Poem Part 2/2: Rediscover

Lost in wake of my self-destruction
I break the shackles of my demons’ every instruction.
At every turn, life presents an obstruction
Yet I focus on my life’s reconstruction.

In my ears, my demons provide misleading advice
With false illusions, they try to misguide & entice.
For each step on the right path demands a sacrifice
As barefoot on broken glass, I walk towards my paradise.

For my doubters, my trail of blood is a visual treat
Yet my adrenaline galvanizes my every heartbeat.
I may perish but I won’t embrace defeat
So after every fall I still get up on my feet.

The sufferings that I’ve endured for countless years
I recall all my screams that fell on deaf ears.
The audacity of my fortitude now, eclipses all my tears
I rise & roar rampantly, as I overcome all my fears.

At my paradise’s gate, I now recover
I look back at all that I had to suffer.
I realize my darkness, is my light’s misconceived lover
I’m reborn, as my lost soul I rediscover.


Note: There are times when we feel lost in darkness, there are times when we feel alone amidst our sufferings. The adversities in life may be inevitable but our perception about our suffering and our approach towards responding to them is something that is within our control. It’s alright to feel lost as long as you learn to reinvent yourself while you feel trapped in the eye of the storm. Let your pain be the element that drives you towards creating a glorious legacy. Don’t fear your darkness, for a star yearns to shine within you. ❤ 

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Poetry In Motion

Innocence sinlessly streams in her moonlit eyes
She smiles even when a dream within her dies.
Perhaps about her silent struggles, we may never realize
But like a phoenix, she’s reborn with an intent to rise.

Her existence is heaven’s nectar, that’s blissfully sweet
Still, people belittle her, indulging in acts of moral deceit.
There are time’s when she breaks and falls on her feet
Yet she crawls up as she refuses to accept defeat.

By gliding, she spreads purity all around
Angels in heaven envy her, for she’s artistically profound.
Some marvel her godly grace without making any sound
As even God tears up being helplessly spell-bound.

She captivates my soul with the things she says
While she connects with me in mysterious ways.
When I feel lost, drowning in a dark phase
My guardian angel protects me, on my darkest days.

She understands my every unspoken emotion
As she listens to my every word with utmost devotion.
Her compassionate heart is deeper than any endless ocean
For she truly is my poetry in motion.


Note: It always intrigues me how sometimes a person who goes through a bad phase is often perceived as a bad person by others. Recently when I was going through a tough phase, many people who looked up to me were the same people, who quietly distanced themselves away from me. I guess… I’m grateful for this phase for showing to me who genuinely care for me. Through the medium of this poem, I want to express my sincere gratitude to one such individual (for the sake of her privacy, I won’t disclose her identity). Amidst my darkness, she became my light. This poem is dedicated to my angel of mercy who stood by me in my recent depressing phase. I hope I did justice to her compassionate soul with my words.

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Poem Part 1/2: Lost

Flaming chandeliers of heaven stream on my dwelling sadness
My soul burns, amidst the moment’s madness.
Inflamed, I write poems with my blood on a canvas
As my desires fade away into blackness.

The melancholic melodies flow when a part of me dies
I rhyme, while my palpable nightmares sear in my eyes.
People marvel, but none realize my trauma in my lullabies
For even my silent cries glide like poetic butterflies.

With my demons, I’m always engaged in conversations
As I’m impaled by my countless frustrations.
Life’s unpredictable situations rattle my patience
While my existence crumbles under others’ expectations.

Pragmatically as my anxiety & depression begin to surge
The boundaries of life & self-destruction begin to merge.
Tragedies of fate in various dimensions rapidly converge
Yet to fight all odds I still have an unvanquished urge.

As an ordinary quiet person, I may appear
For my lament, no soul shall ever hear.
Alone I silently confront my every fear;
Through my sufferings emerges as a smile, rather than a tear.

My heart’s sunshine may be replaced by a deadly frost
I’m destroyed but I refuse to go soft.
For I must rise after a fall, at any cost
Hence I smile rather than cry even when I feel lost.


