Scars and Stars

The scars in me are stars for you
It pains to me and shines for you
It drowns in me and flies for you
But I cover it up and starve for you!
The scars in me are stars for you.
It punches me and caress's you
For all it was fancy and brightening for you
The scars in me are stars for you!
They mess me up and console you
The scars in me are in love with you
They bleed for me and heal you
The scars in me are stars for you
They fumble with me and sound clear with you
The scars in me are fond of you
They sorrow me and cherish you
The scars in me are stars for you
They twinge me and comfort you
They make me cry and smile for you
They puzzle me and glad you
The scars in me are stars for you
It pains for me and shines for you

No Good in Holding onto Yesterday

Often stuck in awakened nightmares, conforming to apprehend the ‘ifs’ of the past thy crumbling to regrets and agony fetching something to hold on to predominantly ignoring the existing reasons to not go through hostile exile and annihilation of self-worth, self-respect, and self-confidence the lump of sand deprives himself of the very need of the hour Faith. Even a ray of early bright is enough to aggregate a forest, the source of life. And so can’t a soul brighten up and stand adamant against all the unyielding and self-destructing offerings from Satan?

 Mediocrity of caging our emotions is tampering the little angel residing inside the suppressed consciousness asking it to compile and execute certain behavior often regarded as ‘good manners’ to subdue pure emotions and pretend that all the broken pieces are fine. Ambition, faith, optimism, dedication, and valor are just words when spoken out but crucial when performed and not only is it challenging but also a drape to the broken window planting a fake conspiracy towards your sense of belief that all is marvelous for the time being even though it isn’t. When going through the path of drudgery fearing of losing hope and guidance one might even wreak havoc such as the flashpoint; but persevering to what is coming by to accept and move on is what is needed. It’s okay to bluff a little, fake a little, as always truthful to oneself is further self-harm. Regrets are a part of life and trying to redo those if’s are not a piece of cake. Fear veritably is one key to compressing one’s own obsession over evil doing. One should be having cold feet when he doesn’t fear. You will be okay. You will fly. So if you want to cry a little, cry… nevertheless, try a little harder and die a little more to rise and fall again.

A Letter to the Demons

Oh you demons

Who shoot the arrows,

In my back piercing through my chest;

It is full of those;

And yet you lose the string and stab me again;

But let me tell you;

I never kneel before you;

I stand firm and steady;

Barrage me with your arrows;

Test me to limits;

Poison them and hit me again;

I yet will not fall;

Though I do, I’ll rise;

Stronger and bolder;

So don’t panic when your arrows stop effecting on me;

That only means that I am stronger than you are;

For I took everything that you gave;

Withstood it;

Fought back when I could;

Crumbled when I couldn’t;

But for once I got up;

I would never fall;

No matter how hard you hit me;

I will not fall!

Rise

I am a child of god!

I slip and try

I hustle and fail

But still I rise!

I make mistakes

But do not lay by the side

I compensate

And still I rise

Ah ha ha, the evil force me down

With bitter lies;

But just like wind

Still I rise!

You might boom my base

And cut my heart

But just like twin towers

Still I rise.

You might want me to cry

And laugh a little

But just like a joker,

I laugh!

You might want me to avenge my insult

I ain’t gonna do that,

Imma take it low,

Karma will show it though

And just like resurrection on the Day of Judgment

Still I rise!

You might pull me down

Saying I’m unbeautiful,

But just like rain

I vaporize and fall

Saying, still I rise.

Oh you so petty mind

Don’t try to hurt me now

No drama or any frown

Neither a crown

I rise

With my own self,

And let you know

There is hell lot of life in me

That I always will rise.

-- Inspired by I Rise, Maya Angelou.

Moon Shine

I’ve shut my eyes so tight,

To not see the truth

Visible even to the blind eye!

For what is this vengeance?

That breaks down relationships;

Fabricates ego, uncouthness, and disruptions;

Pauperizing companionship!

Oh you so little boy,

Don’t prey to these anguish cerebral theory,

For it only are thou your apprehensions.

Rise above the dark side,

The moon here shines,

Beautifully and gloriously!

Purview your coming,

As it is as ravishing as the moon shine!

A Nightmare Lullaby

I swim through the ocean

Wide awake at night

Think about the possibilities that can coincide

Talk through the showers with I

Contemplate the conversations that I could deny

“Tell me oh Jesus, can I go back in time?

Undo the done;

Fix all the affiliation;

Relax and play the chime!”

Ameliorate

I have a confession to make;

I casted a spell on you;

A spell so dark and evil;

That it ruined you!

And not just me,

But the entire race;

We stabbed your back;

And made you weak!

