Well, this is just an incident i would love to share with you all. Thankyou for reading :).
I’ve always had this passion for football, maybe much more than the boys who play better than me in the park everyday. Even after being told by practically everyone not to go play with them, i picked up myself rather confidently hoping no one would notice the scared and awkward girl behind that tough wall. Not hard to guess, they said they dont play with girls. That actually hit hard on my esteem, bit quite unbashed i tried my best to fit in. I fell, and picked up myself without complaining. Everyone would make fun of me, constantly reminding me i dont belong here. Some of the boys did realise my love for the game was bigger than my ego and had no other choice but to pass the ball occasionally.
Nothing has changed; i still fight everyday, i still fall, help myself, get occasional passes and high-fives, but now the boys are used to my presence and i am used to their attitude.
Now i’m the only girl they would play with and wait for to come down in the same confident way everyday.
I’m sitting here
In my favorite cup,
With all the books
That have ever touched
That play in my mind
Over and over;
With everything I’d ever want.
Is all I get to embrace, to hold.
Now I feel
When you had in your remorse told me
That you wanted to return my favours,
I should’ve simply told you, instead
To give me back, myself.
As we grow old
And the secrets we hold
Will die with passing time;
But yourhand in mine
And the story so divine,
Will live on forever.
As the colors fade,
And the butterflies shades
Lose their serenity;
But like the skies beyond,
Our love will go on
Will never lose it’s beauty.
When the wrinkles on my cheeks
Will describe an age so wise,
You’ll never fade away,
Forever be in lover’s eyes.
This love is no less than heaven
And beautiful as ever;
It’s never long enough,
But no less than forever.
As you untangled my locks,
My secrets spilled off;
While we lay there entwined,
Your thoughts blending into mine.
And when you looked at me, lovingly
Everything else faded;
The same way how sun rays,
Dancing through my hair, unbraided
Made the dark feel loved, look beautiful.
I sit here, spellbound
By the moon, her charm
Darkness that veils everything,
Takes me lovingly in her arms.
I sit here, reminiscing
My past glories, without judgement
Sans noise, just me and my thoughts
My poetries, my madness.
Night envelopes my fears
In her stillness, with her tricks
I’ll never be a morning person, for the night is my kingdom
And I, a slave her to her beauty, prisoner to her magic.
You drink through the glasses
Filled with regrets and sorrows;
Laugh it off, raise a toast,
Shamelessly believing your smile hides it all;
But my eyes know no bounds,
They drown in your soul.
Call it an unhealthy peculiarity,
Your eyes can never decieve me;
We may be strangers in words,
But in silence,our conversations wander aimlessly.
When tired of wearing masks,
We befriend in misery;
Our angels might not be aquaintances,
But your demons find a home in me.
The way his carefree soul
Couldn’t fly sometimes,
For it felt heavy and empty at the same time;
The way his eyes shined,
But were hollow;
How his lips curved into a
Never could I understand
His tender gaze,
Or storms that rise in his placid seas;
Maybe, it seems,
As fascinating as they are,
Certain things should be left
Like a child
Bewildered and curious
I’m learning to love you.
Too spellbound to be cautious,
Silently entering your magical world
Admiring my every step, every word,
Unlearning everything I’ve learnt.
Trying to feel your every shade, every hue,
I’m still learning to love you.
Im learning to feel your thoughts with care,
Yet drowning in those captivating eyes;
Tracing my finger through your skin,
My uncrafted emotions are ready to pay their price.
With words hung loose on my tongue,
I’m living poetries old and new;
My fragility, insecurities,light and dark,
Everything in me, is learning to love you.