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mymellowcupcakestudent

Bodies may have mass,

But souls are the ones which occupy places.

Indefinitely, at least a few souls have left their imprints on you,

Leaving little but all too noticable traces.

Yet, none of this is temporary.

You see I've always felt that people may come and go, but souls stay connected forever.

They're like buds of the same flower,

Having the grit of the same bark,

Relations often happen to turn sour,

But souls stay connected even when afar.

Often, a feeling envelopes me,

Part jealousy, part possessiveness, part agitation and part helplessness.

I shall have to move and to stay in touch forever,

No one assures me that guarantee.

People slip into the void created by your absence so easily,

Yet few know how you tried to move on,

Oh so painfully.

And in those days I comfort myself,

By knowing that,

Distance hardly matters,

To keep in touch, you have the power.

There will be distance in your words,

But none in your message.

There will be distance in the way you live your lives,

But none between who you choose to live it with.

There will be distance in your bodies,

But none between your souls.

Because bodies may have mass,

But souls are the ones which occupy places.

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mymellowcupcakestudent

I'm not the same as I was last year.

Over the months, I've collected my fair share of scars and joys.

The scars not signifying all I've been through,

But all I've come out of.

The joys not signifying what I've been given,

But what I've made of it.

You see, I'm like a deciduous tree.

Periodically, I shed off things closest to me.

To make way for new beginnings.

My life is mostly like the sun's movements.

It's a constant cycle between the break of the dawn, to the dusk and back to the Aurora again.

Inhale: my mind explodes with thoughts

Exhale: my heart is bursting out of my rib cage.

People leave. Accidents happen.

And I need to move on.

So I block my emotions,

Pick up the scattered feelings,

And shed off.

Shed off the bad memories and the heart wrenching moments.

I collect my scars as my battle honours

And move on.

Make way for the new season.

Often I've been jealous of the ones who are evergreen,

But I'm evolving as I go,

Discovering myself through each high and low.

It's time I come out of my shadow.

To pave the way for a better tomorrow.

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mymellowcupcakestudent

Often when adolescence comes knocking on the door,

Of a young, impressionable and emotional girl's mind,

She's left alone.

Because the society doesn't want

The bleeding vagina,

The emotional drama.

But oh they want some of it.

The big breasts and the wide hips.

Isolation, depression and embarrassment,

We suffer these when we're told to keep mute about the harassment.

But what the outside world doesn't know is,

Every morning, each girl

Puts on a fake smile and

A false glimmer in her eyes.

Emotions are left in a bare mess.

Tears soaking up her dress.

They mute her sound,

And take away her right to express.

Just to blame it all,

On that age old saying,

"It's that time of the month".

But each girl has within her,

a cauldron brimming with millions of, unsaid words,

unacceptable morals,

unprovoked thoughts

and unjustifiable strength.

She's gonna change the world,

Shatter the inhibitions,

Change mindsets.

It's you and I,

Who shall make a change today,

Because one day it will be that girl who we support today,

Who will unfurl her inner pearl

To then change the face of this world.

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mymellowcupcakestudent

There are times in life, when you feel like you're as close to magic as possible.

These moments emerge out of nowhere,

Only to engulf you thoroughly.

A window shattering wind blows,

Over a dull grey sky,

But it's that petrichor that makes your heart fly.

Amidst chaos and cheer,

Unable to distinguish confusion from fear,

You find that sliver of glitter,

To light up your day.

Between words and actions,

You're stuck, for you have to make a choice,

But each choice opens an endless door of opportunities,

Exactly halving the possibilities.

Warmth by words and hugs,

Cannot be matched,

For these carve out a special corner for themselves.

With every note, beat and crescendo,

The music seeps deeper into our veins,

Breaking free from the chains,

Of stress and anxiety,

To give birth to a smile at the end.

With independence at the midnight hour,

When we took up the reins of power,

It wasn't just liberation,

It was then that a magical bird of independence had flown.

With every up and down,

High and low,

We realise that life isn't perfect,

But to cherish a brush with magic, we sure do know.