Note: Some of the most agonizing setbacks are often expressed in terms of a smile rather than a tear that’s something which I learned as I’m going through a depressing phase of my life. To be honest, I was feeling emotionally lost, I virtually felt my existence fade away… So I thought of breaking my hiatus from writing and seeking solace in poetry. I hope I’m still capable of touching your lives as I try to decorate my darkness to inspire a sense of belief in others. For anyone going through a similar turmoil please remember to smile, fight, evolve & rediscover yourself. Never forget.. your value is beyond the understanding of others. ❤

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Your Silent Guardian

Blood carelessly drips from your open scar
While in darkness, you fade like a dying star,
I know you’ve been tortured by your fate’s sin
For I feel your soul bleed from within.

You might feel like an incomplete symphonic verse
Or perhaps like a lost star outcasted from a universe,
But my precious don’t stray away in sadness too far
For you are an entire universe blossoming within a star.

You might not see my face in happy times
You might not hear me while drinking delightful wines,
But when your demons scream on a depressing night
I’ll be holding your hand in your every fight.

So my precious, come & frivolously hold my hand
The agony of your aching soul I truly understand,
& unconditionally I’ll protect you, from every danger
For I’m your silent guardian & not a stranger.

Note: I’ve always felt that rather than asking for a blessing for ourselves, we should aim to be a blessing in someone else’s life. A blessing whose presence they might not see, hear or feel all the time, but they know that their blessing will be there for them when they need him/her the most. Whether I’m a blessing in someone’s life or not that is something I can’t comment on ( I certainly wasn’t a blessing in the life of my high school math teacher with the kind of headaches I might have given to her as a student lol xD ) but I certainly do try my best to protect my loved ones as a silent guardian. So this poem is an extension of my sentiments towards my loved ones (Family, friends, fellow bloggers & followers) hoping to convey that I guess I might not be able to flamboyantly express my love towards you, but deep down I do sincerely care about sustaining your smile.

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The Quiet Gentleman

Under the ambit of a million seraphic screeching stars
A quiet gentleman conceals his emotional scars.
Like an iceberg, floating in the endless oceans
Others fail to understand the beauty of his hidden emotions.

While the moonlight streams like pale fading dreams
The gentleman drowns in the trance of his silent screams.
He closes his eyes and the galaxies drop dead
As he dances with demons inside his head.

The gentleman isn’t a cold lifeless stone
but he’s around people who make him feel alone.
Perhaps his silence is his only comforting friend
Hence rather than lamenting, a fake smile is easier to pretend.

The silent sufferer feels like a misfit in this world
Where his true existence perhaps shall never get unfurled.
He keeps his insecurities buried, raging within
For others see his presence merely as a social sin.

Yet trapped in the tormenting prison of his silence
While he’s tortured by others’ judgemental violence.
He gathers his broken spirit, he quietly chooses to depart
As his silent tears bleed from his helpless heart.

In countless ways, he tried communicating with people every day
But perhaps they were deaf to what he wanted to say.
Perhaps the insensitive souls were heartlessly blind
To the fact that the quiet gentleman had, in fact, the loudest mind.


Note: “I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred ways” – Rumi. Yes, sometimes silent souls speak to us in countless ways but often we tend to ignore the beauty of their thoughts. Through this poem, I want to express how emotionally tormenting it can be for someone whose feelings are deep and intense like a bottomless ocean… yet people ignore and abandon them, just witnessing the tip of the iceberg. It’s absolutely heartwrenching…. for the person if we fail to fathom the true magnitude of their existence. Perhaps we should try to value and understand a person’s silence, as much as we probably would try to comprehend their words.  

Selflessly yours, 


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Come Rest In My Heart

Looking into your dreary eyes
I feel you bleed, from inside.
By life’s treachery you’ve been victimized
You silently scream as you’re traumatized.

Your hopes crumble to the floor
Broken & dead, amidst life’s ruthless roar.
You’re lifeless, behind a locked door
Hiding pain, with sadness your heart soars.

Your soul is tortured & torn apart
Haunted by nightmares, of the past.
But please don’t cry alone in the dark
Come friend, come rest in my heart.

Alone you fought & bled for years
To your teary tales, I lend my ears.
Give my eyes, with your burning tears
& tell me, all your ominous fears.

While you’re depressed, plagued by stress
On my chest, put your miseries to rest
Share the deep seas, of your sorrow
Because, your sorrow, I intend to borrow.

If the night is depressingly long
I’ll hold your hand, from dusk till dawn.
Please don’t cry alone in the dark
Come friend, come rest in my heart.


