Manvitha's Musings

  Isn't it a privilege to have fixable problems, when emotional intelligence comes to your aid? There's hope, there's light at the end of the tunnel and with that belief, grief starts to fade. But now it's not the same It's all my fault Misunderstandings Which tear it all apart.  Is this how it all was supposed to end, left with no spark, no life to mend? Yet I know that it's me that made it like this like something out of control, a forbidden wish. I feel tired of chasing away these thoughts So I try to fill the void with distraction and whatnot. Can dreams be fuelled from an empty mind? Is there still any potential to find? Is it ok to keep asking, Or should I shut it out? Should I let it be the end, Embrace it like a friend? I still find it hard, still wish it never happened, but the question is, Is there light at the end of the tunnel?

 I look up at the sky, watching the beams of sunlight slowly disappear behind the clouds. I stand there, watching day turn into night, watching the sky turn into midnight blue with pink hues still seeping in below. Despite the sheer beauty and vastness of the world above, a world where clouds and stars are like dreams, whispers woven into the air, a single tear rolls down my cheek. I look up at the sky and think, “Don’t the stars get tired of shining so bright?”. So alluring, so illuminating, but don’t stars get tired too? I try to imagine them staring down at me from above, watching the tears sting my eyes and roll down my cheeks, laughing and teasing me for losing my spark so easily. The thought of it nearly makes me laugh. “But stars don’t just shine,” I say softly to no one but myself and the world above. “They burn. Sometimes they blast. You know, like supernovas.’ I finally sit down and look at the now starry sky, a dark black shade now showing the dazzling stars ever so clea...

 I don't know what to say but still you manage to make my heart sway Is this how it feels to love? So awkward But you're my comfort Is this how it feels to love? Moving closer in the dark No thoughts of anything falling apart Is this how it feels to love? I keep replaying it in my brain and tend to savor the pouring rain Is this how it feels to love? I have no words for what you do I wish that you were in my shoes Is this how it feels to love? I feel the spark I think you do too Is this how it feels to love?

The world I knew was full of color Joy and emotion like no other Full of good things which made me smile And filled me with strength to run a mile But you showed me that the world is a coin Has two sides to it, and you have to join Enduring the dark side is hard to escape  You lured me into a trap, flying with your cape But you are not a hero, just a person with no heart Cannot tell warmth and bad intentions apart You tried to use me, and I didn’t understand  I wish I did earlier, instead of staying bland No person deserves to endure what you did Your crimes must be punished, you are no kid Except that a kid may have values and humanity While the edge of society can only offer sympathy.

The words tumbling out from a stranger is fine, But from your lips they feel sour like lime It hit hard and deep and I don’t know why  Tears threaten to shimmer and spill down my eyes Maybe it’s due to our bond, so divine That makes every reaction something that feels like mine Close and personal, but still it stings  Am I enough? Am I doing too many things? I never intended to hurt your soft heart Yet your words ring in my ears, it’s breaking me apart Heaviness wants to settle in my chest I can’t ease myself, it’s an unwritten quest And yet I can’t win, can’t soothe the ache within I stay still outside but inside I’m screaming.

A female's silence is the sweetest melody you'll ever hear, it indicates her deep thought about you; she wants to hold you near! Her dazzling eyes Are full of blissful lies With a smile she says that she's completely fine, but inside, with her tears, she writes poetic lines Behind her face lies pain and pleasure with nine months of determination she gives birth to a treasure  yet still, she is ignored spitefully! no one even thanks her gratefully Why don't we give her a chance to bring divinity to the world? Don't look at her with sympathy, Look at her with humanity!