Quote : The Luxury of Crying

 

Note: Sometimes the ability to express sorrow is form of a blessing for a depressed soul. Please let’s be compassionate towards the pain & agony of other people around us. Let us unite to be sympathetic towards each other’s misery so that we can at some point change the tears of sorrow into tears of joy for one another. 

A Woman’s Tears

Through all those shattered nights
She was a victim of diabolical fights.  
I see a woman secretly shed tears
Alone, a woman confronts her fears.

Tears rapidly dribble down her face
Yet she carries herself with dignity & grace.
I see a woman secretly shed tears
Alone, a woman confronts her fears.

Her tears are, her messages from the soul
The horrors of her past & pain untold.
I see a woman secretly shed tears
Alone, a woman confronts her fears.

Every now & then her heart’s hope dies
& her despair seems to be immortalized.
Yet for her loved ones, she decides to rise
Secretly drinks her tears & for them she smiles.

Shedding tears, doesn’t mean she is weak
Survivor she is, her bravery is mystique.
I see a woman wipe her tears
the braveheart gears up, to battle her fears.

Someday society would treat her with respect
Someday society would admire her selfless aspect.
That day with joy, her eyes would have tears
when she won’t be alone in battling her fears.

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Note:- A woman’s tears say more than words can ever express. Females hide their own misery in order to be the harbingers of happiness in the lives of people around them. The fact that a woman cries alone doesn’t mean that she is weak or helpless, it basically means that she doesn’t want the negativity of her personal miseries to have an impact on the happiness of others around her.This poem of mine glorifies the selfless nature of a woman & hopes to inspire my readers to respect females from all walks of life.  

A Bleeding Rose

A bleeding rose grows in my heart
As from my life, you depart.
Petals of my rose are bloody red
while your love towards me, is dead.

I’m a helpless victim of my darkest fears
Still I value your smile, more than my tears.
Petals of my rose are bloody red
while your love towards me, is dead.

My bleeding rose shall grow in your memory
From shackles of my love you’re free.
Petals of my rose are bloody red
While your love towards me, is dead.

The thorns of the rose pierce my soul
In life as I am left all alone
In my hands the bleeding rose, I  hold
Blood flows to express the pain untold

Inseparable we were , yet now we part
Wish you’re happy as you make a new start.
Petals of my rose are bloody red
While your love towards me, is dead.

With my bleeding rose for you I’ll wait
For your return in my life, my soulmate.
Then my rose won’t be bloody red
Then your love towards me, won’t be dead.  

 

Note: Yes relationships are complicated but sometimes in a bond ‘letting go’ is as important as ‘standing by’, for love can’t measure it’s own depth until the moment of separation arrives. So this poem aims at highlighting the aspect of giving space in a bond & if need be accepting the separation with a humble heart. Rather than emotionally dramatizing the whole situation. 

 

 

Lone Heart’s Lullaby

 

I sit in the coldest corner of the room
As loneliness corrupts my life’s bloom.
My shadow is my lone friend
Haunted  by loneliness this nightmare won’t end.

I once had a life full of zeal
But now it’s just a past memory.
Now my life is a diabolical curse
A living nightmare, that just gets worse.

In my darkness, I am my own prisoner
People still consider me as a social sinner.
Out of insecurity, to people I used to cling
They vanished, but the fear of losing them didn’t.

Lone warrior I am, confronting my fears
Forging forward, with my burning tears.
Amidst this personal darkness of mine
Like a burning, bright star I will shine.
I know, I’m not perfect for this world
but why should my existence be blurred.
come hell or high waters, I will fight
overpowering darkness, my inner light will rise.

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Note:- Being a loner myself in the past, somewhere down the line my life was driven by an insecurity of loosing out on the people I love. Like the seasons those loved ones changed as well , they vanished from my life but even they parted, a memory of theirs lingered within me. They went out of my life, but the fear of loosing them didn’t. So this poem is from the point of view of a loner, it deals with the psychology of a loner, his outlook to life & his self awakening to the fact that our life isn’t driven by people around us. What drives a person’s life is his/her will power to overcome the darkness of his/her regardless of how hostile the situation might be.  

The Nightingale

The Nightingale

It was a tormenting night
When my depression, became my kryptonite.
I tried to be strong with all my might
But depression won, I lost the fight.

Walking outside in the dark
I experienced pain in my heart.
My hope seemed to be torn apart
From my life, as  I saw happiness depart.

Walking outside I saw a nightingale, fragile & old
It sang a melody which overpowered the harsh cold.
Nightingale’s melody had fortitude & was bold
It inspired me, in ways that can’t be told.

