The Inner Workings of My twisted Mind...

The pictures we see Are just a fleeting glimpse into their world Not a peek into their soul You may come to believe in their happiness In their joy and success But it may have lasted only for that second captured by the lens They may have believed in it too Such is the façade of social media Making us believe in a world that does not exist like a colourful fountain masking the true nature of the water it illuminates Happy faces and declarations of love of everlasting joy and pride; of gratitude and accomplishments. I wonder how many of these are heartfelt And how many messages were preceded by actual conversations with real people Did they thank their parents just on the social platform Or did they also treat them with respect and love through out Did they say they were proud of their child for the world to see Or did he feel that way even when he hadn’t achieved goals “worthy enough” for the world to see Did they declare their undying love ...

If I could just stop Stop and look back, At all those times, that have gone by At all those times that I have laughed Laughed wholeheartedly without a care in the world And at the times that I have cried Cried like it was the end of everything. Gone back to a time,without facade Without pretense, without the shackles of propriety If I could savour every second, like it was the last If I could prolong each happy moment a little longer And relive the sadder ones, for they made me stronger. If I could go back, and undo all my regrets. But alas! Each moment has gone by like a grain of sand falling unwillingly through an hour glass. If only, I could peek into the future Peek through the looking glass of life If only I could know Know for certain,that my dreams would come true Know that I would be able to hold onto my loved ones, until I was ready Ready to let them go. If only I could know That I would be, everything that I want for me. If I could look beyond my tim...

For my very few but truly precious friends...... You've known me As I was and as I wanted to be My hopes, my dreams All of my fond memories You were my family away from home My brother, my sister, my pillar Countless laughs we have shared And tears we have spent All our fears we shared And all those plans we had and all those that were undone. And although we don't talk every day Every hour any more. And you are no longer the first person I turn to When I am scared or happy or sad. You are always there whenever I really need to count on someone You are there when I need to be grounded You are still there in all my memories In the way I was and the way I want to be.

This little plant standing and wondering Wondering what will become of it Will it grow tall and sturdy to be an oak Or will it wilt and wither as the seasons go Will there be someone to care for it Love it, water it and nourish it Or will it be left alone , battling its fears all by itself Passers by see this plant And they always say Oh this will be a mighty oak someday But they don't know that this little one Barely knows if it will last the day It's afraid to stretch out its little branches For fear that they may topple its delicate balance This little oak, fighting the weather Fighting to be what it feels it is meant to be I hope it grows, I hope it does This little oak all by itself..