I am the wind in the trees

I am the force that rustles its leaves

I am the voice that whispers through its branches at night

Whispering divine secrets 

Blowing them all around~

No one can stop my breeze

As I carry gold and debris

And meanwhile, I deliver my message to all of humanity.

I am unrestrained, like the wind.

And nowhere, ever, will I be pinned.

The truth is that I can wear the biggest smile when I'm in my saddest moments

The truth is that I have friends who help me build a genuine smile.

The truth is that I don't feel happy most of the time,

The truth is that I go to battle with myself everyday,

The truth is that I wear masks

The truth is that I'm trying hard to not put them on.

The truth is that I'm constantly searching for love.

The truth is that I'm often disappointed by the way the world is run.

The truth is that I confide in prayer and God.

The truth is that I hate confrontation.

The truth is that I am in love with music.

The truth is that I avoid getting too close to anyone

The truth is that I feel broken sometimes.

The truth is that I feel happy when a friend calls to check in on me.

The truth is that I find it hard to trust people, but despite of it, I trust several.

The truth is that I feel very loved when someone brings me flowers.

The truth is that I cry a lot.

The truth is that I feel vulnerable

The truth is that I don't know what to believe

The truth is that I feel stuck

The truth is that I think I'm too different to fit in

The truth is that I feel alone in my problems

The truth is that this existence is not bliss

Lastly,

The truth is that everyone is like this.

The truth is that most people feel this way.

People who live next door or people on the other side of the globe.

But how can we help each other? How can we stop feeling alone when we're not?

Over 7 billion minds and bodies, all feeling and thinking the same ...

how come then, we feel insane?

#poem #humanity #oneplanetonepeople #weareallinthistogether #truth

your kind eyes capture me whole

their grasp is impossible to escape

or forget.

your words are gentle and melodic

making me melt

into each

and every

syllable.

please never stop speaking

and look at me always.

it's supposed to take the pain away

make you numb

But is it possible to feel the pain even when you're sedated?

Like rubbing ice repeatedly on skin

It makes it go senseless.

It feels - but at the same time

it doesn't.

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a house collapsing in the midst of fire

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bombs dropping down on what was once a tropical beach

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shadows of darkness made by inferno

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two boys playing with a toy gun in the street

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a teacher rounding up her students to take shelter inside

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a doctor administering morphine to a dying soldier.

The images float around in the air

Their stories-their own form of pain relief.

They shoot arrows of ice until everyone is numb

numb with a side effect of pain.

#poetry #lives #war #humanity #heart #darkness

you are like a song

when you are played

you teleport me

to the sanctuary that is your heart

like a faint Melody playing in the distance that catches ears by chance

and can make anyone fall in love right away

Like a song heard for the first time at a cafe

One that ensnares the soul and won't let go

Causes so much curiosity

Makes everyone else desperate to know the name of-

To get a clue as to what song you are.

You rarely play,

but when you do

Time stops

and lets your Harmony play out

because a melody like yours is worth over a million Motzarts and Beethovens.

It's beyond unique-

it is your Essence

and it is forever effervescent.

When I think of you,

I close my eyes,

I'm lying down

Next to a stream.

In a desert, surrounded by endless grains of sand,

Warm beneath the fire of the sun above the land.

I see its ripples

I hear its trickles

It bubbles from time to time

The water - a crystal blue

Flowing gently against black rocks

It reflects your image.

When I listen,

It's your voice that sings first

When I dream,

It's your memory that wakes me first

When I breathe,

It's your scent that arises first

In every corner of my paradise,

You find your way.

When I close my eyes

I'm lying in my warm bed of sand

Listening to the tranquil lullaby that is your stream

Close your eyes and listen,

you will hear me.

Love is like war-

Easy to start,

Difficult to end,

And impossible to forget.

---(Shahrzad Season 2)

Creamy swirls that form galaxies

A taste rich & dark

A smell of home & heart

Shimmering with memories of an old love

And bitter remnants of a past life.

#coffee

When I was eight years old,

I read a magazine

Which had a section that asked me to draw my deepest wish in an empty square.

I pulled out my favorite pencil and began drawing myself

Jumping off from my bed

And floating in the air

My wish was to fly.

As it always had been.

The magazine said the wish would then come true.

So I put my pencil down, and prepared myself for what I anticipated to be a ground-breaking moment.

I got up on my bed

Closed my eyes

Thought really hard on my will to fly,

Recited a few prayers,

Opened my arms

And leapt.

I plunged down and landed on the carpet.

Yet,

Deep down,

I full heartedly believed

With every ounce of my flesh

That it was just a fluke

And that someday my wish would come true.

.

Someday I wish to possess such potent faith,

One similar to what I once had-

To what a child has.

#faith #childhood #story #poem

I stare down at my 6th grade yearbook picture.

A familiar face stares back at me.

I looked so young and child-like, even though back then I thought of myself as practically an adult. Unaware, I was about to be introduced to a harsh reality. Soon I was to learn that not everyone who opened a door for me or smiled at me had good intentions. It was as if the mirror I looked into every morning had been smashed into tiny bits. It was a tough adjustment for me. And maybe the mirror that broke wasn't just my innocence, but also my sense of identity and self-esteem. Looking back on it now, if I could go back in time, I would change many things.

First of all, I would be kinder to strangers.

I wouldn't see everything as a competition.

I wouldn't try to prove myself at every opportunity, and I wouldn't try to hide my story, my history, my identity.

I was an emotional wreck.

But despite all of that, I was able to make good friends.

Now that I am older I feel wiser, but also confused.

It seems as though the more questions I've worked through, the less answers I have.

The more knowledge I attain-the less certain I am.

I still don't know what happens when someone dies, and I still don't know where the sun goes at night.

I admit. I still don't know a lot of things, but at least this time I have nothing to hide.

#reflection #thoughts #random #life #transitions #knowledge