The facade

I am questioned about my worth,
I am questioned about my sanity.
What is this relation,
What is this love,
It does not liberate me,
It is the door to cage.
It does not support my dreams,
But it suffocates me.
What is this love,
What is this relation.
That only wants best of me,
That is nowhere to be found
When I am broken.
What is this love,
What is this relation.
It doesn’t know loyalty,
It doesn’t know gentleness.
It doesn’t show up for weeks,
It doesn’t care if I am alive.
What is this love,
What is this relation.

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Intervention

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…

“The unique one “

She was not the usual beauty,
That made her the unique one.
She didn’t conform, she didn’t bend,
She was opinionated with loud and clear determination.
She would not back down by your bullets,
She will rise again with her phoenix wings.

Chimera…

Are you hiding something or are you fooling yourself,
what I am curious about is what is the adversity that makes you lie to yourself?
Is it the fear of being an outcast or the desire of being One?
All the films of different shades make you feel prettier and validated,
But does these shades make you loathe yourself lesser?
We see pictures of “people going places”, but we dont see their self harming tendencies behind the camera.
It seems better to be a pariah than being the one with an imaginary silver spoon…

Hours in Heaven…

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…

Hours of darkness :Part 1

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.