Be Gentle With Yourself

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Beware of the negativity you carry
Expel the pain you induce deep.

Give yourself benefit of doubt
Even angels fall, at bad times
Never question your own ability
Tattered might be the soul
Love your self a little more
Even when you might fail.

Whimper and then conceal the tears
Instead pledge to win the road
The spirit defeats the impossible
Heal yourself with that smile.

You are the hope, I see
Overcome all the obstacles
Utter no bitterness, just believe
Rest assure, positivity does win
Suffering are just about to end
Enemies allege a lot, don’t hear
Live in the moment, I propose
For gentleness always win

This is an acrostic form of poetry.

Written for the OctPoWriMo writing prompt Day4 : Poet: Be Gentle for Yourself

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Also Prompted @3WW and We Write Poems

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Abused

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Abused was the word,
She heard unconsciously
With blood piping down
As if a flood came across.

Photographs were captured
Within her innocent mind
As she struggled to live
Nightmares engulfed her .

He was just a friendly face
Smiling with alluring games
She was  a fresh bud still
Unknown to the filthy surrounds.

He had a color in his expressions
As if he loved her presence
He begged her with a ‘please’
To accompany him to the next corner.

Anomaly was he in the world
Isolation he preferred somewhere
Yet, all she saw was some nicety
Not his quest  to exploit her flesh.

A dreaded dragon unleashed on him
With a hunger forbidden by devils
Her giggles and love could no stop
When he approached her with desire.

A path of destruction he paved
For she was too little to endure
Yet, heart was never he had
A monstrous animal fell on her.

The cries were all in vain today
Trust taught a new lesson in life
An innocence was lost for her
When she struggled to keep it safe.

A rescuer somehow hear her pain
But she was long dead by then
An angel had brought her to earth
Forgetting devil await to molest.

Accusations will fly here and there
Politics will play chess in her name
Sympathy and love will take rounds
Some will even seek to kill ‘one’ satan.

With the slight of a hand decisions happen
Yet, we still forget to teach humanity
Says the eyes of the girl in the dead bed
 Then ‘ the show must go on’ and it does.

I may die, or I might survive like stone,
Says the innocent mind of the tarnished
Respect the future, clean the mind
For I desire, no other to be abused.

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Written for NaPoWriMo-Day 18

Also Prompted @ 3WW, A-Z blogging Challenge ( P for Photographs), The Sunday Whirl, Inspiration Monday, Trifecta, Carry on Tuesday, Theme Thursday, OSI and We Write Poems

P.S.  I generally avoid writing on social issues but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t disturb me. But mere words would do nothing. So unless I am capable enough to touch a life and improve it I let people judge me. But then, the latest case of a 5 year old baby girl just made me go numb. Read about it here. So I thought let me give my readers something to think about and help making some change. For I believe changes don’t come by protests or punishments but by influencing the internal thinking and mentality of the people who can be future criminals or may borne them . I hope I could  contribute a bit to that through this piece.

Summery Memories

“So, do you remember that one summer”, I said inquisitively.
“Which one ? I guess we have known each other long enough to have just one summer.”

I smiled, thinking how he doesn’t even remember my adolescence persona and yet he fakes remembrances. I was left wondering,  if he had seen the transition, he would have been in one major shock. But, then some things are for good. I decided to tease him further.

” O really? then remind me one childhood memory ?”
“Hmmm….too many dear….that one you remember….when we went “, he fumbled to say

“hhahahhahhahaha” I returned a loud laughter.
“You still make fun of me all the time “, he said jostling away the coffee mug in a childish manner.

I smiled even more as I decided to finally give the gift I got for him .

“Read this” , I said handling an envelop to him.
“What is this now?”, he said annoyed.

“I am sure you will smell the fragrance of your favorite coffee as you read this. “
“Eh?”

“Shhh…Just read”

He curiously opened the envelop of his memories, our childhood and few remnants we left in the patio of innocence.

You don’t remember our first smile, don’t you?
And that summer of memories we created with one ball,
Basketball it was , and we mixed it with some music,
Amusing ? But then you had your guitar for it.

Hold on to your heart and don’t be so surprised.
I still remember that cap and even that old car,
From which you waved even when running late,
Yes I owe your sisters this one for being kids.

My school bus could never arrive till you passed,
And day wasn’t complete till I was teased.
I was just creating some smiles to last.
You were making friendships in silly loves.

Then summer vacations made its own way.
Which made us take our long break.
But then I found the way to the court,
To play some charming games you liked.

Yellow it was? Your shirt smartest silly,
And you said how it has been a long time,
I laughed questioning that way of yours,
When you smiled to say, here idiot.

Then we grew bit more, and hormones acted,
On me and not you, and today I confess.
I know this will be a big surprise,
But then, that one moment changed it all.

Remember those summer classes ? algebra and me?
And then I met your arrogant brother once,
Maybe you knew about my presence or I presumed
And came with an excuse no one really believed.

That one drive was all that was required.
I looked my worse self and yet the excuses worked.
Dawn happened at dinner time I didn’t know.
Nor did I know that you visit friends without calls.

I know it was charming and beautiful but we whispered,
To know more than the years in those few minutes,
Blushing our heart away even no names were known,
To create pedestals to last a full life time.

Then, children became adult and life really happened,
I still laugh thinking of it all and thanking stars,
For keeping it just as a good memory without a story,
Or I wouldn’t have smiled narrating to my first crush.

“Wow, so you were that girl…I guess even I had…..”
“Shhh…..say nothing…..let it stay as a beautiful memory”

“But?”
“Nope…Maya might be coming…lets order some food”

“You are crazy”, he said smiling 
“If I wasn’t. We wouldn’t have been best friends still? right? “, said the smiles

“Raul is a lucky man”
“I know, ”  I said and  pulled  his nose to tell how the chemistry stays the same.  

“Ouch. It hurts”
“What?the crooked nose”

“Youuuuuuuuuu, ” he said , simultaneously raising the envelop to hit me.

I smiled realizing how the rest of the story still had him and me together in the best possible way.

I thought , how some stories are best if we don’t change their memories and status and leave them as they were meant to be written. It was a similar case  between he and she, two best friends , married to two different people, who crushed on each other and still remained best of friends, making the world smile with their stupid antics.

Also Prompted @ 3WW, OSI, Sunday Scribblings, Inspiration Monday, We Write Poems, Theme Thursday, DVerse, Weekend Wordsmith, Thursday Poetry Rally, Poets United and Free Word Friday