By Mallika Chandrasekhar
Stories can take us to places
we never thought we’d go
like the soft spot of a lover’s arms
sometimes we carry our stories
like badges won in times of a personal war
or on our shoulders like epaulettes
we convey so much of ourselves
not only in the stories we tell
but also in those we don’t
sometimes we bury our stories
like opprobrious secrets
unprepared to face the consequences
but our stories don’t die
just because we hide behind them
they will continue to breathe in
the history of who we may have once been
affecting the slow motion and movement of our bodies
gathering momentum when we create or break
relationships-meaningful or mundane
Sometimes stories remain on our lips
and when we turn to plant a kiss on our lover’s lips
the experiences and emotions tumble out
scrambling to be heard, to be felt, to be accepted
our untold stories remain in our muscles and cell membranes
memories that never fade
stories can free us or inextricably bind us
we need to use our words and our voice
to make our stories turn into wings
bright, beautiful, powerful pinions
our stories deserve the same accentuation
as we desire for ourselves
whether our stories reveal our strengths or stature
or they expose our flaws and faults
they will continue to run deep
influencing the way we perceive and are perceived
stories are the way lies become truth become fact
finally becoming imprints that stay
long after we’ve left the stage of life
so tell your stories, or don’t
they will continue to shape the way we live our lives.
By Mallika Chandrasekhar
You have the gift of weaving magic with words. Lovely !
Beautiful!
Nice!
Good narrative
Mallika you write with your soul ,god bless.