The Underdog’s Fight Song

I see a wounded underdog cry at night
For his traumas scream in his sleep.
If only you could witness his nightmares take flight
Perhaps you’d join him for a weep.

His demons like crouched tigers corner him in the dark
& the silent suffer, has his back against the wall.
His fears rage a storm in his heart
As he breaks, his soul begins to crumble & fall.

The endless expectations crush his shoulder
As failure rapes his confidence from within.
The madness of the moment rattles his composure
While his insecurities slither wildly underneath his skin.

Victimized by his fiendish fate’s violence
He lays vulnerably, in a pool of bloody memories & tears.
Yet the underdog licks his wounds in silence
With an earnest urge to conquer his fears.

His head bleeds but remains unbowed
As he slowly crawls up back on his feet.
With a spirit of redemption, he roars aloud
For the underdog knows, he wasn’t born to accept defeat.

His scars bleed songs of glory
As a metamorphosis is palpably visible in his eyes.
Perhaps someday, people will know his story
But for now, the warrior in him begins to rise.

The serendipity of this agony seems surreal
While towards a war, his pride makes him march on.
Against his demons, he may bleed, but he’ll never kneel
Because till his last breath, he’ll sing his fight song.

 

Note: There have been countless instances when I’ve had my back to the wall & the odds were stacked against me while I constantly found myself trying to justify & rediscover my true capabilities in life as an underdog. This poem is dedicated to everyone who at some point in their lives felt like an underdog. As an underdog we sometimes fail, the level of expectations of other loved ones seems unreal & we are often plagued by our fears but it’s precisely at this juncture that I want you to believe in your potential even when things don’t seem right. Please always take a stand to protect your pride, honor & dreams because “I failed” is more honorable than “I quit”. Hail & embrace the determination of the underdog that breathes with you! ❤ 

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Quote: Perception

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Note: There are times when people label & categorize your existence in their heads even though they are oblivious to all the aspects of your situation. They tend to create a false image of you, but my precious don’t let this affect the beauty that breathes & dwells within you. None can truly understand your journey for they can’t walk in your shoes. At the end of the day, you are answerable solely & only to the person you see in the mirror( i.e. yourself). Let the cynics & naysayers think what they want to think about you, their impression of you isn’t your reality. Work in silence & let your success roar about your reality.   

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Quote: Incomplete

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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.

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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…

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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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Quote: Bravery

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Note: This quote is inspired by a conversation I had with one of my followers on Instagram. She thought I was quite brave as a person because she never saw me flinch with fear but honestly speaking, at the end of the day I too am a human. There are situations when I break from within feeling scared, not knowing what might happen but I stare at my demons right in the eye because I know every fear, every agony has a purpose. Just like my demons I too have a purpose – & that is to learn from them by confronting them. So my point is bravery isn’t about the lack of fear, it’s about having the intent to bite the bullet when deep down your heart trembles with terror. Please let me know what’s your perception/ definition of bravery, I would love to hear from you. ❤

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Roses’ Fragrance

Fading like a lost dream, at night
I wandered alone through life’s gloomy street,
I strolled under the pale moonlight,
Not knowing what mystery I shall greet;
Amid the night’s howling breeze,
I walked, past the dense forest trees.

Behind the mountain, near the sea,
There came a valley of roses on the way,
& a million petals bloomed symmetrically for me;
As some mystic message, they wished to convey,
At the moment’s blissful beauty I gazed
For a mortal, couldn’t help but be amazed.

Past their thorns, they dribbled their scent,
& their sacred fragrance reached for my heart,
Healing my troubled soul’s painful lament
Through their perfumed majestic work of art.
Despite their thorns, their alluring aroma still did last,
Perhaps even with my flaws, such magic I too can cast.

Often when demons dance in my brain
Shattered, alone, when I’m in a depressed state
My weary soul walks through the roses again;
& I realize that I’m the master of my fate,
My bleeding soul heals with a soothing patience,
For its scars get kissed by the roses’ fragrance.

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Note: Rose has a flower as always captivated me because, despite its thorns, it still stands as a symbol of eternal grace. I personally feel that in its own beautiful way it teaches us that we shouldn’t let our flaws/shortcomings eclipse the inner goodness that resides within us. I hope that the fragrance of your heart mesmerizes others because regardless of what you might think about yourself, I know that your heart is nothing less than a blooming rose! ❤

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Dream (Collab With Rulla)

Life was rattled by tumultuous thunder and vicarious rain
Existence was dark, dreary, numb wrapped in pain,
Tears profusely dripped down, sorrow drove me insane,
No hope, no light, remained in my spiritual membrane.

On the dark night’s seraphic shore
While my broken hopes burnt on the floor.
Trapped in the destiny’s ravaging roar
A divine desire, breathed life into me, like never before.

