I was wrong when I thought I need someone's support to make myself strong. . . I was wrong when I thought ocean in me needs a drop to make it complete. . . I was wrong when I was craving for someone's authentication to my talents. . . I was wrong when I thought I was the one at full fault. . . I was the wrong when I thought I can't walk a step ahead without someone's fingers' support. . . I was wrong when I thought only others' clapping can make my achievements noticable. . . I was wrong when I thought my sacrs make me ugly. . . I was wrong when I thought I'm imperfect just because others getting more appreciation. . . I was wrong when I thought I need someone's shoulder to cry on. . . I was wrong when i thought I need others to love my ownself.
I'm not afraid of falling in love with you. I agree, it's a deeper dive but I'm all ready to drown in the ocean of your love. I have no intentions of backing off, no second thoughts. I'm enjoying each and every moment as I'm slowly sinking in you by the passing minute. I want to reach to the bottom of your heart where there's nothing else to see but you. I'll live there happily for a thousand eternities, my love.
Your pleasant presence caters me with warmth every single day. You're my sun in this wretched frigid season. You're the reason behind the bright smile I carry around. You're keeping the corners of my lips up. I've learned to love myself again only because of you.
You're like a sweet dream which I don't want to wake up from. Because of you, I can finally understand the feelings they sing about in love songs and for once, I don't find them cheesy at all. You're the reason my playlist is getting infiltrated by bollywood songs lately.
On this day of world mental health. Being the one who has gone through depression, I just wanted to say a few things about mental health and depression. I just want to make you feel that things will be ok if you are going through it.
Depression is something that not everyone understands, unless they have gone through it, and have felt like its something that they are wearing like skin. Every day it begins to feel like everything you touch will die. It sometimes feels like you are in constant darkness and everything seems meaningless.
People can get into this pit in many ways I feel, might be they were trying to save someone from the hell, and they found the purpose in it, and they sat there forever to save more people.
They say depression is like an abusive relationship that you have with yourself. It feels like you have made a friend who always stands behind you and whispers constantly the things like "You are not good enough", "You will never be happy", "You are a joke", "You will never be worthy of something or someone" and many other mean things you wouldn't say to anyone else. The thing about all this is, when you hear this for a very long time, you will begin to believe it somewhere.
But I want to say something. If you are going through it, hold yourself together. I know how it feels to fight with that person who is always with you, and who knows you so well.
It feels like you fight with him every day, to pull him out of that driver seat and take the wheel for yourself, while he constantly sits behind you staring you in the mirror. And the moment you feel whatever he said was right, he will take back that control again.
This whole fight with yourself will drain a lot of energy from you. But believe me, things will be alright. Just don't give up. The day that you are praying and wishing for isn't very far. When you arrive on that day, you will turn back and thank yourself for keeping the fight on and never giving up.
Whenever he/she says those mean things to you again. Tell them not today, tell them you are stronger than you believe. You are better than you think you are. You deserve the whole world if you want to. And you are worthy of everything you wish for.
Just keep that fight on. And remember, you are the best.
After keeping 10 years in diaries, finally decided to introduce in public. May be First english poetry , sorry for wrong vocabulary, Didn't edited any word ..Cause I'm not publishing my poetry ,I'm publishing my childhood of writing. My childhood poetry carry :- hastag not publishing poetry publishing childhood