Living life is not that hard,
It gives you a menu card
Then why did she fight hard?
She knew heartbreak was on the menu
Yet to it, she repeatedly flew.
How did she be so strong?
When she knew the conclusion all along.
Life told her about betrayal too,
She didn’t let it affect her, it was hardly a dew.
But when it poured, she stood her ground
Hoping good times will come around
But it poured again, heavily this time
She still stood right there on the top, ready to fight it off.
Then came a storm,
She began to doubt her form
She asked herself, why did she fight it all?
This was life’s call and it wanted her to fall!
Life wanted to bury her, under the very faculties of fear.
These were negativity, distrust, sefl-doubt, insecurity, cowardice and weakness, it was clear
Why didn’t she give in then?
She knew it will keep penetrating her like a pen!
Just when she was losing in a battle with herself, life gave her misery.
It made things worse.
It took everything away from her.
Her family, friends, love, dignity, pride, trust, strength, courage all it could lure.
It fed on the darkness inside her.
And now everything went blur.
Her eyes suffocated, breathing only for the sun
Her heart contracted, beating only for the sun.
Her feet trembled, walking only for the sun
Her body shivered, surviving only for the sun
And when she cried a river of frustration,
She knew she couldn’t allow life to attain to destruction.
She knew she deserved the light at the end of the tunnel
She knew she wasn’t the only one on the panel
She knew the happiness that lighted her heart
She knew the courage that bled from her heart
She moved on from life, and she began to live.
With such strength, even her stare became concrete.
She was living on hope
Hope was her silver lining.
It was her diamond shining.
It was her mind mining.
Labyrinth of Self
We’re so circumscribed around ourselves,
We’re good at hoodwinking people and making them believe in themselves.
But you know, deep down, it’s for yourself and your good.
You might not agree now, because it sounds stale food.
But once you dive down, deep into the nerves of your body , you’ll coincide;
You’ll hesitate to say humanity and that translucent faith would’ve died.
You’ll recall your every altruistic pact,
Questioning yourself whether it was all an act.
You’ll try to pertain it to selflessness,
But when you come to conclusions, you’ll realize it was selfishness.
You’ll explain you’re doing everything for the society,
But it would all be self-piety!
You’ll reconcile, wondering what were your echt boundaries .
You’ll witness corollary bedlams revisiting your memories.
A sinister revelation would thwack your thoughts,
Resulting in a colic repartee of sorts.
You’ll ascertain ‘self-fishing’ was your pretension all along.
You’ll rant and bamboozle yourself about whether it was all wrong.
You’ll disregard such muzzy cogitations,
Denigrating what I’m doing with your infinitesimal mind and it’s shielded notions.
You’ll befriend denial
And ignore the fact that your actions were precocial
You won’t listen to your subconscious,
Even when it would scream, “Oh Precious”
Immediately your mind will begin to reminisce,
You’ll try to get to the nucleus of this prejudice.
Although you’ll agree with me,
Sit on a flower to suck it’s nectar, like a bee
Because you know your back to the hive on the tree.
Dear fear, I wont let you in and conquer my thoughts
Your days are over now; we have enough fought
I let you win every battle in this Archaic war
Because my legs were stuck in your
Pretentious and filthy tar
But not anymore!
I have been screaming for help and now my throat is sore
I knew it was a fight I had to win alone,
Despite of the incredulible danger, I had loaned.
All I needed was a thought of bravery and an act of courage
Since you were flowing in my nerves, I was afraid; as I was staying in the sewage.
You were wicked, wicked and clever,
You controlled my lever.
But your plan failed and motivation saved me
And today I breathe with glee.
I wont tolerate you pushing me down!
You have done enough with the assistance of the insecure gown.
I will let you die now,
‘Cause for long enough, I have been your mannered cow!
Good bye fear,
My dear dear, Dear, fear!
Dare you ever come near!!
I am too empty to know that’s inside of me.
Am I a stinging bee?
I am stone cold to understand what I feel.
Am I an electric eel?
I am furious to an extent that it mixes with my silence.
Am I a balance?
I am frustrated and it has become an explanation.
Am I looking for satisfaction?
I am drowning and have lost the surface.
Am I searching for a purpose?
I am scared and it has become a habit.
Am I aiming for a permit?
I am unworthy and it is a trait.
Am I waiting for it to become a state?
Why do I say this when I am the one doing it?
Why do I think I am so unift?
Is something inside me still unlit?
I cannot deal with this conflict!
But I will keep pushing my spirits.