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mymellowcupcakestudent

As a child I wanted so badly to believe in the tooth fairy,

An act of selfless generosity

As a child I so badly wanted to believe that santa Claus would come around my house at midnight

That someone could bear the harsh cold to deliver packets of warmth and joy.

As a child I so badly wanted to believe in fairy tales,

Which made an ordinary girl into a princess

As a child I so badly wanted to become an adult

Because I wanted to make my own decisions.

As a child I so badly wanted to wanted to be pretty like a Barbie,

Because it was what everyone wanted to be.

But then I grew up.

Grew up to a deafening sound echoing throughout the world,

Women were synonymous with silence,

Their magical wings weren't to be unfurled.

Being made the victims of violence,

They were made to feel inferior.

Girls grew up in a world where their world was determined by their exterior.

It was the colour of your skin,

Which defined you,

But not what lied within

The world wasn't filled with acts laden with selflessness

Instead there lay a bare mess.

With money taking over all thoughts and actions

Love and kindness being expressed in transactions.

As a child I believed that the war for Independence had been fought for us,

And thus,

Born with a silver spoon,

Little did we know that what was left to solve,

Was as fierce as the thundering monsoon.

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mymellowcupcakestudent

It was a chilly morning,

And he'd had a late start to the day,

Rushing out he hopped quickly into his car.

Warm bright sunshine serenaded her room,

The weather suited her mood.

Happy and cheerful.

A second passed.

Life happened.

He lay bare and motionless,

With blood emerging,

A text and her heart broke.

Shattered, in fact.

We're all just tragic accidents waiting to happen.

An accident

A heartbreak

Death

We're so fragile and vulnerable,

It's impossible to form a shield

Yet it's a paradox

For when we form a shield, we don't live

Which is the essence of creatures. To live.

We just protect ourself from the inevitable, pain.

Pain is omnipresent,

Happiness is just pain being less prominent.

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mymellowcupcakestudent

Crimson, like those Autumn leaves all around, Coral, being the shy and soft impressionable mind, Periwinkle, that shade of blue whose potential was never tapped, Lime, like that zing and that mischievous grin, Apricot, with her strength and will, And with all her shades of black and white, She was chaotic, unique and mind blowing, All at the same time. But there was this little, hidden, Reserve of silver, Which made her different, And which made me fall for her.

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mymellowcupcakestudent

Breathe in. Breathe out. My life is inflating like my day. It's like falling down from the cradle, But worse. Because no one is there to catch you. Another slamming door, Words thrown around like knives, There isn't any such thing similar to abandonment, Which replicates the seasons, With all their peaks and troughs and their chaos and subsequent torment. Inhale: my heart shatters like a vase Exhale: my mind is suffering from crippling pain. It's like a series of storms one after the other, Wearing me down, Bit by bit, I reflect and gaze within myself, For what have I done to deserve this? And it's then, that it hits me like a bolt of lightning. I was the sunlit sky, but she was the moon. She never saw me in my true glory. I was the thunder, strong and independent, But she was the tide, slow and persistent. I was at the top of the ferris wheel, But she never saw me cause she was at the bottom. I was the varied palette of colours, And she was the water. Diluting my uniqueness. She never saw me for who I was, nor did she care. But that doesn't make me any less. I'm just not a speck of dust on this planet. I was made after millions of galaxies broke down, I'm not just a living creature, I'm a human. I have the ability to think and the right to feel. I might fall and fall but one day, I will rise. Rise up and stand tall, Face the world with the beauty of my scars, Because they don't signify all that I've been through, They signify all that I've come out of. I will be a Phoenix. I will rise from the ashes. I'll wait till the blazing fire cools down externally. But internally, she has ignited a fire within me to show the world, how I really am. To step out from her shadow, To make a mark of my own. And round and round, like a spinning wheel, Goes around karma, What goes around, will ultimately come around. I am special. I will be loved. I belong here.

