Poetry of life, Heal yourself ✔

Wounded Rain

If it is taken for granted
If it is a crime
I'm a criminal too
Who later became a fool.
If it triggers
If it hurts
I'm a victim too.
What am I then?

Cruel Criminal or a Vulnerable Victim?
They asked.
I said,
Both, what really am?
Or maybe more than that.
Will it ever became a priority?
No it won't, will it?
Because it was always been an option
A mere option.

People felt satisfied
From breaking costly things.
You know those vids right?
But little
Did they consider
Love as a thing?
If love is taken for granted
I'm a criminal too
If giving love is a crime
The society is unfair.

No wonder
That people mistaken
Love as desire.
Its not a fault
To have desire, to have physical connection
But I felt it wrong
When people justified their
Desire as love.
Love can not be expressed just with physical affection.
Its more than that.

The moment
When you understand your partner soulfully
The moment
When your existence itself brings your partner warmness
The moment
When you become their home; their safe place
The moment
When you comfort them with every possible way
Are the moments
Which describes the the love.
These moments are carved as definition of love.
Carved in my mind
Buried in my soul
In the form of mere expectations
In the form of mere thoughts.
Will it become real?

Not only in my life.
When people are going to understand
That they have emotions?
Love isn't lust.
Lust is something involved with desire.
Love isn't ludus.
Ludus is something involved with playful love.
Maybe
No one desired to know the real meaning of love
Which still remained pure.
Still
Love remained as an option
You won't understand will you?

In the human society,
I'm a criminal,
But I'm a wounded being too.
People threw light on my faults
Which was never big
Still, the faults are hammered in my mind as crimes.
Circumstances caused it maybe.
But I never dared to justify my fault
I did accept
I did change
Yet I miss the oldself
Which was pure,
Pure as love.

Things I did in the past
Were caused by my own.
Wrongs were highlighted
I did change
But the thing is
I was never clever enough
To realize that people took advantage of me
Which I considered as my fault
Which I considered as my crime.
But I changed
My oldself is hidden deep down
And still in my consciousness
I remained as a criminal.

Soon enough
I realized, I'm mostly a victim.
What did I say?
Yea, wounded victim, I said.
But what people said were said.
Did they regret?
Did they realize their crime?
Did they realize they are the real cruel criminals?
Nah

How would they?
Humanity died in them,
Dusted off from them,
Contaminated with the thin air from them.
Probably
Their circumstances made them as criminal
Then
Why can't I change them? Atleast a try?
I know its gonna take all my life
I know its gonna break me here and there
But did I care?
No, all I'm caring for
Is the well being of others.

But still I knew
I can not please everyone.
But the stubborn soul of mine
Never back offed from hurting itself.
Soon it did learn its lesson.
But still,
In some of it,
There's Humanity alive.
That's all matter right now.
Because soon enough,
I started to realize the condition of the world.
Its helplessly hard to change everyone
But still
I'm gonna take care of them
Who would cooperate with me.

...

Broken side of mine
Is left unchecked.
But does that even matter?
Cause people just
Dumped me in the darkness
When I needed them the most.
Left me
Without considering my Wounds & Scars.
Crumpled trust is left in my broken side.
I'm afraid that this side might obtain
My positive side.

People threw stones on a lake
Thinking that it won't affect.
The stone just dissolved in it.
But do you know
How deep that stone can go?
How deep the words can hurt?

-Rain

~Rain is a friend of mine
So please respect her thoughts~