Friends ? Family ? No, Clan!

The ones who accept
The dirt and the guilt,
The gift and the built,
The pain and the rain,
The past and the cast,
The beauty and the duty.

I have been confused
For long,
Thinking family was blood
And that is where
I belonged.

It seems,
Finally the bubble has burst,
And has quenched my thirst.

It's difficult to put in words,
Still I will try,
Not for myself but for the ones
That deserve to be told,
About how beautifully they unfold
The truth about love and life,
While I watch awed,
Not ready to believe.

Blood can only tell
Where you come from,
Because you never
Get a choice,
But what you call family,
Is surely the people
In whom you rejoice.

The ones who don't
Give up on you,
Even when you yourself do.

These are the gems
To be held close and tight,
It's because of them
That you lose your fright.

They clear the dust
From your eyes,
To make you see
The beauty within,
That lies.

How incomplete our existence
Would be,
To never have experienced friendships
And what they could be.

They are the perfect clan
To die for,
And the best plan
To live for.

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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