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Dhaye Margaux May 2014
INSECURITY (Ghazal)
Dhaye Margaux
May 2014
Oh, woman, dear, don’t be so insecure;
You’re only hurting yourself when you are insecure.
Look at the mirror and see how beautiful you are,
You don’t need to feel bad and to be insecure.
When you see others smile and happy in their lives,
Can’t you just smile for them and not feel insecure?
When someone deserves a prize, an award for his deed,
Would you aim to claim it because you’re insecure?
When someone stands now in a place where you dream,
Would you pull him down there when you feel insure?
When someone’s being praised for an excellent work,
Would you make some sour grapes- deeds of an insecure?
Yes, you are stealing a moment of your own joy,
Every moment that you’re jealous and you feel insecure.
You’re only hurting yourself when you are insecure.
Look at the mirror and see how beautiful you are,
You don’t need to feel bad and to be insecure.
When you see others smile and happy in their lives,
Can’t you just smile for them and not feel insecure?
When someone deserves a prize, an award for his deed,
Would you aim to claim it because you’re insecure?
When someone stands now in a place where you dream,
Would you pull him down there when you feel insure?
When someone’s being praised for an excellent work,
Would you make some sour grapes- deeds of an insecure?
Yes, you are stealing a moment of your own joy,
Every moment that you’re jealous and you feel insecure.
Ghazal
A Ghazal is a poem that is made up like an odd numbered chain of couplets, where each couplet is an independent poem. It should be natural to put a comma at the end of the first line. The Ghazal has a refrain of one to three words that repeat, and an inline rhyme that preceedes the refrain. Lines 1 and 2, then every second line, has this refrain and inline rhyme, and the last couplet should refer to the authors pen-name... The rhyming scheme is AA bA cA dA eA etc.
Credits to: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/ghazal.html
A Ghazal is a poem that is made up like an odd numbered chain of couplets, where each couplet is an independent poem. It should be natural to put a comma at the end of the first line. The Ghazal has a refrain of one to three words that repeat, and an inline rhyme that preceedes the refrain. Lines 1 and 2, then every second line, has this refrain and inline rhyme, and the last couplet should refer to the authors pen-name... The rhyming scheme is AA bA cA dA eA etc.
Credits to: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/ghazal.html
Romali Arora May 2015
Yes! I'm insecure
Romali Arora
May 2015
Yes! I'm insecure
Coz I know what it is
to have loved and lost
When you give your everything
and you are left with nothing
Yes! I'm insecure
Coz I know what it is
When you give your best
and it isn't yet enough
Yes! I'm insecure
Coz I know what it is
When your all day conversations
turn to formal hi's and hellos
Yes! I'm insecure
Coz I know what it is
To see it slipping away
When everything perfect
turns astray
Yes! I'm insecure
not coz of lack of trust
But coz I know
it doesn't take time
for love to turn dust
Yes! I'm insecure
But you should be glad
Coz when I stop
It'll make you mad
And when you begin to get insecure
You'll know what it is
To love, to hold
And to know when to let go....
Coz I know what it is
to have loved and lost
When you give your everything
and you are left with nothing
Yes! I'm insecure
Coz I know what it is
When you give your best
and it isn't yet enough
Yes! I'm insecure
Coz I know what it is
When your all day conversations
turn to formal hi's and hellos
Yes! I'm insecure
Coz I know what it is
To see it slipping away
When everything perfect
turns astray
Yes! I'm insecure
not coz of lack of trust
But coz I know
it doesn't take time
for love to turn dust
Yes! I'm insecure
But you should be glad
Coz when I stop
It'll make you mad
And when you begin to get insecure
You'll know what it is
To love, to hold
And to know when to let go....
It isn't unusual for people to get insecure in relationships! Here's a reason why we girls can be proud of being insecure, not coz we don't trust guys, but coz we love you way too much to lose you! So everyone out there who's in a relationship, you should be glad that your partner is insecure about losing you!
Realeboga M Mar 2016
Insecurity
Realeboga M
Mar 2016
"Insecurities are the worst demons to live with", she stands at the podium.
"Can anyone tell me what insecurities are?", she stares in front, looking at the ten students who were presumed to be messed up by the school board.
A boy with a blue hoodie raises his hand.
"Insecurities are our fears of our fears coming true, it's the absence of feeling safe or secure. Which leads to an emotional turmoil of trying to fix them. To ignore them but ultimately they end up taking us", he speaks confidently as his head is bowed.
"Have you had your fair share of insecurities? ", the girl walks up to him and crouches. She notices the exhaustion in his demeanour, the pain, hidden secrets. And death in his green eyes.
He stares at her brown eyes, filled with sincerity and concern along with a dose of hope. She finally found them.
"Haven't we all?", a girl with grey blonde hair speaks up.
Heads turn and look into her direction.
