Smoke away

Light it up, purse your lips, inhale and see the nicotine lighten up your stress; smoke away the pain.

The history of cigarettes can be dated as old as time. Tobacco is a natural herb; a gift from the nature to the people. Another gift was fire- the one thing that revolutionised the use of tobacco. Rolling it in a paper with a butt was a brilliant yet a deadly combination. The idea of cigarettes spread like wildfire throughout and everyone adopted the same mannerism. Heavy advertisement was used to popularise the new ‘cool’ age invention. You smoke a cigarette? Great! You’re the most macho man on Earth.

Today, cigarette smoking is a little less cool but more like a habit. From children as young as 8 years old are smoking packs, for God knows what reasons. It doesn’t make you cool neither does it make a woman characterless (pun intended). The only thing it does is blacken your lungs and causes cancers. This is the fate of a smoker.

Cigarette smoking has been romanticised by the A list celebs, the alcoholics, the depressed, the media, the sitcoms. They do this but with a warning- what an irony!

Unrequited love

The tale of unrequited love is as old as time. It leaves a person exhausted yet it feels out of this world . The yearning is too great for human comprehension, on the other hand, the pain of reality acceptance hurts like a mofo. This is the face of unrequited love- the love that has caused the death of many souls (metaphorically).

Unrequited love maybe best defined as: one sided love. Every person may have experienced this in their lifetime. For me, my story of this longing had been twisted by assumptions and fears and desires that were left unfulfilled. The seeking desperations and the fulfilment of this void through people and people alone- the emotional trauma (the correct word to be used). It gave me a sense of elation yet I felt my bones crushing when reality hit me. I thought this was my fate. I took pleasure in tragedies and put myself as the miserable lover waiting for her beloved. I was fixated at one person. It was miserable for me, the coping mechanism I used, but I took pride in explaining it to everyone that it’s ‘unrequited love’. I was a fool. A fool that needed to be struck with enlightenment.

An Ode to my Lover

My hope is what I see in your face,

The first day I laid my eyes upon you, I made love with your soul,

You entranced me without saying anything

I was mesmerized with the way you interacted with the World

You were so naive yet so experienced in what you did

You touched my soul without a physical contact and my emotions sang

My Lover,

You made me dance in the silence of the nights,

You made me quiver with fear when there was nothing frightful in the other side of the end

You made me believe in Love and its true essence

But you made me realize that Love is a kaleidoscope of agony and misery

Beneath the hidden layers of my heart, my soul sings your Love songs

It hurts, but loving you is my Destiny.

Above all

Have you ever felt your lungs collapsing making it difficult for you to breathe? Have you ever felt your bones crushing and chills running down your spine? Have you ever felt the psychological pain evolving into physical pain? 

Pain and suffering is one hundred per cent real. It’s more like a significant part of your life that teaches you more than any teacher could. Yet, when we go through it, we become engraved with misery. There’s a state of mind within us that makes us forget to function. Life becomes a kaleidoscope of agony. 

What makes you stronger is however the RESILIENCE; the more of this ability in you, the better you cope up with the situations. Instead of looking at the heartache as “suffering” we should understand it as a lesson of a lifetime. An experience that nurtures your mind and soul. 

The moral we should be getting is: NOTHING STOPS. If that does not motivate you to get over with your hardships then I don’t know what will. Life is above this and if you will, these troubles will help you shape in a better human.