|I try and put into words, the emotions which people find hard to express. Every poem has a backstory :)|
I'm tired of fighting battles that I can never win.
All of these dreams in me, get crushed over and over again.
Just when I have my castle built, fate takes away its pillars.
Everything breaks apart into pieces of fine dust.
I keep holding on,
Telling myself I can start again.
I keep holding on,
Believing I can sweep the dust and rebuild again.
The cycle keeps repeating endlessly,
Each time I lose a part of me.
How many times must this go on,
Will I lose myself completely at the end?
I keep holding on,
Telling myself it's going to fine.
I keep holding on,
Spinning any lie to keep myself alive.
The heart is willing, the mind is giving up.
Over and over we keep going,
She gave up her life to love
Only to be betrayed by the world.
Society's expectations and religious demands,
Made her love look farcical.
She couldn't fathom it at all.
Why would people or their Gods,
Prevent two souls from happiness?
The spaces between her fingers,
To her seemed bigger than the ocean.
She desperately wished for someone,
To make it their home.
She was birthed from a place of darkness,
A piece of carbon like all around her.
But pressure and effort changed her form.
Till she shone away in the darkness brighter than the sun.
Still she carried a little bit of the darkness in her heart,
Wishing one day someone would tame it and call it their home.
But her spirit so carefree and wild,
Rather liked the solitude than the rose tinted chains of love.
His love never failed to satiate her hungry heart.
Just like how his cool tongue quenched the fire between her legs.
And his tears beneath the soles of her feet
Eradicated his guilt and fed her power-hungry ego.
For where there is light there will be darkness.
For where there is joy there will be pain.
It is what it is,
As above so below.
The good needs the bad to balance it out.
Too much sweetness gives rise to ego,
While too much hurt breeds hatred.
But when combined together,
It gives rise to the deliciously surreptitious lusty feeling of love.
He took off his mask to show a side,
A side he hid from the world.
She took off her clothes,
To display her scars and broken dreams.
They understood each of them was fundamentally broken,
Yet together they felt complete.
She was the rock,
Which anchored the universe around her.
Unbeknownst to them all,
She had no parachute and was in freefall.
Between the tiny crevice
Of the countless yesterdays and the impending tomorrows,
At peace with the world, but always at war with himself.
Like a square peg in a round hole,
He's always out of place in more ways than one.
Alone, always so alone,
Solitude is his best friend and loneliness his mortal enemy.
He dreams of sleeping a dreamless sleep,
His dreams they are so vivid.
Yet he lives and dies a new life
Every night a new story.
His aspirations are gigantic,
So big they wouldn't even fit in his dreams.
Like an unclimbable cliff,
They taunt and call out to him.
Worn out after his battles everyday,
He retreats back inside.
Till time passes over the crevice
So many words being said,
Yet so very few convey the actual thought;
The closer we get to each other,
The more complicated things become.
So many kisses being exchanged,
Along with countless declaration of love.
Yet when the night gets over,
The lover is nowhere to be found.
So much effort being made,
To earn money till their dying day.
Why not use it for something better,
Since there are no atms in heaven.
It's a beautiful day,
The sun shining down.
A careless breeze flows effortlessly
No warning of the apocalypse to come.
Suddenly the news flashes by
Warning of the impending doom
They warn of a hurricane coming in
Asking people to buckle up or leave town
The panic sets in
Faster than my pacing heart.
To run or to stand my ground
Is all I can think about
Then the moment appears
The wind shrieks like a banshee's wail
As if forewarning everyone
That their reckoning day is near.
The rain starts fallng down
As the waters slowly rise
Will it hold or will it not
Are the thoughts going through everyone's minds
You slowly think back about your life
You wonder if you did enough
She feels what she writes
Writes what she feels
These characters on a sheet of paper
Give her life a special meaning
Her youth shines out brightly
Hiding the old soul inside
She dies a little everyday
To live upto the hopes of those close to her heart.
The words that she writes
They tell no white lies
Pure as crystal, they convey the pain
That she hides deep inside
This is why she writes
Writes what she feels
Since the words hold no expectations
And give her life a special meaning
The demons in his head,
Never made a sound.
All they did was move their arms,
Even the deaf have their silent demons.
The perfectness of her imperfections,
Bestowed upon her a radiant luminous beauty,
Just like the watery pearls,
That frequently adorned her eyes.
