Not All is Glass...

You look at my face,

Into my eyes,

And you simply smile,

And look away.

Is that all there is…

To your love?

To your care?

To your affection?

Is that all there is... ?

Do you see nothing?

Are you that blind?

Do you not see the pain that haunts these eyes?

Do you not see the tears that linger just beneath the surface?

Do you not hear the sigh that echoes throughout my existence?

Do you not see the bruises that weaken my soul?

Do you not see how life has tried me, tortured me?

Do you not see how time has broken me?

Oh, but how could you?

How could you when those eyes were only meant to see through glass?

How could you when those hands were only meant to break through glass?

How could you when that mind can only think as far as the vision can go?

But here is a piece of wisdom, my friend.

Not all things in life are made of glass as clear as the purest water.

& not all wounds does time heal.

The Difference...

So maybe I got in too deep,
Heard the unspoken,
Saw the unseen.
Felt without even being touched,

But now I’m letting go.
Because I’ve been hurt enough.
Because I’ve cried too much.

And since you can’t wipe my tears,
And since you won’t let me in,
I might as well leave you to your misery,
Before it takes too much of a toll on me.

I’ve been by your side,
Held my ground,
Not faltered,
I’ve fought for you,
I’ve lied for you,
I’ve gotten hurt for you.
But it’s enough now.

I just want you to know
I’m leaving.
I’m making my own way now.
You’re welcome to come along.

But this time all you get from me,
Is going to be all I got from you.

Because I’ve shed enough tears for a man who doesn’t feel,
Fought enough battles for a man who doesn’t see,
& lied enough lies for a man who doesn’t hear.

I just want you to know,
Time has tried & tested me many times before.
I have been bruised,
But not shattered.
I have been broken,
But not defeaten.
I fall & I fall & I fall,
But I find my feet again.

Even through all that
I do not forget to love,
I do not forget to care,
I do not forget to feel.

& that is what is different between you & I.

I'm Happy.

I'm happy,
Even though my
Heart is broken,
Smile is fading,
Spirit is dying...

But I'm happy,
Because you
Got your way,
Had your say,
Walked away,
Made my day.

I Will Not Be A Victim.

I opened my eyes,

to see a million people close their's.

I stood up tall on my feet,

to see a million people fall to the ground.

I raised my voice in protest,

to hear a million voices being choked.

Is this the world we want to live in?

Is this the life we want to lead?

Is it just a mere survival we wish to go through?

Everyday, we leave our houses with the fear that we might not come back. Mothers pray & fathers put locks & bolts on the door & hide the keys to keep us "safe" inside. Is this what life is going to be like from now on?

Will there be no saviour?

Will there be none who rise above this chaos?

Innocent lives are being lost & we are sitting here doing nothing!

The sounds we hear right now, are only prologues to the final sound that will wipe away our very existance.

Yet, we do not realise how short our time is, how dire our predicament might be & yet we do not try to save ourselves.

"Jo hota he hone do.", is this what our motto was?

Where is the "tanzeem"?

Where is the "ittefaq"?

It is a plea, open your eyes.

Too many have been closed forever already in lieu of false pretenses.

Let's not lose any more lives for causes we do not wish to follow.

I will not be a victim.

We will not be victims!