There Is A Light In Me

There is a light in me,

Now buried,

That was once so bright,

It made even the darkest of colors

Look like the first dew of spring

In bright sunlight.

Crafted with the finest

Strokes of honesty and bravery…

The light sparkling so bright

Held onto others with naive optimism;

Believing that the light in others was also

Made of the very same qualities.

But, oh! The felony of nature:

That what we desire is not necessarily

That which we need.

And thus, the light of others,

Overshadowed the light in me.

Making it look like the dullest

Of monsoon skies that could ever be.

The light of others painfully

Drained out the light in me,

And in this process

I forgot that,

There is a light in me

That was once so bright…

It made even the darkest of colors

Look like the first dew of spring

In bright sunlight.

 

Copyright, SnehalRawal 2016.

Take Some Liberties

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The Double Decker Living Root Bridge

They call it the Living Root Bridge because it never stops growing. With time, it keeps getting stronger with firm roots digging deeper into Earth. It is over 500 years old and you have to trek some 3,500 steps , cross a village, eat at a shack which has local chips and coca cola (besides lemon juice and pure honey) for sale just to reach this bridge. The water is blue, and I saw the sun set and the stars take over. Sitting on the edge of this huge rock, beside the blue water , it dawned upon me how very liberating travelling can be. I wish I could travel all my life, because with travelling you just keep moving forward – there is no looking back, you know?

This was my first trip with the money I had been saving for a while now, and I wish I could explore the places nearby.

This was my first step to actually living my dream. I actually went trekking, did the thing I have always loved and wanted to do.

I was on my own, ready to take on anything that came my way. I felt that way after a very long time. I actually felt that.

 As long as the tree they are formed from remains healthy, they naturally self-renew and self-strengthen as their component roots grow thicker.

Semi – Precious

Defying expectations,

She gave herself away;

Losing loyalty effortlessly

Holding onto something

So surreal…

 

Like the silence that bursts

Open into the dead of the night,

Talking to you like an old friend

So different, from the brilliant blue sky

Above the bright yellow marigolds

That smiles at you mysteriously.

 

But there was this magical faith which

Surpassed any fear that tried

To touch her…

Defying expectations,

She moved mountains.

 

I wish i could be that brave.

 

 

Copyright, SnehalRawal2015.

Live Inspired.

You will one day experience joy that matches this pain. You will cry euphoric tears at the Beach Boys, you will stare down at a baby’s face as she lies asleep in your lap, you will make great friends, you will eat delicious foods you haven’t tried yet, you will be able to look at a view from a high place and not assess the likelihood of dying from falling. There are books you haven’t read yet that will enrich you, films you will watch while eating extra-large buckets of popcorn, and you will dance and laugh and have sex and go for runs by the river and have late-night conversations and laugh until it hurts. Life is waiting for you. You might be stuck here for a while, but the world isn’t going anywhere. Hang on in there if you can. Life is always worth it.

And Then, There’s Me.

You miss being happy, sometimes.

Like the Christmas morning.Like that little girl who believed in fairies.Like meeting someone, long forgotten.Like warming your palm on a cup of coffee. Like pouring your heart out while baking a mean chocolate cake. Like the moment when you fall asleep.Like pretending to have a goal in life.Like getting awarded. Like watching others play Spin The Bottle.Like getting a tattoo done.Like learning French. Like eating vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce.Like listening to music on trains. Like walking on chilly winter mornings, with nowhere to be.Like an uncontested love for Orange Soda.Like the noise of rain on an umbrella. Like being a 20-something with big, big dreams. Like waiting, not knowing what for, but just waiting.

In helping others you make a cruel sacrifice without even realizing it. You give away a part of yourself that you need the most: Love.

Copyright, Snehal Rawal.

#Some Girl

She sat all by herself on the verandah of her house, from where the entire narrow lane was in view. As the moon was glowing above, accompanied by the stars, the lane below was empty and dark. Except for one lamp where the lane bent and formed a curve. It kept flickering; and the only noise that could be heard was the barking of a dog somewhere and the grand father clock ticking away in the room inside.

She sat there barefoot on the stone slab, dreaming….for she never belonged here. Never liked the environment. Never truly felt happy. Never really enjoyed watching her life stagnate to the point where it was so difficult to move ahead. Never felt that she could live here, in this place for the rest of her life.She had given everything.

She belonged to the far off places where dreams had a possibility to survive. This city sort of pulled her back, every time she took a step forward. There was a dying need to escape. To travel. To never truly belong. To live, and not merely survive. To be free.

Possible?

Copy wright, Snehal Rawal.