Step in your shoes, again.

                     And when you feel trapped in the cage of insecurity. When you question your being. When you feel you are drifting aimless and you feel yourself wanting to start again. When you are sorry because you are you. When you wish to be someone else.
                    Stop. Step aside from the pandemonium. And look back. Replay the sound of your best friend's laughter when you acted funny. Revisit the time when your little brother looked at you in wonder and thought of you as the world when he rode double seat on your bike. The faith reflecting in his eyes as you swore that you would never drop him. Think of something as little as an A+ in a simple math test. Hear the beating of your lover's heart as you hugged them. Every beat informing you of the warmth in your embrace. Smile as you remember the admiration in your mother's eyes when you first cooked, however bad it was. Feel the pat on your back from dad when your head hung low in shame when you lost a football game. Smile at how strong you have become after your heart first broke in pain. Remember how you cried when a gas balloon escaped ? Remember how you cried when you lost a friend to misunderstanding? Look back and see how things have changed over time and how they seem just the same when you look at mere yesterday. 
                    Now step back. You see how every event has left imprints in your life? Do you see how you needed all that to be you? And maybe you need this insecurity that you feel to be a better you. Embrace the comfort that comes with being you. Know how much your people need you. Know how much you need you. And now thank yourself for being you. 

A Meadow of Life,Just for You.

                         And sometimes you need those nights on the terrace,looking out for constellations,secretly hoping for a glimpse of a wisp of the milky way streaking your blacks with sparkles. You need those walks in fields of yellow,grasses caressing your skin,with the dream to keep walking till you reach the mountains afar. You need the shut downs of the invasions of science into nature,to swing your legs through the grills,playing an antakshari of loopholes and laughter. You need the Sunday morning cricket game,when none of you can even hold a bat,jumping in joy at a lucky shot. You need the swings in the deserted garden, believing your feet will touch the fluffiness of the clouds. You need the dream,unconscious and secretive,the knowing that only your sleep granted you the luxury of its sweetness. You need that cold shower on a hot morning,breathing in the scent of summer floating on the air,every nerve singing with the thrill of being alive. You need the quiet of a place of worship,even when you are an atheist,for the serenity of no judgement. Not just need,you DESERVE it. Don't let yourself dust like the delicate crockery in the glass shelves. Let yourself out,let your soul breathe in what is pure energy. Live,because that's what you are here for.
                  

Okay: The finale.

Okay is mine. Okay is yours. Okay is ours. 

Okay is the measure of okayness you have, the okayness you can offer to the world, the okayness you save for yourself. When you want to lose your okay. When you crave for your okay. 

Okay is being lost in echoes at the top of a cliff. Okay is falling in love with a fictional character. Okay is being at loss of words. Okay is the blurring of time when you are with the people you love. Okay is looking back and thinking about what-ifs. Okay is just the flash of hurt when a joke hurts.Okay is making a complete fool of yourself in public. Okay is not understanding something and feeling dumb.Okay is the jealousy at seeing your best friend getting close to someone else. 

But you know what else okay is? Okay is also low self-esteem. Okay is insanity because you know you are okay. Okay is not wanting to be okay. Okay is wanting the fullness of someone else's okay.Okay is pretending to be okay. Okay is the biggest lie in order to hide the biggest truth. " I'm okay." Okay is assurance of being okay at the end of the day. Okay is the pounding of your heart at the beginning of the day. Okay forgiving but not forgetting.

Okay is survival. Okay is hope for survival. Okay is the fight for survival. Okay is fearing death because you want to live to see the completeness of okay. The okay within you is the power you possess, the power that may not heal wounds but sure dresses them. The power that may not wipe away tears but will draw strength from them. 

The power to be okay and make it okay, the power to lend okayness even when you don't have much left yourself. Okay?

The Okay Symphonies

It is Okay,you see? Okay to paint your room all wrong. Okay to cry at birthdays and sing at funerals. The okay of a bitter coffee of a frosty morning,that you want,but also don't. Okay to fall to dust and re-emerge. Okay to go through a rough patch and blame it on your lucky charm wearing off. That okay,of the promise to come back when you are going to war,and the world is off its axis. Okay to be scared of monsters under your bed,even when you are running 18. Okay to secretly eat up all the cake in the fridge. Because if human is not okay,what will be? The next time you spill tea on that freshly launderied shirt,tell yourself it is okay. The next time someone someones makes you feel insecure,smile and reassure yourself that it is okay. Because even though that place is not what you'd call super,it is an okay,right? Okay to die slowly,day by day,year by year.Because you also LIVE slowly. This okay,it is too much to swallow,but too delightful not to. Just be that okay. For me. For you. Okay?

The okay.

The okay is us- a star not phenomenally bright to light up an entire universe but enough to give warm reassurance to a little matchgirl dying of cold. The okay is us when we are the treasure at the end of a rainbow- its presence a strong belief to a child and just a long-lost memory to an adult. 
        The okay is the first day at a new place when you look for a familiar face. The okay is the not-so-perfect picture, but the love for the ones in it. Okay is trying even when you want to give up. It is okay to cry, okay to love someone you can never have, okay to let go of dreams, okay to run into people you never want to meet. Okay to lie, okay to kill time with a best friend, okay to be weird, okay to not figure out love.          
        It is okay to walk a path that takes you nowhere. Okay to seek destiny. Okay to respire and not breathe. Okay to let opportunities slip through like sand. Okay to let your tears erase you for a while. Okay to sleep with your eyes wide open. Okay to rebel. Okay to feel faithless. Okay to fall apart. Okay to love people and let them know. Okay to have regrets. Okay to apologise in advance. Okay to be a reason for someone's pain. Okay to blame. Okay to take blame. It is okay to be a little less 'them' and a little more 'you'.