ONERANDOMPOET

Minding his own business as he carefully selects his groceries from the aisle he is stared upon like an outcast, so he hides behind his hooded jacket adjusting it to cover his face. Every time he steps out of the house the piercing eyes remind him of the scars he wants to hide, the scars he wants to forget. Decades have passed, so many comments have been hurled towards him. At times it reaches to the point where he gets too tired, too exhausted to continue. Standing in front of the mirror everyday he stares at himself and towards the scars, the scars he tries to cover so hard everyday, trying to hide it from the world but fails. The half burnt face, the burnt and disfigured left arm, and the unseen scars on his mind which were the painful of all, a gift from the society and its people, that he endured for so long and still continues to do so, every single day. Often looking, rather peeping out of the window, he gets lost in his thoughts and strolls back to that day which changed him fo...

  Source:Pixabay Trapped in a box, Of "know your place", I find my voice lost, In that deep ocean of internal struggle. I see the melting wax, I see the burning wick, But lost is the light, In the rays of a bulb. A light which would shine, A light which would bring smile, In dark houses and small alleys, I see it battling each day, With hope to win someday. Powerless, I stare at the flame with hope, Praying at the same time, For it to win someday, For it to win every day. ©onerandompoet

We can only wish, For the life to be a car ride, On an empty highway, Blasting our favourite songs, Embracing the wind, With no speed barkers, no bumps, And no sign to stop. But life hates being monotonous, That feeling of happiness is sometimes short-lived. Yes, that is true, I agree, But so does the miseries, which go away, At some point of time or other, Paving a way for your smile, for your joy, To spread amongst those who surround you. A revered nun of Sri Saradamath, once said that, Intelligence is what the human beings have, The ability to think and ponder, And find solutions. So the best action at time of distress and difficulties As human beings, we choose, is to move forward, The same revered nun once quoted the Upanishad, 'Charaiveti, charaiveti', Go forward, go forward, look forward, Onward (you) march. © onerandompoet [I am starting this series DEAR FUTURE SELF , it is easy to give advice to others, so here I focus on advising my future self. It is true these words...

  A recorded version of the poem in my Youtube channel. The breezy air, Caressing you, The cloudy sky, Giving you shade, That immense happiness, To just see your face, And that flood of emotion, To see you sway. That pride to see you, Holding in arms those, Who sacrificed their life for you. That pride to see you, Pulling everyone together, Even if they don't think alike. That pride to see you flutter, On highest peaks, On the hearts of billion people, So to speak. That pride, To call you Tiranga, the Tri-Colour And saluting with goosebumps, All over the skin. Every single time. That serenity, To see you touch the sky, And dance with the wind, With absolute freedom, Freedom you represent, Of this colorful country of ours. We may achieve a billion things, These emotions, These feelings, Can never be replicated, Can never be subdued, On any single day. To this country, And it's citizens, To the flag, And it's protectors, HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY. JAI HIND. JAI BHARAT. © onerand...