Does awareness really saves
Being unaware risks life
Being aware brings vulnerability
Sudden mental distortion
Peace doesn't feels peaceful
May be ain't same for all
But to the hypersensitives
World feels even more frightening
People, place and every other connection
Even a small step back feels daunting
Yeah gut got to mark it's words
But soul got more scars to cover
Because healing demands a lot

They called her a kid
But life couldn't allow her to be one
Might look too soon to face these
But she felt fortunate enough here
Yeah she cried, complained, cursed
But as soon as that moment passed
These many lessons
Calling them learned ain't enough
Cz she earned them from life
Yeah the same little hypersensitive kid

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Tricks, tactics, manipulations
Trying to succeed at life
Without being this malice
Choosing to be the safe place
For the ones who are me
And an example of
Shining out with authenticity
Being played can be acceptable
But playing, isn't
Let's be this courageous and aware
That's what truly
"Blessed enough to be a blessing"
Would mean to me

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Being too sensitive is both
A blessing as well as a curse
Has the power to both
Build as well as takeaway
All the strength and courage
That too within few milliseconds
Complicacies prevailing all my life
Feels as in the only easy thing I owe
Is me, or may be not even me
I knew of face but there were faces
Too many, to even recognise the real one
Multiple personality trait is no more a disorder
It's an art and only art needed for survival
Still don't wanna choose it
It shall always be one me
And the art to live this life being the same me

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Just one weak moment
And every bad memory is back
Me collapsing all over again
They called me a kid
Yes this where am actually a kid
Too immature to handle these
Searching for a corner to hide
And just disappear, maybe forever
Cz everytime the strength gathered
Flies away when needed the most
Facing & dealing may be was never my thing
Too vulnerable to sow those seeds in me
Discontinued.......

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The life living at this point
Is in constant need of effortless results
All trials into pits of error
Neither aware of destination
Nor of the right path leading
Tooooooooo drained out
Of finding, knowing and accepting
What feels right ain't always right
Yet want to believe it
That just knowing it's right
Is enough for it to be right

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Love for writing my heart out
Yet scared of what ifs
Don'ts and do's aimed at
Obsession to make them happen
Fears and insecurities hit even harder
For me "era of practicality"
As if concept I did never liked to learn
Specifically the way it sounds
Valuing energies and delicacy
Brings all the love, light and hope
To lives irrespective of purposes
This is how I choose to define my era
Many more to unfold
But finally the believe in divine timing
Ceases this impatient heart

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Relationships ain't that difficult
Emotions make them
Emotional vulnerability
Demands an unseen boundary
Sentimental tenderness doesn't allow
Burden of past experiences
Bring limitations
But soul demands expansion
Expansion require endless experiences
Letting emotions flow
Makes one weak
But adding intellect to it
Makes one even weaker
Does it really end somewhere?
Will there ever be one right answer to these?
The more one tries to simplify
The more complications prevail
The best one out of it sounds like
"Let's just live it"
Despite thinking of
"Winning it or losing it"

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Life demanding patience
To an utmost impatient soul
Little mercy counts

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Living for others
That's another kind of peace
But by own choice
Laughters ain't that happy
To a soul that's Neither despondent
Nor cheerful enough
Relentlessly looking for the purpose
Persuading own life journey
Leading to soul tranquillity
That's her always her
Times she abandons her
She's loses it all
To an unknown
Yet unfathomable affliction

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How divine is that essence
Of being felt highly protected
Despite knowing how evil
The circumstances can be
The people around can be
Or this entire world could seem
Bowing to that superpower
Which never left me alone
No matter if I was dealing with others
Or with my own inner self

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