The Unsung Hero

To my Pain,
I thank you today,
I didn’t realise how much I needed you in my system,
I didn’t want you,
You showed me what hell could feel like,
I hated you,
I never wanted you to be with anyone,
But
Today,
I thank you.
Yes, I was in bad phase,
I felt hopeless and desolate,
Grief didn’t give me justice,
But you were there constantly by my side,
You showed me my strength and my courage,
You showed me that you were with me because I loved deeply,
You showed me what happens when I was too naive and foolish,
You helped me to gather those tiny freckles of strength,
You were the silent friend who wanted the best for me,
You taught me to stand up for myself,
You gave me power to say No,
You gave me the eyes to see the reality and removed the smokey perception I held,
Its sad people don’t write about you,
You are the unsung hero,
Always forgotten to praised,
You are my Yang and
I
won’t forget you,
Because you are my hero,
You taught me to walk when I lost my wings.
– Hema Sanghavi

Written by Hema Sanghavi.

The Walk

The walk was much needed. She had to go out. An escape however small it seemed to be.
She repeated the mantra in her head,”I am not going to cry, I am not going to get emotional. No, you can’t do this. ”
She was walking around for an hour and the legs wanted to give up. Finally when she saw a a place to sit in the park, she let it all out.

She made sure that no one was looking around. She had to cry. She couldn’t control it. The reality was too much for her to handle. The books weren’t helping her either.

Hermione Granger would have locked herself in bathroom. Being cold as Snape didn’t work also. All she wanted was to escape from all this.

She pondered what price she is paying for this harsh truth. Couldn’t she find someone who would just understand her and not judge? Be a silent supporter and be there for her. She wasn’t asking for much. Just nice company.
Sighing, she wiped her tears and stood up. It was getting late. She had to cook dinner and complete her chores too.

Suddenly, she saw a dog looking at her. Like the dog knew what she felt. That tug her heart even more.
She knelt down and played with the dogs’ ears and neck. He purred in happiness and wiggled his tail.

Sadly, she had to leave. She said, “I need to go now. Thank you for being there. ”
Barking, the dog followed her till she reached home.
-Hema

Written by Hema Sanghavi.

Diary: An Excerpt of an Young Person

I don’t know where to start. I don’t write personal things. very private person, I am. even if I am supposed to vent something out, I write it metaphorically or make some one personified. it’s not easy to put down words you feel and let someone else read it and at one point of time judge it. May be this seems like a child wailing. may be it is.

But I needed to write it out. I am writer by profession, its my duty to write majestically and flawlessly with impeccable timing to add humor so that readers don’t feel bored. Ya, my job. But I wont do that today, I am not going to edit it, nor am I going to remove sentences. because I need to jot this down. I need to write so that I can clear myself up.

I  didn’t realize what responsibility is until I started working. I like to write, no in fact I love writing and working. it makes me feel like I can do something. I feel proud, independent. life does change pretty fast. It’s almost 9 and half month down and it feels i am still stuck in january. Time is moving very fast and so is life.

you know when you are past the college life and you suddenly feel the weight of responsibilities putting you down. You become more aware. You become more cautious, more cynical. The other day I was talking with man who is bit more older to me. He said his problems out loud and I felt helpless. I have never been in that kind of situation. I didn’t know what to do, other than just listening. you know this saying ” when you sit down with people in conference table and if each one shared their sorrows, you would rather have yours and leave”

I just feel scared. I don’t want to lose myself. there is so much of difference between me last year and this year. The innocence, naïvety, the outlook that I had has changed. I am not what i was past few months ago. some say that it is good. it makes you strong. you change to adapt and survive. But I say at what cost?. yes, I cant be innocent like a 10-year-old kid. because the world is cruel and it will eat me up. the strongest survives, right Darwin? But aren’t the weaklings worthy enough?

Is it so much of a crime to have feelings? I have my share of bad days, I know it’s just the beginning of those, but still they though didn’t kill me and made me stronger, but they made me cold too. They made me cynical too. So every person i talk to, i turn cynical. You the old man i was talking about earlier? Ya so my point is that if i see an 18-year-old , 25-year-old and 35-year-old. the difference in them also revolves around how they view things. A 18-year-old person will be more nice and bit more optimistic person when they meet a stranger. A 25-year-old might be cynical. A 35-year-old will first think of a motive of the stranger talking.

