My Bow and Arrows

If it ever crossed your mind to come to me with a flower in your hand, I advise you not to, it doesn’t matter for what purpose you intend to come, good or bad but don’t. For I have built a bow and many arrows, once you appear I will draw the bow’s string to the back with all my strength and let the arrow  go at your direction, so don’t come. 

Even though shooting you with the arrows was the sole purpose that drove me to build the bow and be an archer but, I have realized my spirit is wandering into a tougher journey that requires me to fight the good fight, and I will need the arrows, so don’t come.

“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.” ― Rumi

Me and the Wind

As I stand on the highest point of the mountain, hoping this time when the wind blows my heart will know it is as free as the wind.

I remember, when the wind used to blow fearlessly, laughing loudly, sweeping all that was around. After dispersing my hair to all directions, then it used to walk past me and turn around with a sneer, telling me I am not free, and how wasted I am for not being free, I carried extreme feelings of  jealousy, for I could feel how free the wind was and how rigid and chained my spirit was, how thirsty this spirit was  to blow around just like the wind, at those moments I hated the wind, but its strength and confidence used to leave me speechless with few tear drops over my cheeks, when the wind knew how jealous I was , it would blow harder, stronger, and more beautifully. I envied it as much as I admired it.

Now I am here, come and blow like you always do, come I am here waiting for you on the peak, I can compete you.  Come .... I have learned your secrets.

" How can there be so much sadness in the eyes and so much happiness in the heart! I may not know much about this world, but this is how victory must taste like.." #MyPhilisophy