Beautiful People

Weekly Photo Challenge: Optimistic
Rainbow

I read this line somewhere, “Beautiful people do not just happen” and I realized how incredibly true that is. Beautiful people however, are mostly those who are broken and patched, sewn and torn, in all the different places known and the unknown. Who carry the scars of the heaviest dirtiest battles they have fought- some won while some lost. But in the end they have learned and conquered, what we call life. They might not have the essence of life all figured out and known but they do have it experienced down to their bones. And maybe that is why they have a much deeper understanding of the human conditions rolling down the road, waiting and craving for our attention.

These beautiful people are worth fighting for- lest you find them. And once you do, hold on to them, for they are far and few in between. Cherish them and make sure they know they are loved. Because you see, Love is what they lack most, the love for themselves mainly. Most of them can’t see the beauty in their scars and shinning bright light in their eyes filled with universe of wisdom and deep thoughts. So make sure they know they are loved, because love is the only language that transcends time, space, present and the past.

Beautiful people do not just happen you see, there is a reason why they are a little lost- trying to find a place in this world they don’t really belong. They are lost all the while showing way to others, you know what the secret is? We all get lost, to get found. So hold on to them and don’t let go- a little warmth is what they need from being out there in this cold wild world, for far too long.

Beautiful people are what make this world a better place to live in and on.

This goes out to every beautiful person out there- for whom every day is a struggle, sometimes easier while sometimes a little harder. But they greet the world with a smile on their face nevertheless and the sun shines a little brighter for them while the sky opens up to embrace them in it’s infinite vastness.

These are the people worth melting for, as Olaf had once said.

What To Write?

This poem is as a result of collaboration between Maria And I. We were chatting and she suggested we should write something together but then we couldn’t decide what we should write about. So it just went from there and we came up with this. It was a pleasure writing this with her. Here is the final piece:

We can write about betrayal.
Or we can write about snow and fairies
We can write about a deep pit of sorrow
or we can write about rains that fall like mercies.

You are right, We can write about anything,
We can write about how life throws curve balls at you,
And then leaves you around to wallow in your misery
Or we can write about how beautiful it is,
The very small things,
Sunsets and the sunrises,
Flowers and the trees,
Birds and the bees,
Shooting stars, moon and the sea

We can write about love– the ever clichéd, vast word containing worlds
Or we can write about friends, who turn strangers, and strangers who turn foes.
We can write about sadness, how it gnaws one from inside
Bitter truths and false hopes, and how between it life flows.
We can write about anything, you see, as long as we can find light around
For when it turns pitch black, we won’t be left with even this.

You are right my friend, For writing is a spill way,
The words flood, With emotional tides,
Some times low, sometimes high rise,
It’s in these moments where we can’t do anything else,
We find words and pen them down,
For when darkness takes over, Even words seem to run short,
No light, no hope.

For the darkness is so so bad,
It leaves you around with all things sad.
And then you sit in the corner, waiting for some light to pour.
Until then tears are your best friend to hold.

Tears wash your face and stay with you,
As the loneliness tears every inch inside of you.
You scream and shout,
To let it all out
You hurt yourself,
You let it bleed,
Till all you are left with, are wounds and peels.

Playing With The Light

This week, let’s play with light! Show us what refraction means to you. For this photo challenge, show us what “refraction” means to you. It could be an image taken in a reflective surface, it could be light bent from behind an object, or it could mean remedial math homework: the choice is completely up to you.”

So here is my interpretation for the challenge, The sun and the nature compliment each other perfectly well. A reflection of this world’s beauty.

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Monsters

Today I came across my old register while cleaning up my room, I momentarily decided to go through it before throwing it in the junk. As I flipped through the pages I came across this poem I’d written, I don’t remember when or in which scenario I scribbled it down on the page. This poem is written by R.H.L (These are the initials written under it I don’t really remember who it stands for ). I found it worth sharing so here we go:

Beware of the monsters
Who dwell in mind,
Who grows in the shelter
Of shadows they find.

Beware of the demons
Who hide from the light,
Who only survive
When our spirits lose sight.

Those creatures can thrive
Where our knowledge is low
They fill in the spaces,
Of what we don’t know

Beware of the monsters
That cause us to hate,
To strike out in anger
when we can’t relate.

For ignorance darkens
The mind and the heart,
And helps all our monsters
To tear us apart.

But learning and thinking
Will strengthen us so
We won’t be the places
Where the monsters can grow.

-R.H.L