there is a story in everyone of us...
some are locked never to be opened
some are merely ignored
some are afraid of biased reactions
some shy away from the crowd
some are scared of rejection
some are happy with their clandestine existence
some revel in their privacy
some want to be forgotten
some dont dare to reveal themselves
some too painful to be remembered
some too selfish to be shared
some just prefer to play 'hide and seek'
some wait for the right person to 'tag'
and then there are those stories which are free flowing,
like the breeze which runs through your hair on a windy afternoon..
like the tears which trickle down your cheeks when you are sad...
like the chill which sends shivers down your spine on hearing something scary...
like the cheer in your voice when you are pleased with yourself...
like the rush of happiness you feel when you hug someone you love...
like the pangs of seperation you cant express when you are missing someone special...
like the familiar feeling knocking on your heart when you experience de'ja vu...
like the cherished memories which still visit you from time to time...
like the thoughts which keep you awake even at the end of a long tiring day...
like the experience which transports you back into time when it 'used to be'...
like the dreams which still flash before your eyes when your sleeping...
like the hopes which are long since gone but still not dead...
These stories run freely without any expectation of applause or accolades.
they mingle with the air leaving their beautiful scent wherever they go...
they neither want to be explained nor interpreted..
neither want to questioned nor probed...
neither want to be labelled as facts nor termed as fiction...
Sometimes they are accused of confusing the world..but they doesn't stop them!
"How can someone who is already so confused be confused any further?" is all they ask and dissapear knowing that staying there would only kill them slowly and silently..
they are sometimes labelled complicated..thats when they gracefully accept the designated status and leave with mixed feelings of hurt and regret in search of someone who would probably be simple enough only to understand them..
to understand them---as those who try to live despite the thousand odds...as those who wish to fight every demon who comes their way...as those who want to smile even when they are bruised and hurting..
and more importantly as those who are not meant to be ignored or suppressed out of fear or shame from the rest of the world but rather as those who were born to run free and wild without a single care of the rest of the world!!
its true---there is a story in everyone of us....
10 comments:
true :)
i am in love with this writeup :)
beautifully written
like that thoughts that keep you awake at the end of tiring day
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This have happened to me many times :)
nice post pri :)
when sum1 wants to giv yr story a happy ending dont u think u shud give them a chance.
totally agreed!!! There is a story in everyone of us... awesome writing pri
wow!Breathtaking poem this.
You've characterised so many different kinds of people and the stories they bring with them,each line struck a chord with me.
First time here,btw.It definitely isn't gonna be my last time though :)
Cheers!
wht is wrong with yr phn???? :(
no reply to email also.u are fine na?
i am a random bloghopper who has visited your space a coupla of times now.
i loved reading your blogs esp the post about your childhood [ http://lifeofpri.blogspot.com/2009/02/those-crazy-years.html ]is my one all time favorite
keep up the talent u are blessed with
GOD bless
you write so well about life and people.. every story is a bliss to read..
thanks pri
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