The night called me
And I answered her.
As I sleep in her arms,
She sang me a lullaby.
Uncertainty troubled her.
agony wretched her.
Yet she consoles me
And comforts my misery.
She held back her tears,
Trying to look brave.
She knew I was broken and
She wasn't breaking me again-
TO PRINCESS WITH LOVE
Why did you catch my hand?
You should better have left it.
I never had the courage to stay
I know, someday, our roads will split
Even before you knew me,
The truth, I told you
The souls that understand me
Are countably very few
I kept running away
You tirelessly chased me
Untill my heart burst of my chest
To fall into your caring frenzy
You broke my heart
But you gave me wings
I am more myself now
With a broken heart that sings
I am now at a juncture
Happy, sad, high and low
I am trapped in your mind now
Where else can I go?-
I am tired now,
My heart so weary.
I resist to try now,
Life's never been this scary.
I pulled it this long
Thinking you were there,
But now that you hate me
Trying doesn't seem fair.
I know life's not been easy to you,
I've seen your suffering,
But do I not deserve?
A little support, a little buffer?
Who should I ask from?
Who do I own?
Maybe you are right.
I am better off gone.
Lo! I am here today
To fulfill your wish.
I just want you to know,
Mother, my pain, my anguish
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Can you not see it?
Or is it not evident?
I always keep trying
To make it sufficient.
The harder I try
The worse it gets.
You think I never care
And only fancy my quests.
All you see in me,
Is an unruly child.
Hatred for that I am not
You think I am soiled?
Only I know the efforts
I put to meet your standards.
The world too is clueless,
Of my painful wanders.
Now my nights do not pass
Without worrying of the morning.
Many a tactics I've tried
None brought me a decent earning.
To be continued.....-
Half of my life I spent running away,
Half of it just went astray;
Now that I reached the end I want to say,
My life was a different way;
I ran after glory; I ran after fame.
Only to realize it was just a game;
I ran after money; I ran after name.
Pruning my toes, I made me lame;
I pursued things and booted relations.
I sacrificed happiness just for frustrations;
I threw out the gems and kept imitations.
And lost peace of mind seeking perfections;
It took me a lifetime to realize and weigh,
That my body was just a mould of clay;
Instead of running did I date to stay.
My life would have taken an-other way
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Life is just my perspective of it,
What more could it possibly be;
No way of life can be perfectly fit,
If I don’t change the way I see;
In summer I look for cool air,
In winter, a source of heat;
And always I say, life isn’t fair,
My expectations it doesn’t meet;
I am happy when its fair,
And gloomy when it's not;
I forget that the glare
Is from the sun, burning hot;
I don’t want the sadness,
I just want to lark;
I seldom realize brightness
Can’t exist without the dark;
To be happy there is only one way,
Is to change my point of view;
A happy man would always say
My life is my perspective;-
The sun had risen, the night is gone,
I am still sleeping, afraid of the dawn;
The night had been so dark, so cold,
My life, in darkness, did I mould;
The light seemed to blind my sight,
But night and darkness seemed alright;
‘Cause in light, my flaws, all could see,
In the dark, the judge was only me;
Blocking sunlight I drew the curtain,
In the blinding darkness I was certain;
Somehow the bright light bothered me,
I was simply addicted to ennui;
And one fine morn’ I heard a call,
That came from within to end it all;
It mended me from pieces broken,
And led me, from dark, to awaken;-
What is just and what is not?
Life is just a roundabout;
For some it's pink. For some it's rose.
It’s all about that which we chose;
For some, their life is just a journey.
Never seeming bored, never corny;
And a sect of people yet another,
To find its meaning, they don’t bother;
There are people, who endeavor,
Die while trying, give up never;
Giving up on a critic's comment,
Yes. There are those indolent;
Life is none but trial and error,
Showing reflections, just like a mirror;
Fear not to err and cease not to try,
And then when you ask, life shall not deny;-
Who do I speak to
And why ?
To describe my feelings,
Words are shy.
Burdened is my heart,
My mind tired.
I keep talking to myself,
Perhaps, I am mentally retired.
With empathy, they listen
To my hardship.
Hug me by my chest,
Behind my back, they gossip.
A laughing stock, that's all
I remain.
My life itself is a joke,
And this is how I entertain.-