Nightmares had terrorized my helpless soul at night,
Insomnia bruised my dreams’ innocent flight,
Blinded by darkness, just when I lost my sight
A spark of passion, galvanized my lost soul to fight.

Agony’s venom had dribbled through my every vein
& incorruptible madness had slaughtered my brain.
Although I burnt in my fate’s fiendish flame
Reborn, like a phoenix, from my ashes I rose again.

Here, as the pale moon blatantly beams
& the stars’ shining spears sinfully stream.
While the devil inside my head violently screams
My resurrected soul fights to protect my dream.

Even though fate ripped my bleeding soul apart
My enlightened message imbued hope in my heart.
Now with an unbroken spirit, I make a fresh start
With my radiant vision, I pierce through the dark.

Note: There is a desire, a vision, a fantasy… a dream that dribbles in the eye of every mortal & this poem hopes to reach out to the dreamer that resides in every one of us.There are times when attaining our dream seems virtually impossible & a feeling of helpless might trouble our hopeless soul, but based on my personal experience would just like to say that please do not give up on your dream, do not turn your back on what your heart truly aspires because a life without a dream is like an existence without a meaningful purpose. Work towards it, protect it, resurrect it if required & I hope someday all your dreams turn into reality. ❤

I had the honor to collaborate with Rulla Alani who is a wordsmith of the highest order & is capable of weaving a mesmerizing magical spell with her words. Please do check out her blog >>> Rulla Alani

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Broken Wings

They say in our realm a divine bird did dwell
Whom the angels addressed as Raphael.
His songs made every man’s heart swell
At least that’s what the ancient legends tell.

They say Raphael’s spiritual soul illuminated our sun
& the beasts hearing his mystic voice did run.
The moon blushed whenever his melody begun
& the stars in awe were left sparkling stunned.

Once flying across the night’s dark shore
Raphael was trapped amidst a storm’s ruthless roar
The vicious winds broke his wings to the core
It seemed the radiant Raphael couldn’t fly anymore.

From falling down, Raphael couldn’t avert
Like a meteor, his body violently crashed on earth.
His body ached, as all his veins were brutally hurt
Raphael was physically decimated in the dirt.

Amidst his tormenting pain, Raphael didn’t cry
Not a single tear dropped from his eye.
With his broken wings, he tried to fly
Impaling the storm he reached for the sky.

Although Raphael wasn’t physically the same
Yet a hopeful song in his bosom did remain.
He sang that hopeful carol that eclipsed his pain
A superlative song… that thrilled every mortal’s brain.

Hence, whenever we feel dead inside
Amidst the pain, we must learn to smile.
Even with our broken wings we must rise
For true grace comes at a painful price.

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Note: Through the medium of Raphael the bird in this poem I wished to convey that in life our hopes are like our wings with the help of which we dream & we fly, but there comes a time when we are confronted with unpredictable stormy situations in our lives that break our hopes. When we are battered & bruised by fate’s unpredictable twist we mustn’t forget about our goodness, our inner beauty that resides in our hearts. We must rise with hope & courage not only to evolve as a stronger individual but also to conquer the various stormy situations in lives without compromising on our dreams.

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The Knife

I remember that wretched night
When in darkness, bitterly, I cried
& at my despair, my demons smiled
That helpless night…. I had a knife.

I questioned my existence’s purpose
As I felt like a hopeless clown in a circus.
Corrupted by the problems of my life
That helpless night…. I had a knife.

With tears streaming from my eyes
On my nerve, I placed the knife.
Like a bee yearns nectar, from a bud
The knife yearned the taste of my blood.

I had a dark desire to use the knife
But flashed before me my mother’s eyes.
I slowly realized, my life could impact other lives
& this decimated the seduction of the knife.

I understood the value of my life
As amidst the pain, I learnt to smile.
For others, I decided to rise
That night….. I threw away the knife.

Note: From the depths of darkness & depression, our life gets plagued by negative thoughts. I admit I too had suicidal thoughts few years ago. So this poem is a slight peek into my past & also hopes to serve as a message to anyone who might be going through a similar traumatic struggle. To me every life counts, no matter how depressing the situation might be always remember that your mere existence is the reason as to why someone smiles. So why indulge in an act that replaces, that “someone’s” smile with tears of despair? The knife in this poem is not just an entity but the very embodiment of suicidal thoughts that corrupt & stab the very soul of a depressed person. I urge all my readers to be understanding & compassionate towards the troubles that anyone around them faces. Please show the troubled souls that you care, so that none ever picks up a knife due to depression & helplessness.

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My Inner Demon (Collab With Riya)

A defeatist thought, a silent night
Makes me doubt all my will and might.
Optimism is obstructed by my psychological plight
I’m defenseless against a demon, that I fear to fight.

