THE SQUARE SHAPED SUN

I softly pushed the door. It made its usual felicitous creak as it swung open against the air. I lingered a moment before the door frame, settling on sudden thought of entering the room. After bit of a struggle with the thoughts, I entered. The silence in the room was more than I ever thought possible. My eyes moved across it. Everything was exactly on its place seeking the only human existence in their world of solitude. A study table, an old painting of a man sitting under a tree beneath overcasted weather, below the painting was a bed with soft mattress, on its left was the night stand with a book over it. Everything was still and cold. All I could hear was constant ...

We walked  2 steps together,
but you chose a different path...
Leaving me all alone

I know, I can never be your love,
nor can I be your friend,
If you ever need a companion,
Let me be the one to accompany you...
I will walk with you wherever your path leads....

Let me be a part of your journey,
Let me walk beside you always
I will comfort you at every step

Somewhere along the way, at a turn in your life,  
you will need someone.....
someone to comfort you.....
someone to talk to......
I will be right there next to you....

I will always be close to you wherever you are,
Look around, you will find me smiling at you.

The Dead Among the Living

Behind the casket door,
A deep red mahogany gloss shine,
Embellished with silver details,
Lies the body of one,
Eyes,
Ears,
Mouth,
Heart,
All closed to the world.
But yet she breathes,
Slow and concentrated breaths,
To show there is still life,
Inside the cold, broken and dead host cell,
That is the girls’ body.
A body that was torn apart,
Beaten and bruised,
By those around her,
And put on display,
To show the artwork of others.
Her story,
A dance told in segments.
Segments of body parts,
Intermissions of searches for air,
For reason,
For hope.
A dance of the dead,
Staged among the living.
A look at the delicate body,
Laying lifele...

You may be different
in your behaviour,
in your thinking,
in your approach.
But at the end of the
day, you'll still be
a common human being.

© Sweedle

And I decided
Participating again ,
One year passed late evening
Running against the odd
Loosen whatever
Still can filled differently
Abusive thoughts needs to balance on
It's a last beep
A hope of finding light
Standing on the edge of darker side
Don't let go
Keep chasing up
As it's a 'different' call
A 'different' start
Nail it differently, 'different !"

Piya _____

Same.

Why would I want to be the same? A copy, like all that surrounds me. Falling into the fold. Looking, talking, acting like one of the flock.

Why choose that?

To be unique. To be myself. To question, to wonder, to let my curiosity take flight. I enjoy getting lost in fog, set adrift on an adventure, or finding my own path through the woods.

Life is not the same.

Living it should not be.

Stay different; stay you!

Different kind of pain,

Some days
It still bruises me
Some days it even
makes it impossible to breath

I will endure this pain
As long as I can see you smile
Touch your arm
Hug you tight
And love you quietly

I will endure this pain
As long as you will secretly be mine

I will endure this pain
As long as the reality hurts
But my dreams stay the same

I will endure this pain
If that's what it takes
To see you happy
Even if thats with her

-PJ

All the while I kept asking myself why am I so different
When everyone can talk a lot in groups
When everyone can bitch about people
When everyone can have a sense of keeping people to them

I kept asking myself why am I so different
When everyone has a love story that lasts
When everyone have bad in them yet good happens with them
When everyone had bad past but have better present

I kept asking myself why am I so different
When everyone had enough money to get what they want
When everyone got whatever they wanted
When everyone got jobs that I would love to have

I kept asking myself why am I so different
I realised that I go deep to talk about people, they don't
I realised that I don't...

Hello world,

Just got this thought stuck in my head after a conversation I had with one of my friends.

The thought is that we are all equally annoying by default. It depends on the person you're talking to  and the situation you're in to form a judgement. So, if that's one rejects you then be aware that there's someone who will value you and respect you.

Don't belittle yourself and March on!

I feel like I don’t know myself. I’m unfamiliar. My body is the same yet my mind has changed. I’m different. Not a bad different. Simply changed.

I feel like a stranger. Unknown. I feel like I need to relearn my own world. My life. My place. All is different yet it’s not.

Where did I go?

What did I do?

Nothing.

Not one single, solitary thing. Life has happened. More the circle of it.

Growth. Perspective. Death.

I’m not the same nor do I think I would ever choose to be. This me, hurt and broken but aware and happy.

It is a good thing, no longer a stranger.

(People call me a mad bitch because I take instant decisions and I don't care because I know what I'm doing)

Uncle: Looks like you love writing letters to people. You didn't even keep me informed about the decision you took. I'm disappointed in you.

Me: Hmm I act on my impulse. I felt I should do it. I typed that letter at 3 in the morning.

Uncle: People crave for power. You stepped down happily. Something is wrong with you. I need to take you to a psychiatrist.

