Strong people

 



There is something beautiful about strong people, Something extraordinary in those ordinary ones, 

The calm ones- those who absorbs everything like a root,

They are both inwardly and outwardly beautiful, 

When life throws them tantrums they can seduce it too with their bold words and actions, pure intentions, 

There is something beautiful about them, 

Beauty in their resilience and beliefs- after what they have gone through nothing can crush them, 

They have outgrown the need of approvals and fake validations, pretence of comfort and connection,

Something is very soothing about them- 

After all the storms and blues- they still fiercely can love and protect their values,

Stand for those whom they love and care for, 

Isn't it lucky to be in their good books?! 

They would stand for you when no one else will, 

They would believe in you when no one does, 

They will encourage you when worries would engulf you, Lighten up you in your dark period,

They would be a shield against all the odds for you, 

They would stand by you just like an affectionate shadow- working behind you for you,

They would say lovable words for you even when you aren’t there, 

They would calm you when rage races in your veins just before the outburst you are going to have,

They would love you entirely accepting all your strengths and flaws,

They would see you through in all your highs and lows- Just as moon reflects in the clear lake,

Their trust wouldn’t be shaken as it is rooted below, underneath the cautious image you outwardly show,

They will understand you even when you do not understand yourself though, 

They would showcase silent support even if you deny or don't want to see it through, 

They are the light workers in your life who fought with their own shadows, 

Defeated their lust, ego, greed and vileness just to be able to love consciously and surrender into the beauty of deep introspection and understanding - only for standing tall amidst all rocks, just to convey their warmth when all the leafs leaves their branches in fall, 

Their downfall is just another expedition for growth- deep rooted and self-aware, 

Making them even more graceful. 


©® Farheen 

Morning before office, 6:27 am, 

Mirpur Cantonment. 


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