Fear is the outer layer
that sheath we cower under
hiding our scars
living half lives
afraid of anything
that comes too close..
sunlight
thorns
rain
laughter
pain
**
Afraid, we will lose our way
if we let go
of all that we know
and recognise
and cling to
**
We watch life
through half-shut windows
hoping life will knock
one day and say
“I am here..where are you?”
**
The knock doesn’t come though
because some doors must be opened
within..
certain sheaths must be discarded
and old scars must be made to face
sunlight
thorns
rain
laughter
pain
before they can fade.
**
And
healing,
living,
loving,
can begin
all over again.
**
Art by the author
Reema Moudgil has been writing for magazines and newspapers on art, cinema, issues, architecture and more since 1994, is an RJ, hosts a daily Ghazal show, runs unboxed writers, is the editor of Chicken Soup for The Indian Woman’s soul, the author of Perfect Eight (http://www.flipkart.com/perfect-eight-9380032870/p/itmdf87fpkhszfkb?pid=9789380032870&_l=A0vO9n9FWsBsMJKAKw47rw–&_r=dyRavyz2qKxOF7Yuc ) and an artist.
“We watch life
through half-shut windows
hoping life will knock
one day and say
“I am here..where are you?” ”
In morning we sing a song “mere ghar aana, aana zindgi” and in the evening when life knocks ur door n asks “may i come inside”, we put so many conditions, we tell life that I’m a person with values, i live with so many rules n resolutions. If they are acceptable to u then do come. And life doesn’t bother and simply passes these people by side looking for another door.