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“How much of the world would you have possibly seen?” he asked the 19 year old.
Her gaze unflinching, her face cold and straight.
“Enough to have my heart opened to pain, enough to have it shut forever,” she replied.
There was more to her than a number, he realised.
She had stories to tell.
And stories could move mountains.

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Gentle Lullabies

She was not safe then,
She was not safe now
Curled up in his arms, warm.
Passing through avenues,
Moving into the wilderness.
She was at peace with herself,
Whispering sweet nothings to the moon,
As it whispered back, gentle lullabies
The wind rippled through her hair,
The dust on her cheeks more so evident
There was nothing as gentle as the lines drawn on her forehead,
nothing as strong as the calmness in her breath
She was the dream he had never hoped to wake up from,
while reality lay asleep in his arms.
And they passed through long roads, holding each other tight.

-Sarah Thomas

An excerpt from my book, ‘Cells and Constellations’

I will be releasing my #book ‘Cells and Constellations’ around the same time next year. It is a compilation of #poems, trying to explore the complexity and simplicity of #love and life. How everything we do and experience stems just from two innate drives, the vigour to #live and the spirit to love. I will be putting up excerpts every now and then and would love to hear what you think.

Why do we weep?

Why do we weep?
Why do we weep, for those we know don’t care?
Why do we weep, searching for solace in the darkness?

Searching for warmth, in the coldest of places.
Why do we hold on to false images?
Knowing truly there is no reality in all that we believe,
Why do we turn a blind eye to all that we clearly perceive.

Is the heart so obsessed with the world,
That it knows not what’s best for itself.
Does it not know, that the one that really needs it’s love, is itself.

Why do weep, for all that’s around,
when the only drops of tears should be shed for the weeping heart.
In despair and angst, turning it’s back on reality,
slowly drifting apart.

Learning of it’s insecurities, beating heavily,
reminding itself of it’s vulnerabilities.
Why do we weep, for those that least deserve such fierce emotions?
Those who learn to cut deep and walk away,
To mean things they never say.

Love, with all that you have.
Fall hard, fall for reality, fall for vulnerability,
Fall for insecurities, fall for scraped knees, and bleeding hearts.
Fall hard for all that you can touch and see,
and all that will leave more than scars on your identity.

Why do we weep?
Holding so much passion, love and anger,
feeling success and defeat, joy and sorrow.
Today may be over, but there’s always a fresh start.
We are all promised a tomorrow.

~ Sarah Thomas

Wars

I get the smell of gun powder in my house,
the miasma smothering me.
Blasting bombs and terrified screams,
I hear them all.

Stifled by guns, held at close proximity.
There is a war in my closet and I cannot pretend to be blind.
For battles begin in the mind.
And mortal souls merely bear the consequences of lost ideologies.
Too strong, too bold for the weak and the feeble.
Yet we are blinded and defeated by the shine of their sigil.

How long more do we keep mum and look on with faux ignorance?
Has the violence and terror debauched our very conscience?

-Sarah Thomas

Picture credits: @iotaimagery

Touching poem on Terrorism!

They are shedding tears, but I won’t write to wipe them,

Let the tears be your strength and I will write to fight them.

They lost their loved ones, but I won’t write to sympathise them,

Let the hatred be always in your eyes and I will write to incise them.

Fab Writings

They are shedding tears, but I won’t write to wipe them,

They lost their loved ones, but I won’t write to sympathise them.

They are threatened, but I won’t write to warm them,

They are horrified, but I won’t write to calm them.

Lives were washed away, under the sheets of bullets,

They pulled the trigger and terrorized them to the fullest.

Horrific wounds are buried under thick smoke of bomb,

while we just raise our voices on facebook dot com.

Furiously, the families were torn apart,

And a child asked them, “Don’t you have a Heart?”.

The world also cried, when flag of inhumanity was waved,

When the harmony of world and the peace were enslaved.

Death parcels fell from sky like present,

They killed innocents, “was this your intent?”.

To shoot his Dad, he was the one appointed,

While on other side, his mother was gunpointed.

This is…

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That Friday

I woke up from a deep sleep,
wiping the sand from my eyes.
Looking at signals going red and traffic halts.

