Let’s Make A Change

(WPC: The SunShine )

“Let me tell you something: no one is going to look at you, broken and shattered 
and think -
damn, you are beautiful.
No one is going to come pick up your broken pieces off the floor and
 assemble them into a beautiful whole.

Hell,
 you won’t even look at yourself and think – 
I made broken look beautiful.

You know why?

Because all those writers lied to you.

Yes, 
all those with their poems of scraped knuckles and 
blood dripping down chins, 
pomegranate songs and loves that ripped through you like 
hurricanes.

Liars.

So you and I, 
we are going to make a plan.

You are not going to romanticize days when your brain tells you to smash that mirror,
You are not going to romanticize the lover who doesn’t understand you 
but still writes about you.

Here is what you are going to romanticize instead:
You are going to romanticize the first day of spring,
Its gentle hands all over your body,
Lifting you up until you are as light as a feather.

You are going to romanticize the tea and honey kind of love,
No hurricanes, 
but sunshine that builds you up from within,
That helps you make it through the worst days.

You are going to romanticize gentle hands of a friend 
in yours,
Telling you that it is going to be okay.

Because it is.

And don’t trust poets, 
we’re no good,
 we love pretending that our jagged edges tantamount to a beautiful disaster, but in reality – 
there isn’t nothing beautiful about shaky hands holding a cigarette and 
empty eyes staring at the cracks in the walls.

You know what is beautiful, instead?

The days when you can look at yourself in the mirror and smile, 
scars and all.
Music that makes your soul flow like a river, 
books that offer comfort, 
families flocking together like overgrown birds to keep you safe and warm,
 friends that give you strength when you can find none, 
lovers who make you laugh through tears.

Baby, 
from now on 
you are going to romanticize healing;
Honey dripping down your fingertips,
August nights that stick to your skin, the day you find your purpose, 
long car rides and singing so loud that no one can shut you up now.

Bad news: 
no one is coming to save you.

Good news: 
you can save yourself.”
– Lana Rafaela (via wnq-writers.tumblr.com)

( Daily Prompt: Millions )

Broken

Weekly Photo challenge: Sunlight breaking through my window

Sunlight breaking through my window

A part of her was always hidden away, like the moon.
She shined bright from afar, everybody wanted to touch her.
They could ‘almost’ reach her but never really could.
They could see what was on the surface but never got close enough to see the rough edges and scars on her skin.
Her placid skin did well to hide the marks of her struggle.
Just like a moon she shone bright with light, little did others know it wasn’t her own.
That light was an illusion to mask the darkness that resided within her.
The light was to cover the surface so nobody could see the black hole in place of what once was her heart.
The dark hole sucking her existence inch by inch
So light was necessary to not let people see her blinking out of existence.
And One day just like that, she disappeared.


This is going to be my last post for a while. I have to take a break (again, I know) and I don't expect everyone to understand (but I really hope you all do). I will be back by the end of July hopefully. When I return I have got a huge (and by huge I mean absolutely humongous) announcement to make, the most important announcement of my life as of yet. Keeping my fingers crossed for that. If everything goes well, I will be back to tell you all about it. I can't wait to share it with you all already. See you all soon. 
Loads and Loads of Love,
Zee.

Broken Creatures

Weekly Photo Challenge: Early Bird
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Broken creatures are often labelled as selfish… Maybe because they are. In a totally unselfish way.

Once a soul is broken, it is very rare that somebody sees it, somebody fixing it is even rarer. Broken souls are a wonder, they are the most resilience creatures that can ever exist On earth. You see the thing is they are lost but they have so much radiance it illuminates whichever path they pass through. They leave their mark.

Lost where you ask? Themselves of course. Since nobody else can uncover the mystery they are, they themselves try to figure it out. Putting together the puzzle, broken pieces that are. It’s like a Maze within their minds and souls. They are in a constant struggle to find a home where they belong. In the process they become lost, in search. They are forever trying to understand the puzzle, that is their heart. Since nobody else can do it, they have to do it for their self. It’s not an easy task. It requires patience, resilience and love. Love which is often lacking on their part. Love which is over flowing for others but non-existent when it’s time to give themselves back.

They are selfish, yes. Because they are so lost within themselves to ever see there are people around who might be willing to give them love. The Love; they deserve, The love; they need.

So be good crazy hearts, let’s give this love one more try.

Sunshine and Warmth

Weekly Photo Challenge: This week, let’s keep things nice and cozy.

Photos taken at: Mangla Dam, Pakistan

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NUMB

Daily post ‘s The Ghosts in Your Dashboard asked us to look into drafts section of our blog and see if we can find any unfinished or unpublished posts. I don’t usually write any posts before hand, save them as draft and then post them later. I write at the same moment as I post them. It was a surprise to see a draft in my posts section when I opened it. And this is the ‘ghost’ I found resting there. I had written it on Oct 11,2013 at 10:59 am to be precise. But what’s more surprising is, it is EXACTLY how I feel right now. It fits perfectly to my present condition. WordPress Gods really have superpowers I guess. So here is the piece.

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Numb…I kept telling myself to be numb.

My mind kept drifting off to that day as I rested my head on the window pane of my bus and some tears welled up in my eyes but I told myself to be numb. Don’t cry. Don’t think about it. Even if you do come to think about it, Be numb. I kept telling myself this as the morning sun threw its warm rays on my face.

After all my life enduring the pain of other people shits, crying a river and depressing myself too much.
I’ve decided to be numb. Pain is too much to bear for me now. My eyes are tired of crying buckets of tears. It’s a surprise to me that my eyes are still capable of tearing up.

Not anymore. I’m not going to feel this shit anymore. I’m done. Be Numb, is my new mantra.

Sunsets

Daily Prompt: Linger

Tell us about times in which you linger

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I know I have said this a gazillion times before but I love Sunsets. There is just something about it that mesmerizes me to my bones. I wish sunsets would linger forever and I could just watch the sun and the sky and everything in between.

We went on picnic to this place, it was a small hill surrounded by water. We had to get to the hill by a boat. Once  we got there the view was spectacular. But as the time to return back approached closer so did the sun started to set. I wish I could just sit there and watch the sunset forever.

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