Friday 15 May 2015

A Little Unconventional

Sometimes seeing greater griefs of others doesn't make me less unhappy.
Sometimes I can be terribly mean.
This one weekend I decided to stay home.
The other day, I also had a bottle of wine by myself.
On the 13th I decided I have to walk out of this relationship because it's making me unhappy.
Today I was extraordinarily nice to my previous boyfriend.
Yesterday I didn't even acknowledge my neighbour at the supermarket.
Often I stare at the stars too long.
Being alone makes me melancholy.
I sneakily licked food off my fingers at a formal restuaraunt.
I'm a little weird, a little erratic.
I don't always have control over myself.
This makes me happy.
I shun this obsessive need to be perfect, to have certain emotions and behaviours.
I like a little unconventional.

Tinted Glasses

I I've always looked at everything through tinted glasses,
Some sights amazed me because of their grandeur,
Some disinterested me because they were so dull.
I liked my tinted glasses, they gave me an inexplicable power.
A power to see as I wanted.
One day, just out of curiosity I put my glasses down,
Amazed I was as my eye beheld an array of colours I never knew existed.
I was experiencing so much more than I had earlier.
I realised my attachment to my tinted glasses wasn't the best thing for me.
There were colours I would see and dislike, but now with a satisfaction of disliking them for their actual being.
Pre-held notions prevent us from seeing people as who they are.
How amazing would it be if we could let go of these notions just like the tinted glasses.
Each individual is a different colour, losing the tinted glass would help to appreciate and know so many more of our kind.
And just then the world would be such a colourful place.

Monday 11 May 2015

The solitary light on a monstrous mountain

The solitary light on a monstrous mountain. 
How did it get the courage to alone conquer darkness with its weak beam?
What purpose was it serving?
How long has it been there?
How long shall it glow?
Who is it that this light benefits?
Perhaps I'll never know.
That weak beam, sent a strong message.
A message of determination and dedication.
To silently do what you must.