A moment! A moment please!
Look around you, so many things
Don’t give up please, don’t crumble
I am there, I know how you feel.
Even if you are left broken
You still have your wings,
You will heal, you can fly again.
Don’t give up on yourself.
The cold room, the stranger blanket
Can’t hide the scars you carry
Come out please, don’t shut the door
You have to walk away from the sorrows.
All that pain needs separation
But you need not leave,
Just hold on a while longer
There will be light at the end of the tunnel.
Colour yourself in pride
One step is all it takes to heal
To accept what happened, is not your fault,
A smile, a cup of coffee in your favourite seat,
One familiar TV show and time for yourself.
Universe is spread to infinity
Travel beyond the stars
Be in the company of stardusts
Happiness will come where you are.
Time is limited
A flower dies in a day
Think about the time you are living
Count memories and take steps.
Pain will keep you company
Worry is a misuse of imagination
Remove them both in a single step
Lose yourself to your destiny.
There was a time when survival was the hardest,
Now being happy is, just to live.
When a story starts with two
It goes on for a few days
Some feelings match, some scatter,
Even after times of togetherness.
Two does not hold
Falls apart to one,
And another nameless stranger.
Time brings a lot of changes
Known to unknown,
And the distant stranger becomes close.
But the biggest power of time
No one knows what it will bring
Good or bad, love or a heartbreak.
It will only be known when the time comes
Bringing the stranger along.
Life changes a lot
Through storm, clouds, and the sun
Does not let you grow beyond.
Where mind wants peace, life takes tests
Two plus two never make four
All growth ends in myself,
A few strangers come to nudge.
I am also a stranger, to myself
I am an eclipse for you.
Even if feelings match, still we move far
Because this life is a walk alone
A stranger, moving from two to a growth,
Holding the hands of time.
Walk out of here,
Remember the times we spent together!
The last curling smoke
The feelings of the life before.
The broken glasses and the shattered dreams
Are not the only things that broke.
Walking over is painful
Knowing you don’t have a fault is killing me more.
Holding hands this long
Memory is a rope that now hangs me till death.
Known long enough,
To forget will take this lifetime.
How do you see my tears,
In the pouring rain?
I haven’t been able to stay consistent recently. I end up scribbling something when I am overwhelmed with feelings. At times like that I also lose the ability to properly make sense. The lines below are a testament of that. They signify the pain you feel when the person you like does not trust you, and smiles for another. It’s not jealousy. I have matured enough to understand that. It is the helplessness that you feel. Life doesn’t make sense anymore.
It takes very little time to change,
It matters a lot on the outcome you are looking for.
Just the way the seasons come and go,
Us, we also move from one to another.
The long walks are almost certain to end,
Because after one day you know you cannot do the same thing again.
It is very hard to realise there is no finality in being
Yet hold onto it for the reason that it brings happiness.
It is equally hard to learn this and practice even if you know.
A smile is only a smile, for one it is precious and elusive,
For another it will never mean a thing.
The only difference is the reason why you smile.
I have known all, still I wasn’t able to heal.
I will remain stuck and I will still feel.
Maybe I am weak, maybe it’s destiny.
I know I will fail this time, I have to fall asleep.
I want to swallow you,
Have you melt in me and flow through my veins.
Fill in the hollow that’s left,
In a life that’s somewhere behind a thousand lost stars.
Speak in words,
Still unspoken from the day our life turned so beautiful.
Two flowers’ bloom,
Blood and love mesh in the loneliness of our dreams.
True or false,
A glass of whiskey,
My dream one night too long
So walk up, go figure
Climb that staircase
Oh you know what’s waiting!
I am just trying to make a living,
But that’s false.
Everything that I do,
Will come back too!
My life is,
A few stories at a time.
It was 2001+11+1,
When I knew,
The feeling of fear
Of falling from high.
Tumbling down into the uncertain,
Stress of singing a song
In a trembling voice of nervousness
Standing in front of all the pervasive eyes.
What will happen when the entire life just turns
Into a collage of nightmares
Waking up sweating,
Feeling lost and breathing hard.
From that moment
What is divine, is my life,
No more control
There one life ends.