How worry-less the man sleeps How carefree he snores; Not promised a tomorrow, Yet, in peace he snorts.
Doesn’t bother for what is meant for tomorrow, He is filled with the words of today; This man is lost and twined deep, In today’s worldly wishes.
Sometimes he sleeps content, Sometimes he sleeps grumpy, However in the moment he sleeps, He forgets all his worries…
Written at midnight, when I couldn’t sleep tight Cause of all the nightmares from when I could sleep..
I wrote this poem on 13th October @02:14 am, when even in the darkness, I couldn’t shut my eyes and have some peace. When all my worries surrounded me and I felt helpless. When I was scared, even to sleep, because I didn’t want nightmares; and so the only solution I’d found was to stay awake through the entire night (Although I did doze off later on 😅😴😪)
The birth of the day After the death of night The conquering of light Over the darkest times
I see the sun rise And I see it shine I see it take over dark, I see it light everything in its path.
It has lit all around me With its glimmering light Wish it could light me too But I guess I’ve gone too dark; Too dark even for majestic king, the sun to light
At times I sit, in my dark pit, I sit there and I think Will I ever be able to light in this world? Or will my darkness be gone Only after consuming my life?
They say “A new spring follows every winter” They say “A new day comes after every dark night” But it feels like I am trapped in the south pole Where winter last for all eternity; And it feels like I am stuck in an endless night And there’s no escape.
I fell vulnerable; And I am desperate, Desperate to see the light, light my way So I can see a new day And smell a new spring
I wanna escape, but I feel like a prisoner; I wanna fly, but my wings have been cut; I wanna run, but my legs are tied; I wanna scream, but my throat is dry;
It’s getting hard in here to breathe And I can’t even properly think I am suffocating; But I don’t wanna lose cause I wanna prove: that I am not a “coward”
I wanna rise from my pit And breathe deep and speak I wanna rest and I wanna sleep Away from the hassle, I wanna live in peace Don’t want my mind to be disturbed, Don’t wanna see nightmares anymore or cry for hours and hours more.
I just wanna be free Free of everything that’s killing me And I wanna get rid of the voice within and speak for myself and be free
So I’m gonna try and try and not give up, until the victory is mine
So that one day, I can scream: “I Win, I Win” to all the voices that said in my head that “I’d lose”
Sometimes, the biggest fights we fight are with none other than ourselves and the voices in our head.
Crying; does it help you ease the pain, or does it all go in vain, Is it because of some guilt? Or is it for asking forgiveness for a sin
Do you cry wide in the public’s eye? Or cry in the darkness of your hide? Do tears come by frequently and more, Or are you now learning to ignore?
If you cry today, then does happy seem far away, Do you let your wall’s soak up ur tears? Or do have a shoulder to lie on?
Does it bother you that tears come Or do you feel like pain’s gone Does crying humble you Or does it make you furious and in rage
Does it feel like a weight-lifted, Or does it feel like burdens piled How do you treat tears? Do you take them with smile Or are you fearful, of when you’ll next cry.
Crying, defined as the shedding of tears accompanied with sad noises, is usually an indication of pain or sadness or suffering, although at times one’s tears may also be called as happy tears, where it becomes an expression of pleasure and delight. But what’s interesting about crying is that it is not what it always appears. The advanced man has now acquired and perfected the skill of crying, hence, one’s tears can not always be trusted, neither can one’s smiles. Because a person maybe happy on the outside but her cries might be hidden under the wide smiles or perhaps vice-versa.
She cries in pain, Tears roll down her cheeks She feels hurt, and gets thoughts negative Oh how will she escape this terrible feel?
Yeah, no, deep down we both know: Who played it well and who played it fair Deep down you too know that I deserved it more But guess the flattery was more ornamental than the truth.
It’s said flattery is easy, but always bad And that the truth is always hard but always good Then why did the flattery conquer over the truth? Why was the flattery more praised than the truth?
I’m not complaining, but just sad, Sad as to why, I wasn’t praised Sad as to why, my efforts didn’t pay Sad as to why, I was unnoticed.
So, I feel tempted now to change my ways I feel why to work hard and why to be true, When flattery can always pave a way When a battle can be won more easily.
Cause I don’t think it’s that difficult, And I think that I too could pose What I am not And I too could play along
But, then will I be satisfied? Will I feel worthy? Of all that I’ll win And all that I’ll conquer
Will that victory really be mine? Or will it just be of the mask that I’d put on? Will I even be “me” anymore? Or will I just become one of the many characters?
NO! I’ve come to terms with myself And I don’t wanna be someone else, I don’t wanna put on a happy face and I don’t wanna get all that with a play.
But, I still do wanna win; But I wanna win my own victory I wanna be worthy of it And I wanna be deserving of it
I’ve realised the true beauty in being real The beauty that cannot be faked, And I’d rather be crumpled and dry Than be a fake flower and bloom for all of eternity.
Life isn’t always fair, but that doesn’t give you a reason to be unfair.
We may come across many such situations in life, where life will be unfair to us, where even after putting in our best efforts, we might lose. In this case, lose to “flattery” or “falsehood”. But always remember even though the artificial diamond might seem more shining and appealing to the eye, it will never be real or valued.
You don’t have to mend your ways to win, you have to win on your own terms and be ‘the beauty’. The beauty of being you and the beauty of being true.