That nightingale made me realize
Every now & then, our hopes tend to die.
& even when, we feel helpless & fragile
We shouldn’t give up, we must rise.

The nightingale was a symbol of hope
against the poison depression, it was my antidote.
Unforgettable were the melody’s mesmerizing musical notes
In my heart the nightingale’s memory shall forever float.

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Note : In life depression & hardships can mentally paralyze a person, life seems meaningless then. But it’s at this point in life when a source of inspiration can ignite hope & provide a meaningful direction to our respective lives. In this poem I have used the symbol of nightingale to highlight that source of incorruptible inspiration that can galvanize a depressed heart with a sense of hope.

I won’t Forget….

You screamed & shouted at me
But couldn’t answer my questioning eyes.
I won’t forget our fight
I won’t forget that shattered night.

Your cold words were daggers to my heart
You smiled, as my soul was torn apart.
I won’t forget our fight
I won’t forget that shattered night.

Your words bruised my pride, black & blue
Helplessly broken, I was victimized by you.
I won’t forget the way you smiled
I won’t forget the way I cried.  

I won’t forget that night’s thunderstorm
I won’t forget how our bond was deformed
I won’t forget how I begged on my knees
I won’t forget the way you left me.

Now from my life, as you depart
I won’t forget how you broke my heart.
With my broken heart I shall rise
I’ll overcome the memory of that shattered night.

With someone else, my life shall restart
Someone who values my bleeding heart.
Someone who cares for me & won’t depart
Someone who won’t forget to mend my broken heart.

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Note: Every now & then we have those relationships that emotionally paralyses us to our core, the separation in such bonds can cause a pain that lasts for years & doesn’t seem to heal with time. Yes the concept of break-up & separation from loved ones is tough but we all need to move forward in life, after all if we don’t encounter someone who breaks our heart, then how could we ever meet that special someone who could mend it. 

 

In Your Memory

I walk outside in the rain
As my heart is filled with pain.
Raindrops hide my burning tears
Alone I’m left to face my fears.

My heart bleeds, thinking about our separation
My soul gets haunted with isolation.
Although, you are in a different world now
But I still connect with you somehow.

In my darkness you were my shining moon
Hence, I hold on to every memory of you.
Our bond can’t be corrupted with time
Eternally I’m yours & you are mine.

Holding your hand I got an identity
Now it’s my responsibility to carry your legacy.
Sensing your guiding hand on my  shoulder
With your memories, my depression is now over.

 

Note: Separating from a loved one is surely a painful experience. I remember when my dad passed away I used to think that he wasn’t the only one who had to face the pain of death, those left alive, who were separated from his mortal existence, ended up losing a fragment of their own soul as well. However, I feel it’s the memory in which our loved ones shall be eternally with us. So close your eyes recall the sweet memories you had with your loved ones, for those memories will always be with you & none can take those memories away from you, not even death.

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My Responsibilities, My Religion

Introspecting, I review the essence of my spirit
Forging forward I break my last limit.
The journey is long & unkind
But my sense of duty consumes my mind.

Fate tempts me with it’s materialistic desires
But a sense of responsibility ignites a fire.
Trampling on what my heart aspires
Forging forward is what my responsibilities require.

Temptations test my will to the core
But my responsibilities, are something I can’t ignore.
Forging forward, my willpower roars
For my duty I sacrifice what my heart adores.

Note:- Sometimes in life a sense of duty and responsibility overpowers the sense of desire. Sometimes we just have to sacrifice on our personal desires in order to meet the responsibilities & expectations that are expected from us.

 

Dreamer: The Fantasy Explorer

Sometimes in life, we get caught up in the wicked vicissitudes of the materialistic world  that we forget the importance of our individual creativity & imagination. It is at this juncture in life that we must close our eyes on the outer world in order to connect with the world that resides within us (our personal creativity). Yes hard-work is important in life , but one must not be so caught up with reality that he/she loose their ability to imagine & embrace the creativity that resides within them.

Dreamer: The Fantasy Explorer

My heart holds an imaginary ecstasy,
I explore a world which seems like a fantasy.
In my world i love to explore
To discover something new, is what i adore.

People think that I day dream
while my mind continues to flow like a stream
The world regards me helplessly insane
As I continue to  wander in my fantasy lane.

To the world this dreamer has one advice,
That imagination can be a blissful paradise
So close your eyes, in order to see
realize, how glorious your imagination can be.

Don’t let the materialistic world corrupt your originality
Let your creativity nurture your personality.
Fly freely in the realm of time,
Enjoy your fantasy in it’s prime.

