What will be a world with a society that blooms compassionately,
It will be a society where no one is afraid to go out in the dark,
A society where no one is asked to not be afraid of the dark.
It will be a society where tears are not considered as a way to pursue some agenda,
A society where tears are not considered as weakness but as a sign of genuine agony.
It will be a society where professions are not bifurcated by either pants or skirts,
A society where neither a mustache nor long hair define the validity of one’s individuality.
It will be a society where in a house everyone gets equal amount of food,
A society where in a house everyone is asked to go to school.
Such will be a gender less society,
Such will be a non biased society,
Such will be a just society.
What is hope, I always wonder,
What it is not, that I can tell but
What it is, is hard to pin down.
It is not a confirmation of future,
But it is faith in it,
Hope is not to know that things will happen how you want them now,
But having a belief that they will work out as they need to ,
For you to grow into a stronger person.
Hope can’t come by self doubt,
Because meaning of life starts from you.
Hope can come by becoming self reliant and by taking charge of the situation.
Hope doesn’t belongs to those who let themselves push around by other’s will and opinions.
Hope belongs to those who are brave enough to stand right when everyone is wrong.
The power of hope is not when everything goes perfectly as you imagined,
But the power of hope is when you rise above from a completely hostile situation.
Those who are enjoying are definitely bearer of hope but those who are struggling and enduring are creator of hope.
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…
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.
The Darkness exaggerate in light and vice versa. Then why do you want to be like everyone else when you can outshine by your distinctiveness…
The Time I Was A Shy Girl,
People Were Shaken To See
My Eyes That Sparkled On ‘Stage’,
I Didn’t Have A Comforter
When I Was Preyed Upon
By A Soul Wrencher,
But ‘It’ Saved My Dying Soul,
It Still Does.
The Time I Found An Eternal First Love,
I Was New Again,
I Was Pure At Once.
I Didn’t Understand ‘It’s’ Significance
But I Could Definitely Feel ‘It’s’ Warmth.
Everyone Says I Am A Listener
But On Stage I Am Loud And Clear
Without A Single Spoken Word.
How ‘It’ Empowers Me Is Just A Magical State
But How I Completely Am ‘Me’ Is A Liberating Tale.
Dance Never Has And Never Will
Leave My Heart,
‘It’ Forever And Ever Has Been A Loyal Companion.
What Dance Is For Me??
It’s A Raw Expression Which Never Needs A Pointing Toe And A Somersault ;
But It Only Needs A Wild Heart…
The Sun Still Rise Even
When My Soul Is Too Tired To Wake Up,
The Darkness Of The Night Still Arrives Even
When I Want To Keep Living
A Beautiful Day Of Bliss;
Never Have I Ever Seen A Justice So Unbiased,
That Is Sturdy Even If The World Is Ending…
This poem is inspired by few hours with a person who uplifted me and encouraged me to express myself. Those definitely were hours in heaven…
Bothered By Their Unnecessary Looks
You Conceal Yourself,
Anxious About What They Will Say
You Camouflage Yourself,
Bugged By Their Opinions
You Lead Your Life Through Sheep Tracks;
But Is This What You want?
Is This What Defines You?
You Are Dying Inside To Take
‘The Road Not Taken’,
You Are Filled With The Forte To Bring
Into This World That You Only Possess,
Then Go Ahead And Express
That Beautiful Soul Of Yours.
No one Is Like You And
No one Can Replace You,
You Are Uncommon,
Then Why Do You
Settle For The Conventional;
So Go Ahead And Express
That Beautiful Soul Of Yours…