Perception and Significance

Someone's perception of good vs bad for you, and the level of protectiveness towards you,

are enough to showcase how significant you are, as a part of their life.

I guess that way, family will always be number one, vis-a-vis the rest.

Friends may be somewhere in the middle of that list,

and colleagues/acquaintances somewhere towards the end..

But how does the ranking of people's significance help us evolve as people??
Does it help us at all?
Too many thoughts in between, and I am suddenly lost under the pile of my own questions.

Sigh..

My Mind Mumbles Empathy

Somedays are difficult.
Sometimes we all go through days like these.
But it's difficult all the more when you cannot express how your day is going to anyone around because of a fear of lack of empathy, or just the fear of being tagged as a "crybaby", "attention seeker", or something of the like, which you are generally not.
But today, i want to share the pain by trying to express it simply.

Imagine your body being stung by insect bites at 30 different spots on your body when you are asleep, and you wake up and have to start a day with all that itch.
Now imagine you have a body with extremely sensitive skin that even an itch can peal your skin off.
Now imagine having the pain of your skin pealing off from 30 different spots on your body at one single time. And imagine having to do your daily work chores with that pain. To top it, add the situation that you do not want people at work to know that pain, and have to pass away the day normally, also having to address questions such as "eww is that a chicken pox mark?" with an answer like "No, its just allergy mark."

I go through this every other day when I'm struck by an allergy. And what I'm more used to than the allergy's pain due to my skin pealing off is the disgusted look i get and more than that, the ignorance of people who matter to the fact that you are in pain.

It made me stop wanting to express it out to people at all. Especially when it is about bodily pain. Because trust me, as much as everyone wants to be heard, no one actually wants to genuinely listen.

Thankfully i have a blog that is read by less than a dozen people, and mostly those who hopefully don't have the tendency to poke me where it hurts.

But I feel the urge to tell people through this post to be a little more sensitive towards people's invisible pain. Of course I'm not telling you to sit and cry for them, for all you know, they don't cry for themselves either. Just TRY to develop empathy towards people who seem to be in pain, even if they don't tell you they are in pain.

Home Will Never Be The Same Again

All our lives so far our parents kept us strung to their cords,
Always protecting us, and often unintentionally neglecting
our need to face this world alone.

All our lives so far our parents kept telling us we are strong
and independent enough to live alone when required,
while also wanting deep within that such a day never comes
when they cannot be beside us.

All our lives so far we have been pseudo-independent,
and pseudo-strong and one fine day, we stepped out
of our transparent bubble, which was rather our ozone
since the time we were born.

What happens next is what we never expected from our lives,
but something that our parents' silent cries fail to show us;
that 'Home' will never be the same again.

We face new things, and with every new day, we need them more.
But the irony is, when they do come, we do not approve of their ways anymore.

We meet new people and make a family of our own,
But the irony is, you'll always call them your family first, no matter what age you grow.

Hurdles come and pass, so do good times,
Memories appear, reappear and fade till their translucent,
Yet the best time will always be those spent inside
the ozone of their love.

From 'staying' at home to 'visiting' home,
From our home to mine & parents',
Life shows us many instances of how a branch
broke out from a tree and became a tree of its own,
yet the new tree has in it the resins & gums of its parent
and so will its new branches and the trees to come.

The circle may probably never end.
Each branch breaks out to become a new tree,
each home gives way to newer ones.
But within every new home will lie the translucent memories of
the days when our lives were strung to our parents' cords,
only to remind us that
Home will never be the same again.

दर्द-ए-आशिक़ी/ The Pain of Love

ये दर्द-ए-आशिक़ी भी कमाल की चीज़ है,
जो तुझसे नाराज़ होना चाहूँ तो ख़ुद से खफ़ा हो जाऊँ।

The pain of love is so ironic,
that I end up being disappointed with myself for being upset with you.