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mymellowcupcakestudent

Be silent when the tide goes against you, Be silent when people's words become swords, Be silent when the tree of your life just isn't bearing fruit, Be silent when your feelings and emotions start getting to you, Be silent when the other person just doesn't understand, Be silent when life throws hurdles like raindrops on you, Be silent the taste in your mouth is bitter with betrayal, Be silent when jealousy creeps into your mind, Be silent when your anger is on the verge of erupting, Just keep your head down and work, Just keep your ears shut and listen to the millions of voices inside your head, Be blind to other people's hatred, Because that day, your silence will be your strength, Your results will be your answer, One day, the tree of your life will bear fruit, Other people won't matter, And the sweet taste of happiness will linger on in you. Stay low. Speak out, when necessary. Because at the end of the day, Some people won't understand the depth between the 26 letters of the alphabet, But it'll be a slap in their face, When you glow with happiness, Moreover, you'll realise that there is much more to life, That just speaking randomly. It's the power of listening. Don't let them destroy you, Cause stardust runs in your veins And stars didn't just blow up, To see you waste it all. Make the stars proud. Be silent and unbeatable.

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mymellowcupcakestudent

Every once in a while, An August evening comes around, When nostalgia is engulfing you, Rain is enveloping you, You can no longer hear the rustling of the leaves, Instead a long silence prevails, The sound of droplets falling softly to the ground, To the thrashing of rain against houses, Nature calls out to us. Through the clouds huddling together in the sky, To the petrichor which blows you away, Through the crystal clear water on leaves, To the greenery that borders our sight, I simply sit. I sit, and see, For we have become so engrossed in the hustle bustle of our daily life, That we somehow forget to witness the striking beauty and balance. For maybe, with the eyes of a hawk, Blinded by my lust for adventure, I forget to halt to look around. For maybe, sometimes even with the precision of sight, Blinded by our fears, We forget to see the glimmer of hope that lies within.

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mymellowcupcakestudent

What is left of you, When the air you breathe, Leaves you suffocated, When the eyes that show you the world, Start watering, When the heart that beats inside you, Slouches down in a corner. When you just can’t keep your head above the water, When the tides seem just too fierce, When it’s you up against the world, What happens when the ship starts sinking? And you just can’t help but drown, In your mistakes, disappointments and failures. That’s when, you see the light in darkness, When you see beauty in black And when you see a shimmer of glitter within yourself.

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mymellowcupcakestudent

The persistence of the wind, Gushing through my hair The soft crunch of the leaves, Compressing under my feet, The quick pace of my legs, Running away from trouble. My heart pounding in my chest, Unwilling to bear the fruit of its own actions I run away. With demons in my head and saints in my soul, I never glanced back. I never turned around to see that the monster I thought was following me, Was, in fact, my shadow itself. I wish I had looked around then, For today I wouldn’t have been frail and weak, Chasing invisibility and running away from my own self.

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mymellowcupcakestudent

Sometimes when the world seems to be spinning a little too fast, and chaos sweeps it’s feathers past your life, a deep sinking feeling is felt in the pit of your stomach. It’s a feeling so dark, deathly and twisted that it manipulates your own mind into thinking that the clouds won’t clear away. Suddenly you feel that darkness has enveloped you and that the thunderstorm is never going to stop. But then, the sun shines bright again. You wake up to another day, giving another chance to life. The birds of joy and laughter fly again and you truly believe that time heals Everything. From broken hearts, to shattered spirits. From hurt to pain. And the key to that one ray of sunshine, which can brighten life up is you. Fight the demons within you, evoke the Ninja within yourself and you shall arise from the ashes with a new sense of direction in life, ignited within you.

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mymellowcupcakestudent

“ Describe the colour blue to someone who is colour blind?” The colour blue is like the gushing of strong wind against your body. It is like the crash of the surf against the coarse ground. It is the sensation of petrichor. It is seeing a smile developing slowly on a loved ones face. It feels like the guilt you experience when you make someone cry. It is seeing the clouds dreamily propel themselves on a sunny day. It can be soothing, yet fearsome. But in the end it makes up the essence of our lives, the drop that matters and the colour of most of this planet.

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