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“Filters” by Reha

I feel there’s too much of positivity and hope all around, especially in artists (others as well) and that is what blurs the lines of reality. Hope should be where it belongs, fact should be where reality belongs. The problem is we can’t tackle our own dilemmas and name it destiny, we don’t have the courage to follow our dreams and keep hoping they’ll become reality. Even in the worst situation we find positivity. Why? If something is negative take it as it is. If you don’t have courage accept it. And learn. 

Don’t paint everything in bright and beautiful colours when there is so much darkness around. Only when people learn to see and accept things “As It Is”, there’s a chance things will change. And this is something I hate about all these writers these days, who write these over pretentious positive quotes, heartbreaking love poems without ever having even felt the feeling. 

There is just so much hypocrisy around I don’t understand how can art even survive in such conditions. There was a time when great writers and artists created magic and today is a time when it has all boiled down to showing off something that you haven’t even felt yourself. Plagiarising classic art with a twist and calling yourself an artist, doesn’t make you one unless you feel it deep down inside. Art has literally become a modern joke and I despise it so much. 

Maybe it’s time we take things without the filters of what it could be or should be. Instead what it really is. Maybe it’s time constructive criticism should replace getting offended every now and then. Guess negativity exists for a reason.

~REHA

(I know you might not agree with me but it’s just my personal opinion and felt like speaking out once is necessary. All kinds of opinions are absolutely welcome 🌻)

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“Dare To Play” – Reha

The one who comes last in the race wins as much as the one who crosses the line first. The only loser is the one who never dares to cross the starting line. One who always loves to cheer from the stands. Who can find a hundred reasons to slip through the back door but not a single reason to be the frontrunner. Who’d relentlessly suffer, hiding in shadows yet won’t show up on the starting line, fearing what if he fails!

And honestly speaking, somehow this person resides in everyone of us, in some nook and corner, playing hide and seek from time to time. Neither strong nor weak, always eclipsed between the dawn of heart and dusk of mind. Desperately awaiting the single moment when your guts go weak and self esteem beats slow, and that is when you stop.

You think it’s okay to stop sometimes, to sit back in the gallery and cheer for others, unfortunately not realising that deep down inside a part of you wails for missing out on another experience. For it can’t comprehend your fears, but only see that you are as much capable as the one out there. Then what to fear and why to hide away. For mistakes are something we all make and winning or losing never makes any sense.

The only real aim is to play every game. To try your guts out, no matter how hard it seems. For at the end of day the only winner is the one who tried and everyone else celebrates defeat.

Poetry by Reha. Follow her blog!