Note:- Often there is this emotional hunger within us to speak & express ourselves, sometimes this emotional hunger to be heard becomes so obsessive that we completely forget that listening to someone else’s misery is as important as expressing ourselves. It is due to this insensitive & selfish trait of ours that people have stopped expressing the true magnitude of their pain to anyone because none is there to listen to their agony. I wrote this poem as I realized that there are people around me who are going through an emotional struggle be it due to some disease, heartbreak, past stigmas or death of a loved one. Through the medium of this poem, I just wish to express to those people that their might be times when I might not always be able to provide the best of advice to them, but I’ll always be there to listen to their problems with compassion. I’m always there to listen & emotionally support anyone going through any kind of emotional distress.

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She (Collab With Tejasvi)

I see an angel disguised as a simple girl,
Whose heart is as pure as a shining pearl,
She glides like a graceful gentle dove,
In her soul flows the river of unconditional love.

She is a caged, tormented, beautiful bird,
Yet she weaves love in her every word,
She remains to be your most faithful ally,
All she desires is to fly free in the sky.

Yet her sky is filled with dark grey clouds,
That rain down on her earth, judgmental crowds,
Her every move is observed and mocked,
At every step, her self-esteem is rocked.

Benevolently, she turns deadly venom into an elixir of life,
While her desires get slaughtered under the society’s knife,
She’s a warm blooming paradise on this cold earth,
Yet she’s in a constant war to justify her worth.

She walks on broken glass, a thousand miles,
She hides her sufferings behind fake smiles,
Her silence overhauls her painful screams,
As subliminally she sacrifices all her dreams.

She dreams of a land of paradise,
Where for her heart she’ll be recognized,
She yearns to change this patriarchal world,
But you reduce her existence to a silly little girl.

In your eyes, she is a mere prize to be won,
A mindless doll with whom you can have fun,
But there is more to her than you think
She’s an endless ocean of love, in her, you may sink.

She isn’t a weak, powerless, fragile flower
In any career, she can demonstrate her
Compassionately motivate her & abolish her fears,
You can be the one, who wipes her silent tears.

Please her true worth, you try to understand
Support her by always extending a helping hand;
& don’t you, degrade her, amongst your social clan
For she’s your creator, who gives birth to a man.

Note: This one goes out to all the lovely females who are the secret architects of our happiness. We barely fathom the amount of invisible effort that females put in to sustain the joy in our lives. Along with my words, my heart and soul bows in respect to females who have touched my life with kindness. I had the great pleasure to collaborate with Tejasvi for writing this poem, do read her version of the poem it’s magnificent. Please visit her blog she weaves magic with her rhymes >>>

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Selflessly yours,


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Dear Fake B*tch

Dear Fake B*tch,

You try to enter my life as a poetic prophet
With your lies you craft sonnet after sonnet.
But reality strikes like a cosmic comet
& now it’s ironic how your every word makes me vomit.

You flirt with your every false sugarcoated phrase
You try to deceive me with your manipulate ways.
But I’ll strike you so hard like a tsunami wave
That even Casanova shall weep in his grave.

For I can see you lie through your teeth
I can feel your artificialness as you breathe.
I can hear the hollowness of the words you speak
& now the future of your falsehood seems bleak.

Behind your plastic smile, you hide your hate
With few likes on Instagram, you think you are great.
But mate, this misconception you need to decimate
For you’re more obnoxious than a pervert who loves to masturbate

On many innocent souls, you may have thrown darts
& with your pretense, you may have played with many hearts.
But I’m a savage psychopath possessing poetic arts
& my pen’s got more fire than your pathetic private parts.

Hope my words imprint on you like an impaling tattoo
& remember as long as the oceans are blue.
I’d always prefer to be a lone wolf, who is true
Rather than be a fake b*tch like you.

Note: First let me clear this up, this poem ain’t targeting any gender in particular but instead it intends to disgrace the mentality of being fake. Comedy has never been my forte by any sense of imagination, but based on high demand for something humorous on my Instagram. I tried to explore a savage side of myself as I intended to lyrically roast the fake people that are there in the modern-day society. Please like, comment and subscribe to my blog! I would love to know what you think about this poem or if you ever had an encounter with a fake person in your life.

