When depression knocked me And people said it's just a mood. When they said anxiety is just an act,I agreed, coz I've no choice! And everything they said did nothing but increase my insecurities. I was fighting , a lost war. A war with invisible demons.
Then I was dragged into a world. A world that taught me being sad can be beautiful, heart broken can actually be artistic, Happiness is not always about smiling
A world that made me realize There can be tranquility amidst chaos, solace in drowning, contentment in the emptiness.
A world that introduced the safest armaments Pen as sword,Paper as armor, Words as bullets. A serene world, Taught me to fight the inner turmoils.
Be it be engulfing darkness Or too much light. Be it be my inner demons Or outer ones for that matter. The war no more is threatening,The demons no more fazes me. As I wage a war of one, my armaments can't fail me now. Poetry, gave the taste of victory.
It all started at the bus stop When I saw a boy, with no top In the cold winter, with trembling hands And shivering he stands He's not more than eleven Beside him is no one He wouldn't beg,But wipe those car glasses To fill his stomach, and the smile never ceases I stopped for a minute I wish I had a jacket But the bus arrived and I got in Something bugged me, but I can't exactly pin!
Was it the heart ache that particular scene has caused? A kid who has to be actually cared Not in the school, learning But on the street, barely earning Not even covered properly Not with something keeps him warm and healthy Neither the clothing warmth Nor the motherly warmth Poverty, a sin, a curse And we people who are wealthy are worse What have we done to them or him? What have I done, except for writing this hymn!
Was it the smile on his lips that never ceased Or the pain that's well hidden under the brow that's creased! How can he smile while freezing in the cold Hide the pain of past and fear of future, so bold Hands and feet so cold but heart so warm He taught me not to fear the storm It's not the money or comfort that makes you happy He taught me, we can still be happy, even if our fate is crappy Happiness is not something we lose But something we choose
#temporary I've seen this.. One moving on and one holding on. No one is at mistake But you know what ?! Just coz YOU can't move on don't make them feel like they did something vile and don't make them hate themselves
Shakespeare's sonnet! With abab, cdcd,efef,gg rhyming pattern! 10 syllable per line!( 5 iambic pentameter)
Three quatrain and one couplet. Strict iambic pentameter... First quatrain: establish the purpose Sec quatrain: introduce theme Third quatrain: finalize the theme Last two lines conclude the whole theme!
What is iambic metre: one stressed syllable and one unstressed syllable. Stressed syllable: enjoy(eg) two syllable word Unstressed syllable: do you(eg) two monosyllabic word.