Silence

The biggest weapon in the world may be words but silence too can be the hero at times. It's not always necessary to convey ourselves by our words.At times, even Silence can do that. Silence can be the tool to build the strongest bond or weaken it.It all depends as to how silence is implemented and interpreted. Read the story of a girl, trying to convey something to her mother via her Silence on the word-press platform HERE. ( http://pagesfromdiaryofalostgirl.wordpress.com/ )

The Unknown !

When I was in love with him,

I thought I was being my true self.

But little did I realize, that I had turned into someone else !

Now that he's gone I have again turned into someone unknown ! :)

Time

Time passes.

Even when it seems impossible.

Even when tick of the second hand aches

like the pulse of blood behind a bruise.

It passes unevenly,

in strange lurches and dragging lulls ,

but pass it does.

Sign Misunderstood

“What do you want?”,she asked,sounding a bit irritated.

“You”,came the reply.

“That doesn’t gonna change what has happened between us”.

“Then tell me what I can do to change it”,he wanted her back,desperately now.

This was all she had been waiting to hear. She wanted to scream out her love for him

.Her heart pounded,skipped a beat and finally she gathered courage to speak,but words just won’t come.

He took it as a sign of her losing faith in his love.A sign misunderstood .

“I know I have been a jerk in your life. I have the capacity to hurt you and this is what made me run away from you.But trust me, every single second that I breathe,I remember you.”

She knew this all.She knew he loved her but just won’t admit and express it,a hard to understand soul he always has been.

“But trust me, this time I won’t leave you.Never ever. Just trust me and come back to me.I really really Love you.Please forgive me for all the past things that I have done to hurt and humiliate you.I am sorry”,he said sounding low now.

She had been waiting for this day and this very moment since the day they broke up.And now that all this was happening in real,she just couldn’t control her tears from showing up in her eyes.

But he thought she didn’t want him back again.He thought she was engaged with someone else.He took it as a sign telling him to back off as she had already moved on in life with some else.

He interpreted it as a sign that she wasn’t in love with him anymore and just didn’t want him back.But this was surely , a sign misunderstood.

She was crying.Dreams striking reality made her cry.

“Okay, I understand.I have no right to ask forgiveness for all the past deeds and obviously no right to ask for you and your love again.I am sorry that I called”,he hung up on her.

She stood dumbstruck.With the cell phone in her hands and frozen to death.She just lost what she thought was hers for life.Her silence was misinterpreted. But she couldn’t help correcting the sign misunderstood because the call log said the call was made by unknown caller,a Skype call with no number to dial back.

I don't even get a say !

It's my life, my carrier,
my present that's being affected
by decisions of my parents, my relatives and my friends
but
I don't even get a say in it.

They decide what I will do.
They decide what I should do
and definitely
they would be deciding
what I shall do.

Am I nobody?
Nobody to be cared of ?
Nobody to be paid enough attention,
To see whether I am happy and satiated by all the decisions that they have been taking?

Don't I get a say for my life, my present and my future?
Am I simply obliged to follow what they say,
Do as they say,
like some rules to be followed in a school.

I ain't a dead soul.
I too have a heart which gets hurt,
every-time I have to sacrifice my desires, my wishes.
I have a soul that gets impatient,
every-time I see people of similar age as that of mine, happier than me.

I cry every night, for what my life has become,
But I dot even get a say in that.
All I am supposed to do is,
react the way they want,
do what they feel like making me do
and obey all that they say.

They want me to be nice all the time.
Nice as a white swan can be.
And I am simply supposed to watch my life being ruined, in-front of me.
Being crushed,
as if some trash being crushed under one's foot at the street.

I am simply watching my whole life become hell,
a place,hard to survive,
hard to breathe in.
I feel like shouting at the top of my voice,
telling them that they are wrong at times,
telling them, that the decisions they make for me, aren't always right,
I want to yell and beg for a normal life,
a peaceful life that has been snatched away from me ruthlessly.

But I know
whatsoever may happen
and whatsoever I may feel or think,
At the end,
I don't even get a say !