Selflessly yours,


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The Black Book

Many nights ago in the kingdom of my nightmare
I walked in darkness compelled with utter despair.
Thoughtlessly as I wandered piercing the gloomy dark
I felt demons whispering their visions inside my heart.

This ghastly vista dazzled like an illuminated ivory
As in a corner, I found a shadowy library.
I entered the literary cathedral haunted by silence
& my every step drew me to imaginary violence.

Amidst the tranquil chaos of the terrorizing night
A black book sparkled under the solitary light.
It’s shinning black leather cover allured me towards it
I approached it as my curiosity overwhelmed my crumbled grit.

The cover of the black book within me instilled fear
Amidst my intrigued hubris towards it, I went near.
In blood-red, the title said “Perhaps You Won’t Understand”
& revering the challenge, towards it I stretched my hand.

As the first page, I was about to turn
I imagined the terror tales with which my brain may burn.
I wondered the venomous words that may tantalize my soul
I was about to read the secrets the black book holds.

Upon unfurling the ominous book to my delirious delight
My doubting eyes were blessed with the most beautiful sight.
The ominous book was decorated with artistic rhymes
& every page consisted of endless poetic paradigms.

For every page that blossomed like a seraphic bud
The artist wrote his last rhyme with his own blood
“This black book isn’t for the outer-beauty seeking lover
Its grace is for those who don’t judge it by its cover”

I smiled as a tear trickled from my eye
As the horror of my heart began to die.
Perhaps we all are like that beautiful black book
For our inner beauty is killed by other’s judgemental outlook.

Note: They say don’t judge the book by its cover, then why do we judge other individuals based on the various aspects of his/her life; ignoring the beauty that breathes within them? A person truly rises in life by touching the hearts of others so be compassionate & understanding rather than judgmental towards others. If you enjoyed this post, then I humbly request you to please like, comment & follow.

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On a night when shattered stars above me assembled
I looked in your eyes that glowed like a ghastly emerald.
I realized the ominous look on your face
As you wanted to torment me with your grace.

With my love, towards you as I stretched
But in you, the devil had his shadow sketched.
As the devil violently played his vicious violin
His sin began to slither underneath your skin.

All the angels went mute in heavens above
As you danced to the devil’s flute and killed our love.
Seeing your betrayal while I crumbled to the floor
In cold blood my existence you decided to ignore.

In the illusion of love, I treated you like my goddess
Yet your love towards me was just a false promise.
You couldn’t fathom my love, you didn’t have a clue
But congratulations, you killed someone who worshipped you.

How easily you forgot the moments that we shared
How carelessly you forgot that about you I sincerely cared.
Yet you smiled as you set my bleeding being on fire
While with searing tears I witnessed our bond expire.

I’ll never forget how abandoning me, away you turned
While under the shattered stars I screamed and burned.
I’ll never forget how you became the author of my pain
As you ruined me with that feeling of disdain.


Note: The most tragic thing about the feeling of disdain is that most of the times.. that emotion is ignited by the people whom we love. It’s a tormenting feeling when the people you adore are the ones who become the authors of your agony. Nothing is worse than the feeling of being unworthy and unwanted by the very same people for whom you care. This poem intends to address that feeling. 

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Poem Part 2/2: Recovery

While his life is a living nightmare
His bleeding soul is dismantled with despair.
Annihilated as he lays ruined beyond repair
He tries to shrug his plight to answer someone’s prayer.

Surrounded by the parasites and the bitter lies
He witnesses the earnest request in someone’s eyes.
Although some angels are nothing but devils in disguise
Still to help someone he chooses to rise.

Impaled by the betrayals of the past
He feels his scar that still bleed frivolously aghast.
He knows his sufferings would forever last
Yet he makes the purpose of his recovery outlast.

As compassion again blooms in his membrane
Someone’s dreams he wants to sustain.
The broken soul smiles amidst his searing pain
While to someone a helping hand he extends again.

Perhaps daily his hopes will embrace the grip of death
& unforgiving life will question his vulnerable soul’s every aspect.
Yet he’ll fight his demons to his last breath
Yet from his ruin, he’ll rise to earn respect.

Though his bleeding scars make him feel unworthy
Still, his wounded spirit now embarks on a journey.
Through his darkness towards his light, he makes a discovery
As he realizes, being ruined was the path to his recovery.

