Avoiding Confrontation?

These moments of fright
When you don't want to ignite,
Any arguments
Or petitions,
Just to make sure
Peace is assured,
Being unaware that if you burn inside
Peace will never truly find a side,

As a matter of fact
We are all afraid to lose,
Not just people
But also bonds,
Not just love
But also habits,
Not just dependence
But also attachments,

Does anything count over you ?
Does anyone get to overpower you ?
Do you stand lesser in your own life ?
Do you mean nothing in your space ?
Does someone else has to define you ?
Does someone else has to validate you ?
Do you always need support ?
Do you want to be treated like a sport ?

These doubts are crippling,
And bring in fear
While making us believe,
That without others
We wouldn't be alive,

The truth says something else
Your life is yours in fact,
Live it the way you deem right
Don't bother about the other's pride,
It's theirs to consider
Not your responsibility,
And so do not take accountability
For people who are themselves lost,
For you will be risking not just your truth
But also your inner peace at their cost.

Comments

An intense grip!

Not having met you Never made me feel empty, But having met you Makes me feel weak, Not that I can't survive, But it's a struggle of not wanting to, A struggle of knowing All that should be known, And yet unable to Hold back from the unknown, A dying sense of urgency Although there is none in the vicinity, A profound feeling of having found A feeling so intense That it just couldn't be spent Even after exhausting every cent.

The rising

A tale of inspiration, building upright, from the gallows of darkness and kingdom of fight, A burning desire to give proof, of abiding strength and courage and coup, An inner whirlwind, rising and falling, like a sand dune with its crests and troughs, magically building the foundation of faith and truth, Its outcome will be a proof in time of all things worthy and filled with chime.

A Rebel ?

A rebel is what you call, A fighter is what I prefer, The most important thing of all Is that the qualities don't differ, To stand for what I believe, To look at people leave, It does break my heart for a while But more than that it brings about a smile, For it exposes the real ones And the cruel ones, And along it brings enlightenment to my soul, And peace to my mind, To be able to find A part of me in all, To be alive and willing, To be thoughtful and thinking, To be educated and building, To be sensible and helping, Life is a game Battlefield, if you will, To come out alive Is the mildest of will, Injuries do pain, But can never over-power the gain, I wish this human race Condemned the norms And started off believing In possibilities and forms.

Girlishly

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