Reflection

The exterior is surreal..It gets pumped by the beauty that lies underneath, that unnerves itself with every passing day, that rejuvenates itself with every passing memory. The essence lies in withholding it and nurturing it with your good deeds. The true reflection of your beauty  lies in giving.

Giving your true inner soul, when the rest veil it with hypocrisy.
Giving others a moment to relish, when the rest build it for themselves.
Giving others a chance to be heard, when the rest rattle their story.
Giving yourself a chance to stand tall, when the rest stoop with the load of guilt.

For the heart rusts when you don't caress it..
For the heart is caressed when you love it.

Now, the exterior isn't surreal...
For the interior is real.

:)

Breakfree

There she stood clinging onto that same faith that kept her going for years. But this was a feeling unlike one she felt before. Facing the bidding sun with her eyes closed, the contours of her face were more visible than evermore. A plethora of memories ran by in a loop. A renewed vigor, a new rush. She was ready to break free, ready to  set free from the chains that bound her...

This is quintessentially what I dream of everyday. I wish to be swayed away by the mighty waves, wish to stand against the gusty winds without losing the grip,  wish to be tested against the realms of conservatism that preach what I intend not to follow, laugh with a resonance that remains throughout my life, not losing the hindsight even when the world seems to madly spin by!

Yes, this post had to end abruptly...

Experience!