Why

Why am I still waiting?
Why it still hurts.

Time flew away
But the darkness still lurks.

The space in my heart,
who is it really for?
Why am I still waiting
for your knock on the door.

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Its hard to accept that at the end
you are the only person who truly knows you and can heal you
And once you accept that and start embracing yourself instead of waiting for someone else to do that for you
THINGS START GETTING BETTER 🌿

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DEMON
Yes a demon...
That's who I am
Are you scared?
I was supposed to be a fit
I was supposed to listen and idly sit
When their orders were denied
Their ego's flames did ignite
I was supposed to be a success
But when failure held my hand
The fairy faces..... turned into devil red
I was told I m the demon
No God will be for my help
I was forced to hate ,cut and burn myself
Everyday crying burning that poor soul in me
Still they found no pity?

And I forbid god that day
Decided to walk alone and lighten the road by burning myself and people with me
they say how people are so devil
how people are so cruel
But it's just the image of ur ego who tried over them to rule.
Then they say she is a demon
But no one says
She might be a sky which was once blue...
But no one says
She might be someone who was once among you ..

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Everyone is pretending..
Will it ever end?
Writing and amending
On my heart's sand

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DEAD?

What's all this dullness between the glimmering lights
What's this emptiness in this traffic of the people all around
What am I now,what I was,what I liked the most?
What am I searching ,who am I ,whom am I missing.....is someone lost?
In the late night dream when everyone was asleep
My conscience sits beside me and starts to weep,
I m froze ,I m scared,
I dont know what to say,
My hearts whispers in itself is someone dead?
That poor one then stands up and scribbles something in red
I miss you love....I wish you weren't dead.

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Stay

From that little heart asking you to stay
Will you be my little star in those hazy nights
When everything seems gray

Will you hold my shaking hand when I fear the dark
Will you hold my hand so tight ...
I be the sand and you leave me with a mark

Will you hug me in the dark when everyone goes away
Will you be my little star in those hazy nights when everything seems gray
From the little heart asking you to stay.

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HOME

Tired of all of the dramas
Now I want to return

Away from all the noises
Away from all the repentances
Away from all the agony
To rest in this endless journey

Where,
When I close my eyes
Even in the darkest days of my life
Life feels like a clear after rain sky

For some it's a thing
For some it's a place
For some it's a person
In this tiring life race

But we all have something which we wish, when alone
We all have that somewhere, someone
In our heart we call them our home

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"THE LOVE UNTOLD"

From the little hairs on my head to the hairs that all turned white
I was a man and I was told to fight!


The world that sees always brightest side of our lives
Interdicted to see the tears ,I buried in me alive

I wanted to hug my daughter when she left
I wanted to cry ... with every tear she wept
But I was a man with glory , strength and pride
I had to stay strong they say
"You are the father of the bride"


My mother left the world and my stars were falling down
They said"Be a man ,stand up ,man up
You have a family to run
You got no time to frown

The unshed tears that my heart uphold
The tears ....the drops that could not be shown
Everyday it gets darker and it gets cold..
The tears hurt me till now as if they turned into stones...

I did my duties so well
But a question in the core of heart still dwell

Was it worth it to live like this?
Was it worth it to be so bold?
Was it worth to draw back my hands from the one I wanted to hold?
Was it worth it enough to
"DIE WITH THIS LOVE UNTOLD"?

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Intrigued by the saying"in the end all you got is you"...

It's not the destiny ..
It's the journey that matters ...

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WORLD FROM THE EYES OF A BIPOLAR

Sometimes I see ,
The rain drops as the tears of the mighty God for his poor child
Sometimes its the love showered by him for the nature for the free and the wild🍂


Sometimes i am the little sheep afraid of the wild hiding in the crowd under that little roof
Sometimes I feel being alone as strong as a wolf


Sometimes I see love as the crown of a queen beautiful as goddess Greek
Sometimes love is the chain making her
helpless,bound and weak

Sometimes I feel every thing so real
Wish to workout everything....and fill out every void
Sometimes i find my existence so confusing...and everything seems paranoid

Same eyes ..... different views is it all black or is it a hue..
From the eyes of a bipolar
From under same sky a little hazy but still blue 🌸

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