She plays with the hem of her shirt,
"We started off carefree. Young and willing to explore, we meet people who change our lives who make worthwhile but then others. I don't know about them but they take parts of us and play with them, they toy around with them and then drop us. Like old unwanted toys. We begin to wonder, question our hearts, search our minds trying to figure out where we went wrong and that hurts. We then build unnecessary yet necessary theories as they begin to make sense. That's when they lurk in. That's how we get them", her voice shakes
The boy with the hoodie sighs, "And to think that's only the first part of them", he looks at the lady and croaks his head, "Studies show that we can get rid of these insecurities but I don't know. I've tried all these measures all the ways of getting rid of them but they don't ever leave. They stay, they don't even lurk in. Shucks depression is nicer than being insecure. Depression leaves for a while. But this", he shakes his head and massages his temples.
The lady walks up to the podium and sighs, "Being insecure is a painful thing to experience because with insecurities comes more demons willing to take advantages of you, willing to destroy you trust me I know"
A girl with glasses begins to laugh, "Everyone here knows that Miss, we're all insecure, this could be in terms of our grades, our love lives, our family, our lifestyle, our sexuality, we are all insecure. But the question here is how do we get rid of them? How do we feel normal? How do we get rid of this insane feeling, the hostility we feel from our own selves. How!?" She pushes her glasses.
The lady sighs once again, staring at the girl. She closes her eyes, "I don't know. I believe there's no way out with insecurities. They manifest inside us, they evolve and they become stronger. All I do is face them head first. I stopped thinking and accepted them. I am insecure and I am learning to accept that I am not perfect"
"Do you think that's the answer Miss", the boy with a red bandana scratched his head.
"Acceptance?" His voice heavy with a British accent.
"You said you learned to accept your imperfections and here you are now. Talking to us about our issues. Does this mean you're no longer insecure?" He furrowed his eyebrows.
"Does this mean there's hope for us?" He smiled exposing his pearly whites.
The lady sighed, pondering on how to answer that.
" I don't think that's what she meant", the boy with the hoodie speaks up.
"What she means is that once we learn to accept them like she did. We can learn to move on. To live with them. And truth is they won't hurt us as much as they do now. I mean we know we're not perfect and its okay. It's about acceptance and appreciation of our scars"
"Can anyone tell me what insecurities are?", she stares in front, looking at the ten students who were presumed to be messed up by the school board.
A boy with a blue hoodie raises his hand.
"Insecurities are our fears of our fears coming true, it's the absence of feeling safe or secure. Which leads to an emotional turmoil of trying to fix them. To ignore them but ultimately they end up taking us", he speaks confidently as his head is bowed.
"Have you had your fair share of insecurities? ", the girl walks up to him and crouches. She notices the exhaustion in his demeanour, the pain, hidden secrets. And death in his green eyes.
He stares at her brown eyes, filled with sincerity and concern along with a dose of hope. She finally found them.
"Haven't we all?", a girl with grey blonde hair speaks up.
Heads turn and look into her direction.
She plays with the hem of her shirt,
"We started off carefree. Young and willing to explore, we meet people who change our lives who make worthwhile but then others. I don't know about them but they take parts of us and play with them, they toy around with them and then drop us. Like old unwanted toys. We begin to wonder, question our hearts, search our minds trying to figure out where we went wrong and that hurts. We then build unnecessary yet necessary theories as they begin to make sense. That's when they lurk in. That's how we get them", her voice shakes
The boy with the hoodie sighs, "And to think that's only the first part of them", he looks at the lady and croaks his head, "Studies show that we can get rid of these insecurities but I don't know. I've tried all these measures all the ways of getting rid of them but they don't ever leave. They stay, they don't even lurk in. Shucks depression is nicer than being insecure. Depression leaves for a while. But this", he shakes his head and massages his temples.
The lady walks up to the podium and sighs, "Being insecure is a painful thing to experience because with insecurities comes more demons willing to take advantages of you, willing to destroy you trust me I know"
A girl with glasses begins to laugh, "Everyone here knows that Miss, we're all insecure, this could be in terms of our grades, our love lives, our family, our lifestyle, our sexuality, we are all insecure. But the question here is how do we get rid of them? How do we feel normal? How do we get rid of this insane feeling, the hostility we feel from our own selves. How!?" She pushes her glasses.
The lady sighs once again, staring at the girl. She closes her eyes, "I don't know. I believe there's no way out with insecurities. They manifest inside us, they evolve and they become stronger. All I do is face them head first. I stopped thinking and accepted them. I am insecure and I am learning to accept that I am not perfect"
"Do you think that's the answer Miss", the boy with a red bandana scratched his head.
"Acceptance?" His voice heavy with a British accent.
"You said you learned to accept your imperfections and here you are now. Talking to us about our issues. Does this mean you're no longer insecure?" He furrowed his eyebrows.
"Does this mean there's hope for us?" He smiled exposing his pearly whites.
The lady sighed, pondering on how to answer that.
" I don't think that's what she meant", the boy with the hoodie speaks up.
"What she means is that once we learn to accept them like she did. We can learn to move on. To live with them. And truth is they won't hurt us as much as they do now. I mean we know we're not perfect and its okay. It's about acceptance and appreciation of our scars"