Is it when that sinking feeling , Collapses you inwards . It feels as if you are being , Pushed back into darkness , By an invisible force . A force that knocks , The breath out of you . And you feel you are doomed . But you don't shed a tear . You hold that exterior together . Painting a smile , for this world each day , Even though you Are burning inside .
Or .... Is it when , Those tears just won't Stop flowing . Everything around you , Seems fragile and tender . A mere glance or touch , Sends you bursting into tears . You don't shy away , From shedding those , Tears amongst strangers , Who look at you quizzically . You feel lighter ... But only for a while . And still your insides , Keep burning in agony .
You see ... Grief can , Never be quantified . It's different in many ways , Because of our circumstances . Yet it's the same , For each one of us . It burns our insides , Whether we show , Or try to hide .
The only option , Is to be like that last , Leaf of autumn . That learns to let go , Knowing it's time . To embark on , A journey new . After all .... Every end , has a new beginning .
We are all warriors , In our own way . The ones who know , No matter what ... The show must go on .
Bright sunshine no more . Mistral has turned this breeze . I languish in despair , Seeing my scattered dreams . What a twist , Life has thrown at me . Mixing worries , woes , Like nuts sprinkled , On a salad green . I keep drinking , Life's bitter milkshakes , Of experiences that sting . But then , I am no loser my friend . I am not that weak as it seems . Life keeps throwing , Curveball at every bend . But each time , I come out wiser , stronger , I am the one who wins !
Each book I read , Leaves behind a little bit , Of itself inside of me . I pick up all those jewels And thread them together . Seeking inspiration from Someone's words of wisdom . How beautiful is this , Power of words . That uplifts and helps redeem . The human mind displays , Sheer brilliance . When simple words written , Leave behind legacies , Of inspiration , courage , For generations to read . With time the person behind , That pen may fade away , Into oblivion . But , the mark of that Ink spilled , remains indelible . Etched for eternity , On pages blank ....
I am grateful for having the slightest strength in me that didn't let me give up on my life yet. I am grateful for the things I have taken for granted. I am grateful for people who stayed around to make sure I was doing fine, who walked me down the tenebrous paths by offering their hand and spreading some light. I am greatful for the blessings that I have and that were not taken away from me when I cursed my life too often. I am grateful that God has put a kind heart inside my chest that bleeds but doesn't beat to hurt another soul.
As if all the creatures of this planet are absent. I am alone left here for a purpose. Sun has risen, The windows of my room are opened. The murkiness is gone now. Zephyr is spreading fragrance of serenity. I look out of the window To feel the ineffable sense of quietude. My soul from the demons is now rescued. Rays of the sun coming through the window of my room strike my heart, Then get reflected back in the form of poetry. Poesy, where my words are dancing in unison On the music which is never listened. As if, my words were caged The lock of their chain is opened from a magical key. Today, as if they have got the desired liberty. Everything seems to be surreal. I dont want this to be ephemeral. Yesterday, it was dark and catastrophic The ambience was tumultuous and cacaphonic. My heart was under siege. I saw avarice, lust, betrayal and tease. Today, I feel a gentle breeze Evils are shunned away from my periphery To me, now no one can defeat. After so many years of inner combat I have got this belief. Tomorrow, if there will be odds against me I am ready to combat, I am here only.