By Namrata Lilaria
You are the soul, free to flow,
— ‘Undictated’,
By the world, that itself borrowed
the vision by the fright.
Reverberating,
— ‘The stagnant self concept’,
“Oh, you don’t have to believe in those!”
They’ll bind you in the whip,
of the ‘norms’,
—the standards,
they live as truth.
But who crowned them
as the only ‘moon’?
Breathing in fear,
advocating the solitude listeners,
to get into the crowd and to dare,
while, hushing the ones who
speaks clear.
Ain’t this is all inside an
— Illusional ball, drawn with the
imaginary lines, just as the map
stretched with,
longitude and latitude all along.
They preach you to be ‘normal’
and remain unfelt,
when you are surviving the hardest storm.
Labeling as strong, unmoved!
Telling you, as always
— “this is the way, how things are done”
But you keep yourself naive,
as your soul isn’t meant to suppress,
It’s cared more when expressed.
You whirl in the wind,
Loose and free.
Let the Laughers be spread,
and coffees be spilled,
as you breathe in fresh,
light and delight,
filling in — the blooming daisies,
in your heart.
Owning the emotional mosaic,
you can be everything you feel.
With those down turns,
you rise as the vapours
above the sea
letting go, as it is,
and condensing and healing
into the drops of rain,
unifying back with the eternal.
Just keep yourself as ‘you’.
Don't you change
to the rhythm
— Composing notes, that feels like
‘strange’.
You don't have to prove
to anyone,
but hold your hand again
to see who,
— brilliant person, is waiting
for you, to see you as you again.