eyes and iceberg — Wings Of Poetry

My tears are shy They refuse to come out In front of anyone They need a dark corner To let me cry As they are very shy They keep on increasing After every hurt, Heart break Events of shame, Insults and blame Behind these eyes Who are clever To help them hide Every time I […]

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What happens when a Pastor maltreats his Wife?

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“The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power. You just take it”- Roseanne Barr

While growing up, I used to think marrying a pastor was the best way to have a good man. I was wrong!!! You only marry a good man when you’ve found the right one; irrespective of his occupation. Often times, I still wonder why I thought marrying a pastor was the perfect idea; I think it’s because of the prospect attached to the title “Pastor”. The expectation that he should be close to perfect; would treat a woman right and exercise the virtue of patience in bringing up a family. Don’t get me wrong, but there are pastors and there are pastors!!!

Everyday, the values in the society keep depreciating, you know why? -Because some of our role models have gone rogue. Isn’t it ironical that the same set of people, who…

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A Mesmerizing Night!

It was 2 in the morning and we had just returned to our cottage after performing for a show. Everyone was drenched with tiredness and cravings for the bed were too tempting to resist and yet I was there deprived of sleep, restless and wanting to go out into the open air. I was choked with people and all I wanted was to breathe in isolation. (Too many people in a single room is not my cup of tea)

So there I was silently treading into the hallway. My shushed steps and the fortunately hinged door did not awake anyone but there he was sitting on the stairway listening to music, as if he was there waiting only for me.

Instantly, he put off his earphones and gave me the most beautiful smile that I had seen in a really long time. There were no words and as if it was already assumed, I sat there across him tugging at my scarf.

It was dark. The whole cottage was dark and the only possible light was the moonlight. Honestly, I am not exaggerating any bit of it. The light was barely enough to know who the person is and yet it was more than enough for me. And no, it was not a full moon night 😉

We started talking and we talked and only talked the entire night. We laughed, we made fun of people, we shared our stories and suddenly I could see his face more clearly smiling at me. Well, it wasn’t radiance that came abruptly; it was the sun!

We talked till sunrise and even after that. None of us moved, none of us wanted to leave, at least I think of it that ways and we chattered even more till we expected people to wake up and notice us.

Somehow all the grogginess of the previous day did not matter, what our friends were doing did not matter; all it mattered was the present where I was smiling and making the most of it. I was happy.

I do not know what it was. It wasn’t any bit romantic but after a long time there was someone who made me realise I am not that bad a person, even I could be easy going, even I could be a person with whom someone could share his feelings, that I could be a friend too.

I am glad to have him as a friend and scared too for losing him since I have always lost people that I have cared for. And so with a heavy heart I stood up from there not wanting to leave. But I knew that I had to walk away. The sun had risen. The night was over and it was time to return to the reality.

PS: If only I could tell this to him, all I want is to thank him for being there that night and for being there as my friend when most of the people I know think of me as a selfish and self-centred person. I am super bad at expressing myself to others so I am doing it here.

Dear friend, Thank you from the bottom of my heart and I love you for this, also I hope this is not some random friendship for you as it really means something to me.

Faith!

“I have faith in God!

I have faith in my guardian angel who brought me here and who stays here with me.”

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I do not remember where I read this but this has stayed with me stuck on a post it, above my study for a few years now. And when I am down this sure pulls me up. It’s difficult to always have that faith but once I try and believe in it I just leave everything on I don’t know, destiny?

Sorry!

“Would ‘sorry’ have made any difference? Does it ever? It’s just a word. One word against a thousand actions.”

-Sarah Ockler.

“Apologies are great, but they don’t really change anything. You know what does? Action.

-Stella Young.

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It’s always difficult for me to forgive people so do I justify myself here?

Cogito Ergo Sum. ["I think Therefore I am"]

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