here's to all those times when we feel robbed of ourselves, of our creativity, our ideas, our originality. To all those times when we feel hurt because some insecure person is trying to copy us. To all those moments in life that we are sick of trying, not because nobody appreciates it, but because we try so hard just for somebody to copy and win all the credit. To all those days we woke up not wanting to do anything, because there wasn't a single beam of hope for us. But here's to all those times, we recognized optimism. If we only remembered to change our perspective, of not looking at the incident where some one has imitated us, but looking at it, as we were an inspiration. We were something to look up to, an influence, a star. And for all those very reasons, they didnt give us credit for they feared what others would think about them and they would judge them, these people chose to admire and look up to us, because they saw hope in us, when we thought we were devoid of it. There's always someone in the dark, who we inspire, although we may not yet be aware of it. There's somebody always watching us carefully, and no they aren't stalkers or haters, rather just people aspiring to be as good as us💖
I’ve been making up scenarios in my head - it’s how I rewrite our story
Writing off some feelings that created rifts
Adding a couple of more memories so it can cover all the imperfections perfectly
I couldn’t keep you hidden in my heart - you moved your way into my head, unable to focus on anything
This is me trying to distract myself from the pain
This is me rewriting a story that I can’t change
I stop for a moment
Look at the clock and close my eyes
Inhaling and exhaling incoherently i made a wish
One day can I open my eyes to your soft kiss upon my cheeks
I write cautiously about our love-
Every single detail embedded to memory, I write
The sinful kisses and that walks in the rain
The late night talks and the playful games
But it’s late and my hands are bleeding
Grasping on to the pencil a little harder I’m going on
I write about how happy we are
I write and write
Trying to avoid writing about an ending
I don’t want to end this
Eyes drooping dangerously low
I knew I had to put an end to this
But we were happy in it? How could I end it
But I knew in reality ‘us’ doesn’t exist
Still holding on
My hands feel numb now
I knew the ending so clearly but I wrote a lie
In my writings I create an oblivion that will never exist ‘.. and they lived happily ever after’
And i closed the book
I feel the muscles of my chin tremble like a small child and I look towards the window to see the sun rising
Nevertheless my broken heart wished with all its pieces to see your face there
Still looking for you i cry a little more realizing how broken I am
I blinked burning tears from bloodshot eyes
I have yet to write thousand different endings for us
And closed my eyes - I haven’t been able to sleep since
And if Life were nothing but a
Did you Dream it _Something?? Or did you /Dream… a ^Hell?
Did you Dream your Dream well.
If Life was a Dream
did you Dream until you couldn’t stop?
did you Dream a Dream that no one dare talks about?
only you would know. …you know
did all that…. spilled Milk really matter
did you say what you mean?
__I know better now
did you see the night’s stars for what they were
did you taste /Mud when you ^fell in the dirt?
and if Life is Really your Dream
How Real do you want to get
How many consequences have you had
or are still unmet
If Life was a Dream
did you see Time itself Change?
Hours are more like minutes
Years are none the less the Same
Dream a Dream
That I’ll see you again
Dream this Dream I needed something to Believe in
If Life was really a Dream
whats the point of postponing
Many of us
postpone our entire lives it seems
and in the blink of an eye,, __you’ll own up to it too.
changes your reality
So given this is all just a dream ‘y’know
what did you say
what did you really mean (heh)
were your days worth it in the end?
was it something you’d kill for Something you’d defend?? did you Dream a Dream
you wouldn’t dare talk about
did you Dream a Dream
you wouldn’t dare Dream about?
and how was it Waking up in the end
was it Something you’d Remember?
It is Something you would tell Everybody!
would it have been the
Dreaming really isn’t that… Bad…
maybe its the Only we Ever really Had
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I always find it laughable that the concept of harassment often starts and ends with the sexual. Theoretically there are several ways one (man and woman) can be harassed; sexual, discriminatory, psychological, physical, personal, religious, gender, racial, age based and power.
If you want to really talk about harassment, start not with a specific incident - start with the very basic journey a woman has to endeavour. The first time a man licks his lips when he watches a girl sit in a car with her father in the driving seat. The time she was called “qiyamat ki nishani” while walking through liberty because her 4 inch wide dupatta wasn’t hiding her bosom too well. Implore why she chooses to bite her tongue at work while advocating her own ability to do her job well while being up against a man - thereby automatically more potent than her. The time when her employer thinks it’s okay to crack a “sexy” joke with her single female employee because she doesn’t seem to mind. The time a cousin or a male family member rubs their hand on her arm because he didn’t have another route within the living room to cross her. Or the time her mother indicated she shouldn’t leave the car because despite her shalwar Kurta, the men will devour her through the glare in their eyes and the hunger drooling from their filthy mouths.
Coming forward with a matter entails a courage unknown to man (not the biological penis ridden man, but the proverbial man). The level of endurance one has to imbibe in the face of a delayed payment and an argument that reads; “but why do you need money anyways?” Or when a man leaves a sticky note on your car side view mirror with his number and a description of what he would like to do to your body.
There’s no agenda behind the post, just a very simple ask - be empathic. Call a spade, a spade.
i feel one of the main reasons why people hurt others can stem down to being something as basic as them lacking love for themselves. angry with their own demons and guilt they show it on you. not dealing with their emptiness and pain. their issues. how can they love and care for you if they can’t do it for themselves. you let them go and understand it’s not a reflection of you. but them. they are not bad people at all. i know i’ve hurt loved ones in the process. we’re all human. it’s about accountability though. are you deflecting your wrongs so you feel better about yourself? or are you taking responsibility to grow and do better?
i want everyone to learn to really love the unique individual you are. you’ll eventually realise that happiness was always inside and you didn’t need to go looking for it. (ok das all gotta go study now) (if anyone needs to talk i’m always here for u and i’ll try to help in the best way i can)
nothing can accurately describe the experience of immobilisation in response to shitty situations. what may help is researching the science behind this freeze response. this can give clarity for a wide range of situations you may have experienced.