Our past, our experiences do make who we are. But my question is how much do we let them dictate us, control us? And how do we strike a balance?

By someone in 20’s

Note: The author has told me that it wants the post to be open for one day. So, I have to delete it tomorrow. Any incidents which are related are purely co-incidental. ( I so always wanted to use this sentence :P)

Christopher Poindexter: 20 Reasons why I love him

Christopher Poindexter’s poetry is amazing. I have been following him crazily. May be showing stalker tendency. What can i say!! I have fallen in love with his words. He calls himself an observer and not a poet, wants to understand humans. He is available On Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr and you can buy his book which is ‘Naked Human’ on http://www.underwatermountains.com or http://www.christopherpoindexter.com. If you just want to buy one of the poem then it is available on etsy.
So a bit personal information. He is 24. He is engaged with the most beautiful soul I have read about. I haven’t met him ( dying to meet them with their kids❤❤) They have 3 dogs and consider them as their children. I am absolutely in love with them. Lei, loves food, and sea.
Ya apparently, I do sound a bit like a stalker. But its a fan girl moment for me.
So now, Twenty reasons why I love his work and why especially you should read them too!
1. How he connects the nature with the love he has for her. He knows that we arent perfect and to love someone completely, you should love their demons too.
This is one of their dog. Love the way he is saying Hi!!

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2. His definition of forever. Should I say anything more than this. Its so romantic!!

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3. He writes letter for her, in poetry. He adores her. And he isn’t like other lover who would gift diamonds or jewelry. He wants her to be covered with nature. Enough said!!

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4. We always have questioned ourselves or our friends wondering whether we will ever know the one. A person like me considers it myth. Something for novels. But their love shows something else.

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5. He loves nature and takes inspiration from there. When we fall, we are down on the ground. To that he says, to that we can grow ourselves. We can regrow from the seed. A new life. We are significant no matter what others tell us.
Someone give me a tissue!

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6. On world. We know how world is as we grow older. Our own sets of experience shows us that. It is cruel no doubt. He hates fake people (who doesn’t) but in the end he is still being optimistic about it. He is still thinks there is hope and even in Gothic there is beauty. Just need a change of perception.
Oh God, how easily he tells us about our perception!

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8. He talks and stands for someone who stands for themselves. Who have open mind. Who learns. He tells us that we are unique and its better to be that then to follow the crowd.

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9. One of my favorite! How true is this.

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10. He talks about body and love. In this material and perfect world we are trying to be something we aren’t. We want perfect bodies, no marks, perfect shapey legs. We even undergo surgeries. Just love this poem.

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11. Something to remember. We hold on to memories, while we should hold on to feelings. That even helps when we had a fight with anyone!

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12. I won’t even explain this. How I knew I was in love ❤💓

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13. This in my another favorite! Through this poem I knew about Christopher. So it is special for me too. And the poem speaks volumes to me!!

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14. To the ones who are battling with themselves! Read up!

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15. The moment when we watch our loved one sleep. It doesn’t matter whether its a baby or our love or family. But the feeling is indescribable. It just feels nice.

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16. He couldn’t have described a hug in any other way!

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17. Something we should remember. Pain is a part of us. Flips side of love too.

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18. Each time we hear I love you. Even its just three words, the way we feel; no emotions can even come to that level.

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19. I am yours. In everything.

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20. Yes. Just a smile does makes us feel special.

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No matter what, he will always be my favorite person. He taught me and his poems were an guide for me. I love his work and I wish all the grace to them and their dogs
Love,
Hema Sanghavi

Written by Hema Sanghavi.

Poet’s week

I use Instagram daily, no no; not to share my pictures daily. ( That would be self obsessed right?)
I use it to read the works of the poets of Instagram. These people are from different regions and one thing that bonds them is poetry. It’s raw and relatable.
These aren’t the big big poetry or something that has rhyming scheme or meter. They are really small and simple which speaks emotions. Some use Imagism or symbolism… I won’t get into the analysis of poem, although I really wish I could do it for my assignments.
So, this week is dedicated to them.
Most of them have their books out.
I will surely add the links of their books and their account too.
The poets are :
Christopher Poindexter
Zachry K Douglas
Leo Christopher
Kat Savage
Marisa Crane
Beau Taplin
R. M. Drake
J. Raymond ( I can’t leave him!)

Have awesome day!
Stay tuned for the poetry week
– Hema Sanghavi

Written by Hema Sanghavi.