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True Beauty

Few months ago my mum told me how low self esteem caused depression to her when she was young. I thought to myself that there would be other females too who might live with such kinda misconception that they are ugly. I personally think that no female is ugly , they are all blissfully graceful in their own unique ways & this poem intends to highlight the fact that it’s more important to have a beautiful personality than to have physical beauty.

True Beauty

To them  I am a disgrace
They despise me when they look at my face.
With a stigma I deal with depression,
numb & cold I’m in isolation.

The world confronts me with cruelty,
Ignoring my blissful personality.  
Wish people were wise & they could realize,
That it’s in the personality where true beauty lies.

Physical beauty is an illusion for the eye,
It rapidly fades away with time.
But my personality is like wine,
With age it’ll transmute into something divine.

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Ode To The Enemy

Sometimes our rival (enemy)  gets the best out of us by feeding us with a sense of competition & negative motivation. This poem of mine glorifies various aspect of a rivalry.

Ode To The Enemy

I’m like a helpless silly clown
On whom you always shout & frown.
Treating me like a dog you expect me to smile
As you continue to corrupt my lifestyle.

Against your oppression I was once weak
But now the fire within me shall unleash.
Our rivalry is the essence of my fire
To outlast you is my obsessive desire.

My friend, you always question my ability
Against you I’ll exhibit my true capability.
In my heart for you I have respect
As your hatred shall drive me to my best.

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The Wounded Warrior

I personally feel that  this world is no less than a battlefield where we all have to fight & struggle for turning our dreams into reality. This poem of mine talks about the spirit of fortitude with which one should move forward in life even when various rivals and adversities of life try to run us down. We all fall in life but it’s the way we rise after that fall that defines our existence.

The Wounded  Warrior

Fallen on hardships I lay on the battlefield,
Knowing that my wounds won’t be healed.
Fate has brought me down to my knees
While misery consumes my life, like a disease.

Blood dribbles down my wounds, igniting a fire
To accomplish my victory, is my sole desire.
Although I lay with a stigma in my heart
I’ll battle again to make a fresh start.

Pain invaded my body, but not my pride
My fortitude is indestructible, it’ll never subside.
I know I wasn’t born for embracing defeat
To confront my demons i stand again on my feet.

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Immortal Love

In this poem I have used grave as a symbol of separation , an entity that is used to highlight the end of the bond. Sometimes a relationship that is based on pure love outlasts the dimension of time. The people in that relationship are eternally inseparable , even if by some reason the bond ends, the feelings & emotions still instills/ lingers within the hearts of those people. It is in the sweet moments & memories that they shared, that the bond shall still be alive even prior to the separation.

 

Immortal Love

I stand here on your grave
lonely in life, but trying to be brave.
Amidst all the agony & pain
a memory of our bond shall still remain .

Our bond was a victim of fate’s treachery
but my love for you is an immortal memory.
Your love shall always live within me
& time can’t measure my love for u accurately.

You may be in a different world now
but I still connect with your soul somehow.
Our bond won’t  corrupt with time
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A Beautiful Bond

There is a saying a that a life without love is like a tree without  blossoms or fruits. This poem highlights the true essence of love between a girl & boy . It aims to highlight the fact that love should be unconditional & should be reciprocated for it to bloom in it’s prime.

A Beautiful Bond

“Would you leave me ?” she asked out of insecurity
“No” he said with devotion & utmost purity.
“You are the heart beat of my heart
From you i can never stay far apart.”

“But I’m a normal girl” she said
Nothing special about me she thought in her head.
He replied, “If you saw yourself from my eyes
You’d know the true beauty within you that lies.”

“What’s it about me that you love ?” she asked
“It’s your personality” he replied fast.
“You taught me the value of love
You are my soulmate, my darling dove.”

The girl embraced the boy with affection
As their bond bloomed into a beautiful relation.
Holding hands, they enjoyed the sunset
As they realized, love was their biggest asset.

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Song of a Clown

Note:- There was a time in my life when I felt that this world was a circus, I was the clown in it & fate mocked at my misery. But yet regardless of the storm of sorrow raging within me, I tried my best to make people around me happy because I valued their happiness more than my own pain. This poem deals with the importance of generating smiles & seeking pleasure in someone else’s  happiness.

 

Song of a Clown

With a smile on my face
I doddle around with grace.
To people I’m a lunatic clown
On me, some get angry & they frown.

They’re oblivious to my method of madness
as I spread smiles & decrease their sadness.
More than I take, I aim to give
spreading smiles is, for what I live.

I step on various miseries of mine
As their smiles to me are priceless & divine.
Being regarded a joker I don’t mind
As long as people continue to laugh & smile.

