I have been in quest of completeness, waiting for days to roll by, only to find more blanks in my sentences. I wait for words to wrap up sentences and those sentences to wrap up entire pieces. This obsession with completeness has reached such a level that incomplete seems useless. However, the incomplete might be a whole in itself.
If we talk about the tales of our life in this light, how do we find out where our stories end? The simple answer to this vital question is that we are never able to find out when it ends. It is time that we live in those phrases without waiting for a full stop.
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I look at my blog and I feel that I haven't posted for aeons and therefore, I conclude that I haven't been writing at all. However, I don't consider the hundred incomplete pieces that are traces of my life in the past here. Now I decide to portray some of them, to convey my story, to give a glimpse of my life to anyone who can find completeness in these incomplete pieces:
For all those times when I felt unheard, when I wanted to voice myself but I felt there was no one to listen:
I have a voice
You silence me,
But I still talk I talk to myself..
You try to crumble it
It raises the volume inside me
I talk to myself It tries to echo
Through empty walls
That leaves it unheard.
But it echoes inside me,
I talk to myself
You question the words I focus on the tune.
It is wordless inside me,
I talk to myself.
It's not the language,
It's how I say it.
You ask whose voice is it
And I know within I talk to myself.
It is fueled from the fire,
You try to extinguish it.
I ignite inside me
I talk to myself.
You all ignore it
I still don't give up,
It is reiterated within
I talk to myself.
I shout to myself,
The world listens it, sees it and feels it...
In all those times when I felt that my confidence swayed with every strand of my hair. Physical beauty and inner beauty go hand in hand and confidence is relational to these two aspects of life.
The cold winds of the winter months
The clouds that hide the sun behind
The darkness that takes over the light
They use that to symbolise gloom
Symbolise evil and the worst coming along
But oh it couldnt generalize
My hair that grew in the tiny rays
That peeped through the darkest clouds
They swayed in the air untangled
A confidence, a sense of love
It was the dark that was really the brightness
I thought it stays forever for winter
I fell in love with it I craved the summer sun, however
Comes the summer and my hair shatters
They fall and break
And I am almost bald
The shining curls that boosted my steps
I saw them falling down in clusters
Every day I lost my hair
Everyday full of despair
I thought that I might discover myself
In the shedding of the hair
But I lost the confidence
I was just flowing in the flow
I lost my hair that anchored
My existence to the shore
But the glaciers melt in the summer months
The brightness that needs to clear
The melancholic air
Was burning the strands of hair I knew
I lost my confidence
Every single day I had nothing to anchor to
I danced in the flow
Thinking that I would reach back the shore
But I was lost in ocean waves
The water burnt..
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There are a hundred more pieces and yet more to come. This one might sound incomplete, but I end it here. Two pieces of my puzzle lay on this canvas, embarked into a painting that will not be complete until I survive...
