Girlishly

This fear, That we hear Between those ears, That tells us to stop, And not do what we love, And makes us feel like a dove We let it stop us, Time and again, Without realising its presence, Irrespective of our pretence, Leaving space for doubt, When we are about, To do something worthy and Proud To go beyond it, Is a warrior's take When only losing is at stake, But that seems too much Combined with the imaginations That destroy us as such, I hope we recognise, Whenever it whispers, And question why it exists, when we don't need its advice, To help us fix ourselves, Or to build from the grind.

Adding value, That differentiates, Your presence from absence, And adds remembrance,  To what you offer as experience, The vibrancy and the countenance. A value that makes living full, Which makes dying successful,  Which leaves footprints on lives, Of those to whom you give your time. It's not fair to compare, Attention with value,  Because beware, Similar they look on The superficial layer, But when dug deeper , They leave you bewildered.

At times, there comes a slack, Maybe it's the intent we lack, Or we are just tired, weary, Of listening & obeying -- simply, It feels like the shackles of trust Bind us tightly to our crust, Yet only if we could go astray Would we really know how to stay? It's generally not long before We realize, Of the hefty price That we are made to pay, To keep us in control In our own mind, And happily give away, Our freedom and our time. Life is full of roadblocks, Some with, while some without rocks, Each one has to be dealt with carefully, So that we can get what we want happily, It's strange to stumble so often, But there are no other options, For if we stopped even for a day, Who would cover up for the delay? What if we could predict it all, Or maybe get some help And make it before the fall? Would that help us grow and learn? Or would it simply add more turns? A challenge, a contest or a game, Irrespective of different names, What life seems to be doing is, Pushing us towards...

Do you feel addicted to dark? Like not the darkness in your mind, But to the one seen at night, The one that pours into your soul, That which can never feel light. Does it attract you? A pull to unfold, All your secrets, That remain untold? And trust the Moon And its light, And believe in it all, Without fright? That which saddens the heart, But gives a lot of peace, Deeper it goes into the memory, And unwinds all that lies waiting,  For you to look at it once, Before forgetting and regretting.

The un-asked-for evaluations Entering our minds, From different directions And of all kinds, Mixed with emotions Beyond our control, But giving us the feelings Of not being whole, A set of words Sometimes the tone, And very little regard For how we have grown, A tale of the past To convince the cast, Against the claim  And to blame, Us for being us And the entire clan, Arising from nowhere Still so powerful, Showing the dust Even to the rightful, Just to fulfill The urge to revive, That feeling of incompleteness And that of being left behind.