Sleep

How worry-less the man sleeps
How carefree he snores;
Not promised a tomorrow,
Yet, in peace he snorts.

Doesnโ€™t bother for what is meant for tomorrow,
He is filled with the words of today;
This man is lost and twined deep,
In todayโ€™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 ๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ช)

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The light

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.

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Crying

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 painโ€™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 youโ€™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?

So what do you think about crying?

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Impulsive Anger

The anger is like the wild fire

Impulsive anger
Immediate destruction
thorns on a rose
silverware on the floor

Glass shards shattered
Red liquid on the ground
Authorities and Priorities
Men out of mind

Realisation,
Then there’s guilt and grief
Immediate destruction by
Impulsive anger


Anger can be quite dangerous and has the potential to transform you into something you didn’t know existed. This is my take on anger.

Whenever I am angry, I sort of forget all my morals and say things that I would’ve not said in my right state. This is also one of the reasons why my own anger scares me.

I personally have a long way to go control my anger. I do try, but however almost always the realisation always kicks in after the damage has been done……after the glass has been shattered.

How well do you take your anger?

Hope you enjoyed reading ๐Ÿ™‚ Until next time