This inner demon, has corrupted my mind’s peace
& my torture-tainted spirit, has broken down to its knees.
The demon decimates me, to extreme degrees
Every day it grows like a cancerous disease.

I fight for each breath smothered by utter blackness
Imprisoned in this inescapable grip of my darkness.
I feel a slave to this melancholic madness
While everyone is oblivious to my silent suffocating sadness.

My heart palpitates with the fear of the unknown
Mocked, abandoned… I stand vulnerable & alone.
I hopelessly drown in a world of my own
While my existence reduces to a lifeless stone.

Numb & haunted, I lay in my bed
As this demon screams inside my head.
Although emotionally I feel as if I’m dead
Yet embracing my inner light, this layer of darkness I shed.

While a vicious internal battle awaits to begin
My inner beast starts to crawl underneath my skin.
Amidst the chaos, I seek my inner light within
& impaling my demon, I quietly celebrate my win.

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Note: They say if you are able to defeat your inner demons, then the threat of the external demons seem meaningless. There are times when we get victimized by our inner demons in the form of stress, depression, anxiety or other psychological problems. I’ve danced with my share of demons in the past & based on my personal experience, I just want to say to possibly someone else who might be going through a similar phase of life; that please don’t lose hope. Your loved ones may abandon you, society, in general, may mock at your misery, but please never forget that you are & always will be bigger than your inner demons. May you impale your demons & the naysayers with your incorruptible fortitude! ❤   

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A Letter To Future Self (2018)

Dear Future Self,

Blinded by reminiscent visions of the past glittering in my eyes today, my pen bleeds the following thoughts for you.

There’ll be days when you’ll get shivers looking into the mirror, knowing that life savagely awaits to decimate your dreams. At various junctures of your existence, amidst the pandemonium & madness, you’ll feel as if you are fading into blackness. Some people will turn their back on as you try to reach out to them & some peoples’ lives will be mercilessly taken away from you. There will be moments when you want to cry but you can’t because in the darkest hour you are someone’s ray of hope. Trapped in the various dimensions of life, carrying your demons, you might aimlessly walk in the depths of darkness with your wounded soul.

Dear future self, please remember that life in itself is a delightful dream so never cry over your broken dreams, instead continue to dream big & work accordingly with a hopeful heart. If you ever feel as if you are fading into blackness, if you ever feel as if you are lost in the crowd; then secretly with a smile do your bit to touch the lives of people around you, without them even knowing about it while you quietly fade away. Possess a desire to have a heart that blooms like a rose, a heart whose grace & fragrance captivates others till the day it stops beating.

Remember the way you felt when people turned their back on you, never forget the painful separations so that you can unflinchingly extend a helping hand to any troubled soul around you. In life while you wear your crown of thorns don’t moan about your deprivation from the luxury of crying, instead please understand that you are blessed with the gift of creating smiles for others. Lastly, learn to dance with your demons so that you can decorate your darkness in such a way that your inner light shines through & causes pleasure to others. It’s okay if none is around to wipe your silent tears, you should still aim to spread smiles for others.

Yours Truly,
Present Self

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Note: A few days ago as I grew a year older, I reflected on my life & my past. Surely I can’t change my past now but by summarizing & introspecting it I felt that I could learn a lot from it & hopefully can create a better future for myself. Based on my understanding of my past, I thought of expressing my feelings in the form of this post. I hope this post can touch your life or make you smile in some way as well.

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The Mask

I saw you shuffling on a dark dreary night
As you drew away from everyone’s sight.
From everyone you tried to hide your plight
With your demons as you had a fight.

Ensuring your traumatic tales didn’t reach anyone’s ears
You removed the mask, that you wore for years.
Concealing your depression, you drank your tears
You burnt, you bled, dreaming about your fears.

Wearing your mask, you would skillfully pretend
As on you, others used to frivolously depend.
A helping hand you would always extend
Instilling hope, other’s broken dreams you intended to mend.

With time your mask got engraved on your skin
Behind your mask, emotionally you died within.
Although alone you suffered from fate’s diabolical sin
Yet flashing fake smiles, you held up your chin.

While your soul gets annihilated with pain
You bury your demons inside your brain.
Your crown of thorns you rise to attain
Amidst the chaos, your mask you wear again.

About your problems, people will never have a clue
Even if life may bruise you black & blue.
They’ll never understand what you’ve been through
Because they selflessly, can’t wear the mask as you.

Note: There are times when for the sake of your loved ones’ happiness it’s easier to pretend a fake smile than to express the true magnitude of your sadness to them. It’s at this juncture of life when one chooses to wear a mask. A mask that although can kill us from within as we try to hide our tears behind it, but it can also craft smiles for others as it imbues hope in the hearts of our loved ones that everything is alright & that they can depend on us. This poem deals with the emotional turmoil that goes behind that mask that all of us adorn every now and then.