 

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The Fakir

It was a cold winter evening, twilight was ushering in the splendor youth of the night. The last train slowly approached the station. As the train halted on the station, so did some of the anxiety that was rumbling in Ajay’s heart, for the past 14 months he had worked like a dog, work seemed to be a form of escapism, through which he got rid of his worries in life that had haunted him in the past. But now after 14 months of slogging at the office, he finally got a well-deserved promotion and decided to go on a vacation, to explore a new place before the bigger responsibilities of office invaded his peace of mind again. As the train stopped at the station, Ajay jumped out of the train, he wore his stylish leather jacket and with a spring in his step, walked on the train station in his prime, he felt like he was the king of the world.

As he was walking with his swagger on the railway station, he saw an old fakir sitting in a dark corner. The fakir sitting in the dark was a brown lanky old fellow wearing a ragged pant, he was so thin that one could count his ribs by merely looking at his upper body. The fakir was in a degraded state, deprived of food and proper clothing, yet for some reason he had a contended smile on his face. He was poor, but he had a certain charisma that intrigued Ajay.

Seeing the old man’s plight Ajay’s heart filled with a sense of disgust. Ajay saw that the fakir was a victim of starvation so out of pity for him Ajay arrogantly threw his uneaten sandwiched towards the fakir and moved on. As he was walking past the fakir, the fakir in a deep yet gentle tone said “Thank you sir for you act of kindness but human is an emotional creature, feed him with food and his stomach shall be content, but if you feed a man with your love, then his soul shall be imbued with a feeling of gratitude towards you and in his heart an ever flowing river of respect shall flow for you. He shall remember the bliss of your kindness with every breath he takes.”

Upon hearing this Ajay’s pride was hurt, his young blood boiled in anger and he replied in an aggressive way “Old man, I took pity on your helpless state and gave you my sandwich, in return I get this judgmental lecture from you? No wonder you are in such a poor state no matter how much we give to people like you, you guys still beg for more.”

Hearing the harsh words of the angry young man the old man said “I am not at all disgraced by my poverty, my poverty is my biggest treasure to be honest.”

Ajay was perplexed hearing this and he mocked the fakir “How can you regard poverty as your biggest asset? Your ability to think in the right way has obliviously been affected by your age.”

The old man smiled again “Poverty has evolved me into a better human being, it has taught me that like seasons, people and circumstances too change. Poverty has taught me the ability to take setbacks in my stride and evolve as a stronger individual. My poverty has made me master the art of receiving, be it a sandwich or judgmental comments I receive them both with utmost humility and pure emotion of gratitude towards the giver. I am a free man, I have no house, I roam as a wanderer and I consider this world as my playground. Now I ask you sir, has your rich lifestyle enabled you to master the art of giving? Can your rich lifestyle ever enable you to embrace life in the way I do?”

Ajay’s pride had been shattered by the questions that the fakir, asked for the first time his rich life style seemed so shallow to him. His ego bowed down to a poor man’s humble question. He realized that he was wrong in belittling the poor man. He held his head down in shame and he apologized for his harsh behavior.

The fakir continued in a humble tone “In life materialistic thing don’t matter, you are blessed with the ability to give the needy. Make sure to wipe the tears of despair from the eyes of the helpless people around you, leave them with a smile and not tears, for tears are like diamonds. Tears aren’t mere salty water from the eyes but instead they are powerful emotions oozing out directly from the soul. While giving, give a fragment of your soul to the needy this way you will not only touch his life but his soul as well. Life isn’t measured by the number of breathes you take it is also measured by the number of souls you touch in your lifetime. While giving, give like a rose that spreads it’s fragrance without any expectations of joy or pain in return. Don’t be biased while giving for the sun doesn’t differentiate while giving us it’s light, it’s integral existence depends on shining and blessing us all with the treasure of it’s light in the same way. Don’t let your soul be intoxicated with pride like the tides while giving, for tides are bound to come crashing down, instead give with a smile as big as river Nile exhibiting unconditional love and the kindness of your heart.

As Ajay pondered & understood the very essence of the art of giving, the old man stood up gently smiled and humbly thanked Ajay for the sandwich. The fakir then went towards the dark porch of the railway station to sleep. As Ajay saw the old man going away towards the porch, his introspection forced him to reflect that he had given the fakir a sandwich and in return the fakir gave him words of wisdom; he degraded and mocked the fakir’s plight while the fakir gave him the true meaning of life; he felt like the king of the world on getting the promotion while a fakir owned something far more precious, the treasure of poverty. Ajay had a rich lifestyle yet was cursed with stress from various aspects of his life, while the fakir being blessed with poverty relished a stress free life. Ajay had come on a vacation to explore a new place after getting a bigger status in office, but he ultimately ended up exploring in life how shallow his thinking and life condition really was.