I Knew…

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I knew,

You were the one

From your faint smile.

I knew,

From the very tiny crack

On the left side of your spectacle frame;

Which no one else could see but me-

It’s you.

The awkward ‘step-cut’ hairstyle:

From the back,

I knew,

It’s you.

Your manly voice that startles me every time you speak

I can say, even without looking up from my Chemistry notebook

It’s you.

I knew,

9th standard Arithmetic won’t get into my head,

So instead: I chose to stare at you;

Like I stare at the full Moon-full of craters, yet so calm, so bright, against the dark sky.

And guess what? I got an A!

I knew,

I had the best intuitions;

My girlfriends commented-“Even Holmes would fail”.

I knew,

Every time my heart skipped a beat,

It was because you were coming towards me, with your History book, to clarify a doubt:

Yeah, I knew

My childhood game of instincts fared well.

Dare I Hope? – Poem by Sophia White

Dare I Hope?

 

Dare I hope to hope? 
Is it safe? Is it right? 
Am I hoping for nothing
But a black and empty night? 

Hope should make me happy.
I should laugh, sing, and dance
Because I am hoping. Right? 
Ha! Not a chance.

How is it that hope can leave me
Trembling in the darkness? 
How is it that something so “good”
Should leave me feeling helpless? 

Dare I hope to hope? 
What difference does it make? 
Fate will be fate in the end, 
It will either “make or break.”

Does Fate regard my hope? 
Does She listen? Or care? 
Am I shooting for a star that
Simply isn’t there? 

I cannot know! Oh, God
Why must I struggle with 
This doubt that pulls at me
Rends me, limb from limb? 

What sort of hope leaves pain
Where it should instead leave joy? 
Is this hope at all? Or perhaps
Some wicked demon’s ploy? 

I cannot know! Dear heaven! 
How can I even begin to dare
To hope for something – anything? 
Is no assurance there? 

No promise? No guarantee? 
I cannot stand it! I cannot! 
The doubt is a plague
In my every thought.

Dare I hope to hope
In a hope that leaves me dry
And lost? How can I dare
To hope in hope? How can I? 

by:Sophia White

Permission to change

We have a world of different cultures, different religions.

Different practices, different languages spread across different regions.

Different colours, different races and so very different traditions.

Different expectations, different aims, different goals and different ambitions.

 

However, in all these differences, we can see some common threads weaving through.

The way people treat themselves,  what they think should be their just due.

The high standards that they set for themselves as someone they should look up to.

Don’t stand up for their rights or for what they deserve – they just simply make do.

 

This seems especially true of women though there are a few men out there as well.

Who seem to think that they are less privileged, hiding their worth beneath a shell.

They beat themselves up for nothing, show no grace towards themselves.

Do not protest when others walk all over them, beat them up, shout, scream or yell.

 

I am sure you all must have met such people, they transcend all boundaries.

Maybe you would find one if you look in the mirror, this group goes beyond countries.

Sometimes they recognise that they have this issue, this tendency to show deficiency.

Don’t know what to do, want to change but don’t know how – things are so hazy.

 

There is this one way out that we can adopt – treat ourselves as we treat others.

Treat ourselves with the grace and forgiveness that on others we shower.

Think and accept that we are as valuable as anyone else, we are one of the wonders.

Start the process right away as we are not going to get any younger.

 

This is not to say that we degrade the standards that we have set for us.

Just that we permit ourselves to accept ourselves if we fail or miss the bus.

Give ourselves credit for trying, so we can devise a new plan to get out of the rut.

Underscore the minuses a little bit and focus a lot on even the small plus.

 

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