Note: Today was an emotionally challenging day for me as today 5 years ago… life took my dad away from me. 5 years ago today was the day when I died emotionally within for the first time. It was perhaps the first time when I felt psychologically I was ruined beyond repair. Today in the memory of my dad, I chose to give the gift of life to someone who might be going through a similar struggle between life and death. Life ruins us all in some way or the other, but I guess we become the authors of our own recovery when we choose to step on that feeling of being ruined in order to help others. We recover when we wipe someone’s tears, rather than crying ourselves. ❤


Poem Part 1/2: Ruined

Deep into the melancholy of a shattered night
A man silently suffered from his psychological plight.
Like a lone star in the darkness, he was everyone’s light
& so he burnt out his soul, to bring others delight.

His hopes & dreams walked on broken glass
For he was the helpless clown that made others laugh.
Being the merchant of love, his kindness none could surpass
Yet his being was reduced to a lost forgotten photograph.

He was the man whom everyone used to gradually replace
Which often made him think his life was a pathetic disgrace.
Yet with compassion every suffering soul he used to embrace
Only to be backstabbed & fall with a tear-stained face.

All his suttle acts of goodness were often ignored
& every bitter betrayal his bleeding soul used to record.
Though being the silent protector was something he adored
Yet abandoned he now stood under the fate’s fiendish sword.

Impaled, intoxicated and overwhelmed with a feeling of disdain
The madness of the moment now burns his brain
While sadness slithers through his every vein
His misery makes him helpless and insane.

For his life that sears within like an endless nightmare
By the decimation of his every unanswered prayer.
Now to breathe in a new death, his soul must prepare
Because perhaps tonight… he’s ruined beyond repair.


Note: They say only the shattered souls are capable of giving with utmost humility to others because they know what’s it like to be broken and incomplete. Would request my readers to appreciate the giving aspect of such broken spirits, don’t unintentionally further break them by making them feel undervalued and unwanted. Your one act of generosity and kindness can make a world of difference for someone. ❤

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Quote: Her Soul

Note: A few days ago, a friend of mine was looking into some fashion magazine and she was deeply concerned about her looks, it seemed as if she felt inferior to others. She expressed to me, that she felt her grace is fading away as the wheel of time carelessly moves on. So this quote is dedicated to all the females, who like my friend get insecure about their looks. Your beauty lies in your soul, it can’t be limited to mirrors and makeup boxes. The treasure of your being can’t be limited to your physique, your true treasure is in the goodness of your heart. Rather than the fancy diamond necklaces, your greatest jewel is your smile that can illuminate this cursed cold world of ours, with a warm majestic light of hope. To all the females out there, I unconditionally adore, value and respect you, for who you are. Please believe in the beauty that breathes within you. ❤

Quote: Incomplete


Note: There are days when you emotionally broken and incomplete… There are days when you feel the darkness is too much to handle. I know it’s easier said than done, but I want you to have faith in yourself; because like a beautiful crescent sparkling in the night sky, you too might be someone’s beacon of hope in their hour of darkness.    
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The Unsung Heroes (Collab with Ameet)

My verses: 

Amidst the terrorizing tranquility of the night
A knight emerged through the darkest hour’s plight.
Despite the fact, his own fears began to take flight
Yet to protect his loved ones he knew he had to fight.

The knight had taken the onus to shield their nest
He carried the expectations of others on his chest.
To ensure others are able to calmly dream and rest
Secretly depriving himself of sleep, he put his soul to test.

The knight chose a crown of thorns, though he deserved a throne
For others, he confronted and withstood life’s every cyclone.
Sacrificing his happiness, others sorrow he preferred to own
For being the lone wolf, he fought & walked alone.

When devils riding nightmares approached his door
They tried to burn everyone’s hopes to the floor.
The warrior in him began to rage and roar
To defend others’ dreams he emerged ready for war.

The bloodthirsty demons began to intimidate and scream
They exhibited the wrath of their diabolical schemes.
Yet amidst the chaos to protect others’ every dream
The knight pushed his being to, surreal extremes.

He was wounded and scared yet his intentions were clear
He knew he was deprived of the luxury of shedding tears.
He impaled all the devils and nightmares with his spear
That night for others, he conquered all his fears.

