RESURRECTION

I might bend but i will not break
eventhough it takes my life i will stand up and do whatever it takes,
life has given me a another chance,
and it won't be wise if i don't take a stance.
I look into the mirror and i see an injured lioness,
I see flames of fury, wrath and ravages.
The decision is taken not by the image in the glass
But by ME

I bring myself to the fore-front of the war zone,
I plan my prowl, I roar, I attack.
At the end I want to be standing in pride.
Now when I look into the mirror again i wont moan,
It has pierced me from within , I writhe in pain.
I live the agony over and over again.
I turn my head and the wind runs through my mane,
the past flashes once again , i see myself tormented for my silence,
just because i chose not to respond.
Now, things will function on a different plane, the ways I will change.
The rules I will decide,
Because an injured lioness is on the prowl, is on the kill
with her rules now she has to abide.

HONESTLY WHAT WAS I THINKING

Honestly, what was I thinking?

Hey is there anybody in there? I ask a million questions each day, its not necessary that I get all the answers I’m looking for. Life is strange but yet it marvels me with the enigmatic quality of it being un-predictable, I’m left awed at the wonders of creation. I choose to move on from where I stand now, I want to run but my feet are stuck to the ground. Although I want to live on my own terms I have to comply as well as compromise with a host of other things. I hate the fetters but I still move with it tied to my limbs.
There is a lot more to what just meets the eye, one has to look deep within or read in-between the lines to figure out the most basic of things. Complications are a beauty by themselves, they attract the maximum attention and demand time. The simpler things get away easily, sometimes they go un-noticed but most of the times it holds life together. Complications are un-forgiving simplicity is pristine, with this I started on a new beginning thinking I don’t have to visit the complications any more. Little did I know that it would haunt me till date and the years to come, to my horror and utter dis-belief I still think about the past. I hate this phrase “forget the past”, can one really forget and move on like they say? I ask in all honesty and I would not be surprised that some memories (good or bad) tend to linger behind our minds. Its not easy to forget and forgive, atleast not for me, I’m not God! I wonder how many people will agree in all truthfulness that they can do both ; Love me or hate me but certain things cannot be forgotten………
Not because we don’t want to, its because we simply can’t.

Transformed

After being tried n tested, i have been transformed!.....it was needed n i can safely say tht "its NOT age but experiance tht brings wisdom". So with a positive out-look i have set out to live my life, it feels grt but still some questions are un-answered!...i gss its bttr left tht way....to quote "sting"...

A thousand years, a thousand more,
A thousand times, a million doors to eternity.
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls.
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,
The towers rise to numberless floors in space.
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,
A million names but only one truth to face.

A million roads, a million fears,
A million suns, aten million years of uncertainty.
I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time.
But if there was a single truth, a single light,
A single thought, a singular touch of grace.
Then following this single point, this single flame,
The single haunted memory of your face.

I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times, the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head.

I may be numberless, I may be innocent,
I may know many things, I may be ignorant.
Or i could ride with kings and conquer many lands,
Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands.
I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times
Reborn as fortune's child to judge another's crimes
Or wear this pilgrim's cloak, or be a common thief
I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief.
I still love you
Istill want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
On and on the mysteries unwind themselves
Eternities still unsaid
'Til you love me

tested

After a considerable amount of "moving on", what ever i decided to change was being put to practise...frankly speaking i was a rebel with a cause who never ceased to stand up for what she felt was right(i still do now,but with a little common sense!)
I hate accepting mistakes if they are not my own; but the test now was acceptin a mistake even if wasn't mine just because a certain person's ( a rather important one) pride and position had to be satisfied so that things would remain calm...
everytime my beliefs and principles had to be sub-dued because of the same reason quoted above
Its frustrating when you know tht something is wrong but yet you can't do anything abt it just because of the ego of a few elders!!...pls i donot mean to dis-respect any of my elders,i love them none the less...but pls explain when these very "elders" do wrong to someone's life and just "frame" them in a wrong way; what are we s'posed to do?..u have to shut up in certain circumstances but in the others, you just have to deal with ppl. who do wrong to you!...
Thats why you have to wait...

tried

i have never had to face things in life till a very crucial point in my life...i was 12 when everything about how i looked at life as a fantasy started changing...
my beliefs were questioned n i had to fight with my conscience,it was extremely difficult. Change is inevitable but in a way it takes long to accept!
but i moved on,bent but NOT broken