Me: Exactly. People crave for power and when you don't give them power, they don't let others be happy. That's why I took this decision. I gave power to the one who has been craving for it.

Uncle: She'll mess up everything. Stude...

Friend: Girl.. You're playing with fire. Beware! Why do you want to go against him? He doesn't spare anyone who tries proving him wrong.

Me: Because he's been unjust to most people. I can't let him continue that.

Friend: Have you lost it? He's deadly! He'll go all his way out to duck your happiness.

Me: I know.

Friend: And you still want to risk it all?

Me: Don't worry girl. Don't you remember what the astrologer said? I was born to destroy evil.

Friend: I see. I think you're evil yourself hehe:)

Me: hehe. Maybe.

Friend: Jokes apart.. Be careful. He's not entered your den. You've entered his. You have to be extra careful. That too you're a female!!!!!

Me: Jesus loves me and He will s...

A rose

As a rose, I stood tall and of  certain distinctive color....

Roses were meant to be red
And a symbol of love and adored,
But I still had to strive for this color.
Is this my presence....
My unusual color made me stand out from the rest of the red roses.

The moon shone down upon the rose
Watching....
Waiting....
for the Beautiful rose to rise above its tears,

As the petals turned a different hue,
the lonely rose wept softly

The soft whispering winds shook their head...

The Weeping Rose looked up at the wind, as the wind ran its fingers over the petals
It simply smiled and said
"I want to save the most beautiful flowers and keep them for myself. And you are the most beautiful ...

His words have the capacity to heal...

Me: Oh I'm sad:(

Uncle: Where is that rope? I'm looking for it. Can't find it in my house.

Me: Which rope?

Uncle: The one people use to hang themselves when they're dejected.

Me: Hahahahahaha. This is too much.

Uncle: Why are you laughing?  I thought you were sad and you wanted to die.

Me: Oh did I say I want to die? I only told you that I'm sad.

Uncle: I see. So you don't want to die?

Me: No.

Uncle: That's the spirit. Are you still sad?

Me: I think I'm not.

Uncle: Life is too short, child. Enjoy it.

Me: How?

Uncle: Live every moment.

Me: How?

Uncle: Like the way you are living now. Though you're sad you keep hogging every half an hour, ...

Uncle: For God and heaven's sake don't keep so serious.

Me: You don't help me at all. You let me face it all alone.

Uncle: God helps those who help themselves.

Me: Don't aggravate me. I'm already pissed off.

Uncle: Haha All this is part of life. Forgive her. Let go.

Me: She cursed me.

Uncle: Take it as a blessing.

Me: No. I take it as a curse only.

Uncle: Chill. Yes I let you face it alone because I know you can handle it.

Me: I'm going off my head.

Uncle: You'll be fine.

Me: I hope so.

.................................

The new Melody (Angela)

Me: I had a weird dream last night.

Uncle: Hmm

Me: You were dying.

Uncle: haha. Last evening I asked you for a favour. We discussed life and death. That's why you dreamt of it. Forget it. Don't bother.

Me: But dreams have implications.

Uncle: Come on child. Don't act stupid. Forget it. I'm still alive.

Me: Oh yeah. You are very much alive.

Uncle: You must have been thinking of all that I spoke last evening before you went to bed. Hence the dream..

Me: No. I didn't.

Uncle: Okay. I'm going to die now.

Me: What am I going to do then?

Uncle: Cry over my dead body. What else would you do? Idiot that you are. Get ready and go to work.

Me: Okay.

Uncle: Discussing anything with you i...

Uncle: Girl.. I want you to do me a favour. Will you?

Me: Jesus! It's going to rain today. You're asking me for a favour? You.. you.. egoistic human!

Uncle: Hmm will you do it?

Me: Why not? You've been looking after me since years. I will. What is it? I'll do it right away.

Uncle: I don't want you to do it right away. It's something you have to do after I die.

Me: What? What are you talking? Are you feeling like you're going to die. Any such feelings?

Uncle: Who knows.. future is uncertain. I don't have such feelings. Yes. After I'm gone.. I want you to...

( He narrates the whole thing)

Me: Thank God! You don't have such feelings. Okay. I'll do it.

Uncle: Thanks girl.

Me: How sure a...

Day 5 at work

"Humble face" waved at me when I was moving towards the rest room. I was in no mood to smile at her. "Monkey face" and "Fox face" had pissed me off to such an extent. I was cursing my existence. Also cursing my uncle for making me promise that I won't quit my job. Who is to tell that old man that I'm suffering? He thinks I can't handle situations. Only the one who has stomach ache knows where and how much it aches. No point in talking to him.

My conversation with "Humble face"

Humble face: Angela.. what happened to you dear.. Angela? Why look sad?

Me: I'm going off my head. I can't cure this problem. Can't even endure it. Kill me.

Humble face: I understand you girl. Nobo...