He was unsure which was more scary;
The nightmares he had every night while he slept,
Or the reality he woke up to every morning.
"What is happiness?"
Wondered the blue eyed boy.
He searched near and far to find it
But he never found it all.
He Googled for answers,
Asked his family and friends,
He asked countless people
Always drawing a blank.
Everywhere he saw,
He saw it's beautiful traces.
Upon the child's face, the old man's laughter
The couple on the street fighting with each other.
He never found what he was looking for.
And still continues searching to this day
In a vibrant world filled with happy people
He felt like a wooden puppet, in a play.
Going through the usual motions,
Just to be done with them,
In a life filled with color,
All he could see was monochrome.
She looked up at the heavens
And wondered why
God turned her religious mother insane
God stepped between her God fearing love and her.
God involved himself so much in her mundane life.
If He was so great,
Why did He pick upon her for attention?
The atheist in her hated religion.
The realist gathered up the pieces
And carried on with her life.
She was like a hidden pond.
Calm. Serene. Inviting.
Only when you stepped in
Would you realise how deep it was,
And how out of depth you were.
He was like quicksand.
A perfectly normal piece of ground
Which suddenly caved in,
And tried to take you down with it.
This story lies incomplete.
Even though they completed each other,
In ways which can't be worded out,
Fate, the puppeteer of their lives,
Had other grandiose plans for them.
I reached out to touch
Her heart completely unaware
She's a venus flytrap.
Don't leave things untried.
Cause rejection is better,
Than countless what-ifs.
I loved my neighbours
I loved my friends
I loved everyone I knew
Except for myself
Always struggling to find
A place I could call mine
Where I would fit in
Like the misshapen pieces of a jigsaw board
Fight your demons they said
Don't give up till you exert your dominance
This never ending battle takes its own toll
All for what my mind asks, under attack again
She wanted to be loved and cared for.
She wanted to be saved.
Yet everyone she trusted
Hurt her more instead.
They fell in love with her smile
They fell in love with her body
But no one could soothe and fill
The emptiness she hid from everybody
She got tired of trusting
And gave up hope
Of finding someone who would love her the most
Till in the darkest night
She learnt how to love and care for herself
And she was never lonely again.
She was like a pendulum.
Always swinging between yearning for solitude and trying to get over her loneliness.
Physical intimacy is slowly getting easier to find, while finding emotional intimacy is slowly turning so much more harder.
How do people find it easier to drop their clothes rather than the masks they wear?
The demons within him
Kept him up more often than not
While he tried in vain to win a losing fight
Till the full moon exorcised them
But he knew the fight was never really over
The demons are never completely gone
When the new moon rises
So do the demons inside his mind
A never ending cycle.
His earphones were always plugged in.
Music playing, even when he slept
Because he couldn't bear the sound of his own loneliness.
She was always busy.
Finding things to do even when they were none,
Always running away from the thoughts in her mind.
They were in and out of love,
Together yet still so alone
Each of them finding nothingness
Everytime they longed for love.
Why do we yearn for love
Without knowing how to love ourselves.
This script has played over so many times beforehand.
Death, the big equaliser,
Yet people who yearn for it, can never die.
And people who don't deserve it, die early deaths.
When I was younger,
I thought life was always black or white.
It's as I grow older with each passing year,
That the different shades of grey have revealed themselves to me.
Always a smile on on her lips
A skip in her steps
She is a little bundle of happiness
Spreading joy wherever she went
She illuminates the darkness
Of wandering lost souls
She heals those who are broken
With the gentleness of a full moon
French fries and ice-creams
She never asks for a lot
Down to earth and thoughtful
She understands people better than their mothers ever could.
Every now and then she slips
And shows her human side
The scars and bruises
That she hides inside
She's the girl with the comforting smile
You have to be blessed
To have someone like her by your side
As the sun seeped in through my window
One ray of light at a time
Signalling the start of a new day
With fresh hope in my mind
I heard her sing for the first time
Those crystal clear tones
Ringing clear and spreading joy
Whereever it touched
She sang of a new day
Her tones falling oh so high and low
That made my heart climb the highest peaks
And dive to the lowest canyons
She sang everyday, the same song
Till the rays of the sun weren't as strong
Everyday the bulbul chirped away
Making the earth around her a little livelier each day.