Light After The Storm.

This one’s a guest post by my friend Vrishika. Read on 🙂

It’s the most excruciating feeling in the world, the inability to fix things and make it right. You watch things getting messed up, falling out of place for no reason other than circumstance, and all you can do is watch the pieces fall apart. That feeling when it hits that there is absolutely nothing you can do really wrenches your heart. You’re left with no option than to just let go, to wait out the storm.

But worse than being in the eye of the storm yourself, is watching a person you care about immensely stuck there and not being able to do anything about it. What can you do when nothing is working your way? When you are helpless because you just doesn’t know how to help, and even worse, helpless because you know the exact solution but just aren’t able to get it across. All you can do is watch, watch as they suffer, watch as they fight, only hoping that they remain standing.

Such times really make you appreciate just how much is out of your control. You may have the intentions and the resources to put solutions in action but the variables in the surroundings just don’t align themselves. These circumstances really humble you, show you your worth before the power of the universe. All that can be done at these times is to hang on, to a tree, to a pole, to a straw, to any shred of hope that keeps you going, just hang on, because it will be over. Despite everything, as difficult as this is to see sometimes, it remains an absolute certainty that the storm will pass. It has to end. And there will be light, the light after a storm.

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I Think We’re Mistaken: “If you love somebody, let them go”

I think we have it all wrong. Yes, we do. I think we have it all wrong when we say “if you love somebody, let them go”. If we say that, it seems a lot like we’re doing them a favour, or the “letting go” part, is for them. But is that really true? Shouldn’t it be more along the “if you love somebody, and they don’t love you like you’d like them to, leave, walk away”.

Are the two the same, though? Is letting go of somebody the same as leaving? I think not. I think letting go involves freeing the other person, allowing them to walk away from you while you’re (in most probability) stuck in the same place you were before. Think about it, if you do let somebody go, what about you? Are you supposed to wait for them to get back? Or are you supposed to ignore all that you’re feeling and pretend to heal? I can’t get myself to understand why all these love songs talk about letting people go, and waiting for them to get back to you (which apparently they will, if it was meant to be), but why do we have to let go in the first place? Why can’t people just stay, if they had to, if they were meant to be?

Leaving, sounds more like something I’d do, now. Leaving, because there’s nothing that’s making me stay. Nothing, that’s saying things are going to be better. Leaving because I know I’ve tried everything. Moreover, leaving makes me feel better. And that’s all that matters, in this moment, right now.

But, do people really come back once they’ve decided to leave? Well, I’m still to figure that one out. Is this is permanent decision, or a whimsical one? Time, and only time can tell me that.

So I’ve decided to give time, some time.

Untitled.

The sun set on another evening of May,
They played with their toys all day,
They couldn’t have known, they didn’t,
Their grandmother was no more, and they had no hint

One was seven, and the other five
Their mother thought, they were too naïve,
To comprehend this invariable cycle of life,
A man’s destiny, which God, Himself writes

The father thought, they ought to know
The curiosity in their young minds would only grow
The kids cherished her presence, they loved her dearly
She would remain etched in their memory…

The five-year-old tugged her mother’s white sari
And asked, “Where is she, where is dadi?”
The other sat on his father’s lap and looked up at his face
He wondered why his father’s eyes never met his gaze…

The two, old, sullen eyes met each other
How would they tell them about the beloved grandmother?
They stood there still, tongue tied,
How were they to tell them that she had died?

This one is still untitled, I just can’t name it.  Suggestions are welcome.

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