The sky was dull, as though bearing in a tale.
Such a common sight for a peak hour Friday evening.
But it looked all so unfamiliar.

I did not belong here.
For the first time I felt like an alien in a strange city.
My mind belonged to the wild,
my heart to the sea.
Bearing tides and beasts within me.

-Sarah Thomas

WHAT ARE WE?

We are the storms we face,
the tumultuous times we overcome.
We are the late night insecurities,
the characters on the outside that bring out the worst of us on the inside.
Curled up on the floor,
weeping at sunset, braving our demons while we fight with ourselves, not
knowing where evil really is.
Yet we are the ones, dancing after sunrise,
touched by the angels in the rays.
We are all that we hide from ourselves and the world,
the grey that we cover with tainted filters.
Projecting an array of colour and vivid hues.
We are what’s on the inside, cold and sore.

– Sarah Thomas

Strange Paradoxes

Human beings are strange creatures,
we smile in pain and cry when in joy.
We try to fill holes that people have left us with,
with excuses and hopes
not knowing some gaps are meant to be.
We try to live and love but end up,
merely existing…

~SARAH THOMAS

WHY THE MIRROR HURT HER

 

She looked at herself in the mirror,
Cursing her flaws, the freckles on her face,
“I should have been lighter,” she thinks,
Only imagining the cover girl, she idealises within.

She touches her plump, curvaceous body,
Sucks in her perfect little tummy,
runs her hands down her hips,
tries to pose sexy, with a pout on her lips.

Her stretch marks showing,
Her hair is all curly, messed up in a bun
She looks no less than a super model
But just not the girl she dreams of, not that one.

“More carrot juice,” she says out loud.
Yoga and exercise will do the trick.
I will fit in my skinny jeans, short skirts and fancy dress
And oh gosh! my hair! I hate this mess!

45 minutes have passed
She comments on all the ordinary,
the cellulite, the love handles, dark circles, pointy nose
She smiles one last time and is disappointed at the way her gum shows.

Trying to love the little she can,
examining her bare body, unable to understand.
She picks up the magazine,
The perfect image of her on that cover page
Yet not one single aspect with which she can relate.

What is real, she thinks to herself,
The blush, the long lashes or the fair skin,
The image the world has built for her
Or what she really feels within?

Is she the beauty on that cover page,
The work of make up artists, photographers and talented photoshop skills,
Or is she the woman in the mirror
Trying hard to love herself, love herself, just a little!

Why doesn’t she see the truth,
perfect is perfect only when it’s you!
The wrongs, the rights, the fat and the freckles,
The unique smile, it’s all you, and that’s all that’s true!

The way you dance without a care in the world,
The way you smile at those in need,
Screaming out loud
You need no approval,
For loving all, all that is real.

Being fair, being tall, being thin
It’s not what beauty is made of
Beauty is, what lies within.

This poem is dedicated to every person who at some point has felt insecure, felt not being good enough, or has felt ugly. The media, the beauty industry is selling us a standard of beauty that does not exist, there is no perfect! The epitome of beauty that is shown to us, is only so that we learn to hate ourselves, to find faults so that we resort to their products to reach that standard. In the mad rush to gain more consumers they are selling a fantasy world to us, a world that never existed and will never exist. What exists is you, flesh and bones, happiness and sorrow, love and hate, a package of emotions and expressions, this is what  beauty is made of and nothing else!

Everyday I see women doing so much just to lose weight, to look good. I mean there is no harm in wanting to be fit but there is a huge problem if you wish to get there by comparing yourself with something that does not exist and criticise your body. It also makes a person judgemental about another person’s body. It’s a vicious cycle and now someone else has become prey to this flawed standard of beauty. Learn to love yourself and live with it. Only when you accept it and have the courage to live your life loud and clear, wear the clothes you want to wear irrespective of your size, feel free about your body, many others will too. Each day several people we come in contact with, draw inspiration from us and ape our behaviour unknowingly. Lets make them copy something worthwhile!

Its a chain reaction, when someone sees you so comfortable in your skin, wearing whatever the hell you want and living life free, they’re going to want to do the same. Freedom is within and so is beauty!