You go on countless one night stands,
I eat away my emotions,
She binges on TV series,
He runs his aggression with each mile.
They party all night to forget all sensations,
I shout at people hoping someone will care.
She shops her day away to appease her dying marriage,
He drinks his pain away of his cheating partner.
We all are showing off very well,
Like everything is fine.
When actually we are all broken adults,
Living off our coping lies…
Chirping of the night creatures,
Humming of the electricity,
The light people are falling down,
And the night children are wide awake.
The stillness of the air makes the sound of pen on roll crystal clear.
The smell of the moist dry earth soothes like no other .
It’s the night that is showing its magic or the work of the ink,
That the clutter in my mind no longer lives…
The universe is infinite, it’s a boon,
there are so many unanswered questions, it’s a boon.
We are the civilization always finding for more,
We are always driven to unexplored expanses.
Unknown is the fuel that keeps us going to live on for the undiscovered times.
Though we tend to take things known to us for granted.
The sun, The moon, The earth
We think they won’t change,
but what do we know when it will all change.
The people in our lives,we think they are here now, so what is the big deal;
But does that mean they can’t vanish in a blink of an eye?
We have tendency to crave for something new till we obtain it,
But why do we forget to enjoy it and cherish it now.
We think we are forever, we all delude ourselves in some way or another,
But when it’s our time to go, no one really knows.
Then why are we still not living the life we want now?
Why are we waiting for the future to start taking our passions seriously?
Why are we waiting to be with that person we love?
Why are we still doing the dead-end job we lothe?
Oh, Because we have time!!
Or, Do we??
She see herself in the mirror,
She sees her reflection and she is pretty sure she loathes it.
Why does she feel unworthy of being adored,
Why does she feel unworthy of self-love,
Is it the random comment that points out how her body has changed?
Or is it the specific judgmental voices in her head that seems to be ashamed of her?
Or is it the casual insults used by her loved ones in a “joking way”?
Should she tell them that it bothers her?
Should she tell them that it’s depression that is making her eat uncontrollably?
Should she tell them that she starves herself whole day out of loneliness ?
Should she tell them that she can’t change her genes?
Or should she shut them off as its none of their business?
But what does she tell her inner voices?
Who placed such dialogues in there..
Was it the parent who rejected the 12 year old’s changing body,
Was it the crush who rejected a genuine admirer,
Was it the school teacher that rejected the talent just because of a number on scale of weight or colour.
When did we start treating a child like show stopper,
When did we start berating a child for his or her individuality,
When did we start comparing it with the poster child when in reality the child is an unique perfect creation.
It is time to stop, it is time to think before we say or look at a child,
Because it is watching us, observing us and learning from us.
Strangely it adopts our impression of him and continue to treat himself the way we did.
We are the voices,
Think before you act in front of a child,
As a broken adult she will shut other’s mouth but won’t be easily be able to shut the voices in her head…
Keep going on,
Keep feeling it,
It will continue till you can’t take it anymore,
Because you are going through hell.
What you can do best is to keep going on,
Because staying at one point of it will increase your end time,
So keep going on through hell,
Feel the heartbreak,
Feel the unseen bruises,
Feel the loneliness,
Feel the helplessness;
You should keep going on through hell,
Not because you will cease in the end of it,
But because you will begin at the end of the hell…
Your struggles will Break you but they are the ones that will make you braver,
You will fall down but as you persevere you will reach unthinkable heights,
You will be lonely but it will make you self reliant ;
Before you know you will reach your content state;
So go on through the hell,
Because you will begin at the end of hell…
You won’t know the dark sadness of my lonely heart,
I would say, you won’t want to know how it feels to have such dreadful thoughts.
Searching for the rush people dive from the mountain cliff,
I get rush from the stress of my burning heart.
The loneliness of my gut is something I can never explain,
I miss you more because you make me more sane.
I have you in my heart and it smiles like the morning sky,
But my heart is afraid because it has never been this joyful before;
It always wait in terror to be all taken away…
The heart pounding rapidly,
A rock in my gut,
Something is chocking me Firmly,
The legs are way too restless even if they are weak.
To give them what they want,
I can’t give them what they need.
You may say it’s psychological,
I won’t disagree;
Because everything psychological is also biology.
Go ahead and keep talking in your hush little voice,
Because No words will sane either you or me;
You are incurable for your ignorance,
And I am incurable for my reckoning.
Night Speaks To Me,
The Words That Echoes In My Heart,
It Is Like A Scared Little Girl,
Who Is Afraid Of The Dark.
Night Opens Up The Door Of The Past,
It Is A Haunting Song
That Is Stuck In The Heart.
Night Talks To Me About
Our Fears And Secrets,
It Questions Me If
They Would Come True…
I Am Pretty Sure
It Is Not Intentional,
Night Is Just Like A Little Girl,
Afraid Of The Unknown.
I Comfort Myself And The Night
As We Both Are Anxious,
That I Am With You Forever
And You Won’t Leave My Side.
What Is The Fear And
Why To Be Afraid,
When We Always Find
A Way Back To Each Other
No Matter No One Stays,
We Come Back For This Time,
We Come Back To Despair,
We Come Back To Solitude,
We Come Back To Dark Thoughts
That No one Dares To Express…
Is It My Fault That I Can’t Give Words To What I Feel?
Is It A Lie If I Struggle
To Give Those Memories Words?
Am I Invalid Just Because
It Is A New Thing For You?
Or Am I Crazy Just Because
You Haven’t Been This Way?
To Tell You The Truth
I Am Not Crazy Just Because
You Do Not Understand That
Night Speaks To Me,
I Am Not Invalid Just Because
You Are Busy And Occupied With Mundaneness.
I Am Not A Lie If Night cries With Me
By Remembering The Struggles Of The Past And This Very Moment.