What if….?

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“What” and “If” are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if?

I don’t know how your story ended but if what you felt then was true love, then it’s never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn’t it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don’t know what a love like Juliet’s feels like: love to leave loved ones for, love to cross oceans for, but I’d like to believe if I ever were to feel it, that I’d have the courage to seize it. ~ Letters to Juliet

What if you fly?

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“There is freedom waiting for you,
On the breezes of the sky,
And you ask “What if I fall?”
Oh but my darling,
What if you fly?”
~ Erin Hanson

Get on with it!

It is one of my attempts at poetry. I am honestly not sure if I have done a good job here, though i sure can be better! It is inspired by the writings of Felicity Johns

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We held hands and laughed with each other
We fell in love here, remember?
Memories of those days remain vivid in my mind
Until they start blurring with the happenings that were unkind

And then silence – like you hold right now – until the moment I crack
Days pass and weeks just go by as I pretend to be normal and hold my tears back
Your rejection or may be indifference, not sure which hurts the most
But now I must snap out of it and draw it to a close

I spent important moments of my life waiting for you
A substantial period, just thinking about us two
Its time to stop, take my life ahead
Take total control of it and steer it with a clear head

It feels impossible – how do I just detach from someone held so dear?
The friend in me gives me no choice as she lays it out in terms very clear –
‘Someday, and someday soon you have to reach there young lady
Till then the golden mantra is ‘fake it till you make it baby!’

Bloom

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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom ~ Anais Nin

Standing Alone…

standing in the storm..

So here we are, at the end of our road
and all our dreams long foregone
I silently walked away
And you never noticed that I was gone

A storm rages ahead of me
As I find my way under the turbulent sky
And now I’m standing here alone
Holding my head up high

There’s no need now for you to say a word
We have already drifted so far away
I hope you’re on your way, sailing free
And that you think of me each day

(adapted from In This Moment ~ Standing Alone)