had.
Where does one start,
While at the very end,
The first steps,
Looking like they are your last.
When all powers known to you,
Seem to be against you.
His armour,
Had seen better,
His shield, his sword,
The fists, all landed him here,
And he knew the last thing
of what to say.
They are who he is.
She is who she was.
But where does one draw the boundary?
Of when to be proud,
And when to be ashamed.
While he sat in the dark,
staring at her back.
She,
She'd waited too long,
She knew what she wanted.
It was him.
But it had been a long time coming.
And the shield,
Had seen better,
The fists, landed her there.
Her back sleek,
So was her future.
One she intended to defend,
Fight for.
It had been a long time coming,
It was time to face the wave,
Even if it got her to her knee.
Every sunrise and sunset,
It was by his name she swore.
That with every distance it would grow,
And the threshold of her patience,
Was slimming,
Anything but slow.
Her sleek back,
Left behind.
She faced forward,
To the war zone she knew nothing of,
But,
It was the future,
It is the life.
The wave won't carry her.
She 's stronger than the weakness on her knee,
For every time there is a need,
She'll blow it off and do what is expected of her,
Even if it breaks what's left of her.
I'm human,
I walk, and I run,
I can cry, and I can fight.
All that I've been,
Make it so.
The choices I've made,
The marks I've left.
All the best show who I've been.
I'm only human,
My daughter's mother,
My husband's wife,
I know not how to be anyone else.
I'm human,
I've made mistakes,
Moves I've regretted soon as I committed them,
Sins I have paid for in ways only I understand,
Loved those who did not deserve it,
Cursed those I should have held dear.
Am I not human?
Twisted in ways even humans cannot undo?
My nature has allowed me to do what I thought was right.
To be the wife I should be,
Become the queen of my kingdom.
I am human,
Only human.
I can see all you se,
And take in a different view,
See what you see,
And listen to what you hear,
But when the sun goes down,
I will only write my story,
With the pen only I hold.
But I don't want to be you,
To hide behind the rights and the wrongs,
Of rules I do not understand.
I'm only human.
I am this human.
