The knives of the past have been sharp enough to give me bruises,so vindictive that a hole remains today even,untouched and unloved.I walk forward to kiss the sky,however I see myself still struggling leaving the ground for my feet are fixed,settled permanently as if.
I need the air,fresh or stale..who cares?I want to breathe like nothing shall kill me more.The charisma in me is ho heroic,oh yes I know that part when I am a valiant like lioness,then I tell myself I need not anyone to comfort my bruises..whom am I kidding?Even a tiny droplet needs that sparkling vibrant leaf to accentuate its beauty..I am just a human,who has fallen alone,stood alone,and then walked alone..yes I want to kiss the love bubbles,yes I want that bubble to hug my sorrows so firmly that neither the sky nor the earth could stop my zeal.
I want to let go that brutal past,I want to kiss my inner-self,I want to start feeling my emotions,enough with the dark numb like phase,I want to rise..I shall rise for my limits are unknown.
I shall unveil all the hidden smashing truths that have been hidden in that dark pitch.Enough with the cuts and thorns for I allow my soul to touch the happiness I deserve,I know I shall..I know I will.
P.S -Dedicated to all those who find it hard to let go that heinous past,for you know you are capable of much more amazing things in life.
The heaviness of this unconsious mind,how uncertain and unreal,it seems.It feels as if my limits are expanding,extolling in the zenith of mesmerizing thousand thoughts.You,my dear life wish to stop me from spreading in the minds of scanty ones?Try my power,try my will..the smoke in me shall speak its chill,for my heart is valiant,my intentions are bubblegum sweet,you want to capture me?”No”,to which my smile speaks.
I am the smoke,in you..in me,if you want to capture my bliss,I ponder on that as my will is as free as a bird,yet I live with my head held high.Tough it sounds?Then take my word,for you life, are only a hand and not the ashes or the smoke.I am the power,the colossal resolute spark with the spirit still untested…patience undefined!
You may entwine me in your web,but the aftermath is beyond your expectations to taste, as I am a warrior and a queen of my fragile thoughts,you can never beat me as I may have befuddled you too in ways uncountable.