fortheSoul

  PC: Erkin Yılmaz When times were tough, I always stood waiting for it to pass. Through all storms I prayed for the light to come, for the rain to go away. So did I pray when there was pain, for the suffering to end, for the misery to end. I wished no harm, but just prayed for it to pass, for light to shine and for the ache to end. It took a while, but each time it did end, in its own form and time, but it did end. Once the calm was back, once the suffering had ended, I felt empty for a while. It was definitely what I prayed for, but the light also brought along the silence. It felt different, it felt strange to feel light and also to deal with freedom. I prayed for her pain to go away, I wished for her nights to be peaceful, I wished for her to smile again. Oh! I just for my grandma to feel whole again. Today, I see her chair empty, my heart aches to see this emptiness. It’s a big puzzle, my mind doesn’t know how to process this absence, but then again, the ...

  The Wildflower and the Butterfly. Picture Cr: Google images   In the middle of nowhere, in the chaos of life and amidst all the so many other things I found you, my oasis. You were my oasis in this big world, a safe haven, my abode, my grandma. I believe we were destined to find our way to each other at a point where silently our worlds started getting isolated. We were not lonely, but we started to feel unrelatable to others, with our own fights, our own battles in that moment, no matter how big or small they seem today, those battles meant a lot then. We grew closer naturally and I think that gave us strength to face our battles head on. Your wisdom and my youth are what we lent each other, that was our barter to rely on each other through days or nights that felt endless. We were surely under the same roof ever since I was born, but we were strangers until we did find each other.   You had this shield of strength around you that most couldn’t see th...

  Like a wall, you stood there strong and tall for me always. Like a tree, you gave me shelter and protection always. It is strange that none of us like to say it out loud, but dad you are the love of my life. In our silences, we have shown our love, in our smiles we have shown our joy. I’m grateful, there are bits of me that are like you, I’m grateful that in some ways I carry you. I am you, in ways I already know of and so many that I am not aware of, what a beautiful bond. Thank you, dad, for letting me tumble, letting me fall and letting me know that I need to carve my path with you alongside. P.C. Soosh You are my lighthouse dad, always standing tall and looking out for me, No matter how bad the storm is, no matter how strong the winds are, no matter what, you’ve been there. Words can’t describe what we share and what we’ve built, but all I can tell you today is: Let us share the love through our silences, let us show the care though our actions and now, ...

  There is a certain period of stillness that comes in life, this stillness comes around after it's all the happened . This stillness is what confuses you, makes you think whether you’ve done things right, or what went wrong, or could you have done something better and a zillion other things. To dream I believe is easy, at least for me it was and still is, dreaming is easy, dreaming is hopeful, dreaming is strength and it brings along a beautiful kind of grace around you . You glow differently. Once you have a dream, once you know what you are doing and slowly notice that you are moving towards your dream, the rest falls into place. There's no other way it could have happened for you, don’t forget you worked for it, every bit of it and yes, there has been this period of stillness that maybe was for too long and made you forget all about your hard work. But this still doesn’t scope out the fact that you, yes you did everything. It was you who put in the very last ounce ...

  At times when I am anxious, feeling jittery I think of you. I think of you, you who is not yet here, you who hasn’t yet walked into my life, and you who might not walk into my life, who knows. I’m not disheartened or upset by the fact, rather this thought is so powerful that I feel whole!   I think of you, you who I lean upon, you who I unconditionally love. On a hot summer day, you are like the cool breeze that hits me, brings me right back and makes me feel home. You are my shelter, even though I am my home. You are my pillar, whereas I am my foundation. How glued are we together, but still how beautifully can we drift!   I know in me is you, and that bit of you is what I’ll carry to my grave and beyond. To my grave and beyond, I promise shall you go with me, and so many more bits of you’ll.   Bits of the stranger who smiled at me that afternoon, the bits of my mother waking me up for school, the bits of my grandma plating the pudding fo...

Lying down under the majestic green soul,  gently being touched by the breeze and tickled by the grass beneath, I look above. I look above at the blue sky, peeping sunlight, passing clouds,  chirping birds and all the mesmerizing shades of life around me. The green of gardens, the blue of oceans, the yellow of sunlight,  the silver of clouds, the white of satin, the red of lips and the black,  the brown and the fair of skin.   Isn't it magical, maybe like a warm-ecstatic spell?   Does it not make you strive blissfully?  Does it not make you feel the beauty in variance?  Does it not make you dance with joy or fall in love? Shades are the glitter, the sparkle and the cherry to life.  Otherwise its all black and white, maybe grey! Look around, feel the vibrance, feel the smell, feel the touch,  feel the warmth, feel the love..  Embrace it all. Brown eyes or bruised eyes, red lips or torn lips..  A golden heart and the rainbow of l...

 I locked myself away from all the screens, all the music, all the support and light, I sat down in the quite corner in my home, in silence and stared at a photograph from my childhood. Time kept passing by, but I didn’t waiver, I kept on staring. Trying to remember each detail, trying to go back to the little me. I was trying so hard, and for so many times until now, that I really wanted for it to work this time.   I really wanted to remember each detail about the little me, about how she looked and smiled, Because I really wanted to be able to see her when I close my eyes. I wanted to be able to visualize her. I wanted to see her in front of me when I close my eyes.   And blessed was I, because that someday was today, yes, I succeeded, I met her, I could see her today. This tiny little human stood in front of me, smiling, unaware all the reality rushing towards her. Unaware of all the not so big things, that will take her away from all her little joys....