If you have ever been in a situation where you had to wear such kind of mask & would like to talk about it, to get it off your chest then please feel free to leave a comment, because behind every mask there is a story & behind every hidden tear there is an opportunity to transform it into a splendid smile. 🙂

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Quote: Poisonous Hate

Note: There are times when you realize that the people whom you considered as angels in your life are nothing but deceiving sinful serpents, who want to emotionally annihilate you. However, based on my personal experience I urge you to channelize that hate in such a way that it becomes the fuel that ignites a burning desire of fortitude within you. Don’t let anyone’s poisonous hate corrupt the goodness that vests within you. ❤

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A Quiet Man’s Parasite

A Quiet Man’s Parasites

On a day when the sun threw it’s shining spears
Quietly, a gentleman broke down in tears.
He had suffered emotionally for many years
For his near & dear ones, crafted his fears.

Possessing a pure heart, oh so gracefully grand
The sinless soul, always extended a helping hand.
But people poisoned him, with their deceiving demands
& to his own problems, none wished to understand.

People took for granted, his kind deeds
Like parasites, they savaged him with their needs.
Like predators, they enjoyed seeing his heart bleed
They smirked when for mercy he used to plead.

Now back into his eternal darkness, turning
All his bloody soul within him, burning.
With smothering sadness within him, churning
He screamed in silence when none was observing.

He tears their parasitic roots from his heart
He silently cries, being wounded in the dark.
He leaves the tranquility of his torture unbroken
As he reflects on all the lies to him that was spoken.

He abandons the parasitic people who had betrayed
From those parasites, he silently drifts away.
Going his separate, way to them he says
F*** you all & have a nice day.

Parting away, as he states this bitter-sweet wish
He crawls, in his tormented radiant bliss.
To his parasites, he blows a final farewell kiss
He gives them a taste of love, that they’ll forever miss.

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Note: I had this insecurity, this fear… of loosing out people that I adored, but with time people that I adored did go away but that fear & that insecurity didn’t. There comes a time when fake people try to manipulate you feeding off on your weaknesses & insecurities. In such situations those people act like parasites who feed off your well-being in order to fulfill their sinful desires. Through the medium of this poem I just wish to convey that we all are complete in our own majestic way, we don’t need any fake person to justify our existence. Just like it’s important to lending hand to someone in need, similarly I feel it’s equally important to turn your back on someone who doesn’t value you as an individual. Don’t let anyone degrade your unique sense of individuality . ❤

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Quote: Stars’ Shine

 Note: At some point of our lives we all are smothered by darkness, but instead of being intoxicated with a feeling of utter helplessness, we must embrace the hostility of the situation in such a way that we evolve as stronger individuals. For it is the mysterious depth of darkness that makes the stars shine beyond their true capacity.

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Dance With The Devil (Collab With Jyoti)

Dance with the Devil

Upon a night that was dark & scary
A scented angel sat alone & teary.
Enveloped in darkness’ depths, she felt dreary
As her wild thoughts made her weak & weary.

She dreamt a dark fantasy, never dreamt before
Of a devil, that resided in her bosom’s core.
Of a beast, who amidst darkness encouraged her to explore
Of a demon, whose mere thought she adored.

That night, while the moon beamed
She felt the devil’s breath in her sleep.
She danced with the devil in her dream
Yet in reality, he was nowhere in her reach.

The devil also wanted to dance with her
His heart ached & pain within him did stir.
For the fantasy of their union, was depressingly blur
Hence admiring the angel from a distance, he preferred.

But every night when the stars gracefully gleam
& as the angel descends into her sleep.
The devil’s breath upon her, she feels
& she dances with the devil, in her dreams.

Note: There are bonds that sometimes can’t be defined in terms of relations, yet the emotions of love in those bonds are so overwhelming that they complete the core of our existence. This poem tries to highlight the fantasy of pain & hopes that formulate an integral part of such bonds. In this poem I had the pleasure of collaborating with Jyoti she’s a magnificent writer, please do visit her blog>>> https://jyotithelight.wordpress.com/ I’m sure you’ll love her writings.

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Quotes: False Illusions

Note: Sometimes our desires & hopes are nothing but mere false illusions, but as the wheel of time carelessly moves on these false illusions become a part of existence to such an extent that when they die amidst the raging roar of the ruthless reality, a part of us dies along with them.. I being a victim of such false illusions have virtually died a new death each day in the past, so based on my personal experience to fellow dreamers like me would just like to say that dare to craft dreams with love and compassion but please don’t be a salve to false illusions.

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