Though he hides his wounds from the crowd
Though over his head there is always a dark cloud.
But whenever demons howl at his loved ones, aloud
The unsung hero shall rise unbroken and unbowed.


Ameet’s Verses:
A boy, younger than the rest,
Has brains amongst the best,
Every time He looks out of his nest,
He thinks of the goal of life, lest,
Everyone sleeps, the people rest,
The enemy feels the chance is best,
So who would look after their nest?
So let me not sleep tonight or lest…
The adult boy now serves his mother,
He stays awake for the sleep of others,
What happens next, he doesn’t bother,
He is awake, the thought is soother,
Look after yourself, advises his mother,
You are my only hope, there’s no other,
But courageous he is, nothing to bother,
Sacrificing dreams, other lives soother…
I salute you! O, Child! O my brother!
Words have stopped pouring further,
So put my pen to rest and smother
Your family, your child is no other…


Note: Sometimes there are people who protect us from the things that may harm us in any imaginable ways. Yet we fail to appreciate and value such guardian angels in our lives. They are the unsung heroes, who secretly sacrifice a fragment of their souls with a smile for us. These poems are dedicated to all people who at some point have felt like unsung heroes in the lives of their loved ones. 

I had the pleasure to collaborate with Ameet Kothari. He’s a wonderful blogger and possesses a beautiful soul. Do check out his blog >>>>>  ameetkothari.wordpress.com 

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Tonight I’ll Burn

On this tearful twilight, a dream I shall pulverize
For you were my unattainable desire, deceptive lies.
You were a living nightmare in disguise
Tonight I’ll burn.. dreams of you, that dribble in my eyes.

Perhaps I had made an impulsive dreadful start
When I regarded you as the goddess of my heart.
Yet holding someone else’s hand you chose to depart
Tonight I’ll burn… our past, that tears me apart.

Maybe I’m a poet and not a cheesy flirt
Maybe that’s why you chose to toss my love in the dirt.
Hope you have a happy life with that lustful pervert
Tonight I’ll burn… the torment, of my hurt.

I used to write letters for you night and day
Hoping that my love would make you stay.
Yet abandoning me, you decided to drift away
Tonight I’ll burn… those words, I didn’t get to say.

Was it a sin, if my love was true?
Perhaps that’s why you beat me black and blue.
Recalling the sufferings, you made me go through
Tonight I’ll burn… the memory, of you!


Note: When a man opens his heart to love, he also opens his arms to embrace its vulnerability. There is an old Urdu saying  “In the illusion of love, I often saw her as my Goddess. I guess that illusion broke the day she said to me that Goddesses do not belong just a mere mortal.” That perhaps sums it up … It wasn’t her fault … I respect her decision & now I burn her memories as I decide to move on.  

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The Iceberg

Under the pale moonlight, every night in the dark.
A man would secretly bleed in his heart.
Surrounded by his ghosts that were long dead
He danced with his demons inside his head.

There was a time when he used to smile
& wiping others’ tears, to him seemed worthwhile.
His heart was selfless and divinely pure
Hence embracing others’ chaos, he chose to endure.

He stood like an unbreachable shield
As he tried to protect others in life’s battlefield.
Amidst the madness and the raging spell of violence
He witnessed the endless torment wrapped in his silence.

Victimized by his fiendish fate’s cruel craft
Gradually he became a prisoner of his past.
Yet about his insecurities he had never spoken
Regarding his bleeding wounds, he gave no token.

He is an iceberg that floats in the water
Submerging his sufferings, he hides his emotional slaughter.
His calmness is all that, the world can view
But none can see, what the f*ck he’s been through!

Sometimes for him, it’s easier to pretend
As his true form others can never comprehend.
The hidden depths of his existence can’t be felt
For he’s the iceberg that shall never melt.

Note: I know I’m writing after a long time, but this is something that I wrote not just with broken words but also with some bleeding tears. You see, we can’t fake the traces of our blood when our soul bleeds. This is perhaps who I am … an iceberg. You may witness my fake smile but sometimes what I show you is only the tip of the iceberg. Perhaps you’ll never get to fathom the insecurities that consume me. It’s not your fault though, because for me it’s easier to pretend than to express the agony that envelops me. Just wondering, if there are some other ‘icebergs’ who can relate to this.

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