Oh you’re so formidable;

Yet you’re pathetically weak;

By our perpetual back stabs;

Slashing into your core and disrupting your boundaries!

For now you’re angry;

Agonizing in pain;

That none fancy to catch;

So the monstrous destruction fire up!

The flame that shakes mental agility;

Burns the conscious down;

Fries the optimism;

And depletes the race in contra!

Thy my heavenly earth;

We kneel before you;

Surrender our tricks;

Thou rise again and own us!

Serene the core, mantle and crust;

Make no move;

Destroy no being;

Mercy us!

We need you;

We need your passion;

To walk on you again;

To give you back, of what we took away!

Dear Men

Everyone talks about the girls who stay awake every night thinking about that one thing that they hope to have in their lives. About how much they suffer and cry plead to themselves to stop contemplating stuff that will never ever happen. About how much they force themselves to smile every day regardless of the misery they go through every night of their lives sharing it with that one special person they have, and sometimes not even being able to convey their feelings to them too!

But, what about the men who do that? Who is talking about those men who is struggling just as much as those women to smile through the sickness and not even being able to cry or to say that to anyone of about how much they want to scream and pour their feelings out but not being able to do that either unlike those lucky women! Ever wondered why men are not talked about as much as those women? Ever wondered why they are not able to cope up to have even that one single person to whom they can tell everything to unlike all those women who have sisters or brothers or best friend? Have you got the slightest of idea of why men are always silent even when they’re in grief? Why don’t we have enough people talking about what goes on behind this silence? Why don’t men have poems or essays written to boost their morale formidable again? So that at least they know that there are further men other than one he himself who is not up in arms with their insecurities, negative perceptions about who they are and what they will be in the near future.

So this is for those who are battling this war aloof. Don’t be naive; you’re not alone going through this. You’re not weak enough to give away this. There will be a time when you will cherish these countless nights and days which moulded you of who you will be. Strong and formidable enough to clash through any occurrence of badness and disparity. You will shine brighter than those any. Have faith in yourself. Have faith in lord. The better days of yours will come, maybe not immediately but definitely. Until then, work as much as you can, thrive to be the best of who you can, and that day of virtue and brightness is not very far for you. 

Tell Me!

Why cannot I love like the others?

Why cannot the essence of music enchant me like the others?

Why cannot I follow my path with content?

Why cannot I be as wild as I used to be?

Tell me O lord! Tell me!

How can I be calm with myself?

How can I be free with none to tell?

How can I be asleep with no worries?

How can I talk without fumbling?

Tell me O lord! Tell me!

Why cannot I do as I please?

Why cannot I be satisfied?

Why cannot I make a promise to be happy?

Why cannot I make a person happy?

Tell me O lord! Tell me!

How can I walk up straight?

How can I wipe my tears with no mental suppress?

How can I feel that I am blessed?

How can I feel no heartbreak?

Tell me O lord! Tell me!

Turmoil

Congratulations ISIS you managed to instill fear in me. You managed to make me realise that I don’t want to step out because it’s not safe during the bright day. You managed to make me nervous about the safety of the people I care.

But in these 24 hours of fear, I only have gotten strong. Strong enough to rethink, to know, that you are nothing before Allah the greatest. And if Allah has the will to protect me, I’ll be alive after every odd of a chance that you would try to kill me or my beloved. How so ever, these 24 hours were just an alert to be safe and it made me comprehend the situations acknowledged by the masses of Gaza, Paris, Turkey, Brussels and so many more homes that you somehow managed to ruin with your naïve agony.

So here on this day, I would not only like to tell you but as well as ask you what do you gain from this futile massacre? A couple of intense hours? A tremble in the share market? A little fun seeing the people die? I guess there is more to it because slaughtering isn’t just done for pastime right? Or maybe for you it is! Well, I would now like to tell you, the bloodshed by your worthless incident doesn’t divide us. It unites us.

It unites us to overcome the jeopardy created by you; to overcome the shackles of terror that you vigorously want to diffuse in us. Thereupon your fragmented wisdom of rupturing us from the roots of humanity only makes it more affirm. Vaguely, your turmoil doesn’t fall us apart, it unites for redemption. 

Abstain

And the shroud cried

Not pertaining by a homicide.

The race turned to dust

Lying upon the annihilated crust

Millions die

Billions cry

But the media reports

Nothing that is to testify!

A Syrian boy drifted ashore

What uproar!

 And soundlessly

First world left through the back-door!

The dream of a daughter

To become a doctor

And help to prosper

Died by a bullet fired through a helicopter

But the economy of your country

Is still nice

Not even making you to think twice

That you’re consuming blood shed brown rice.

Progenitor

I smile in the shadows of scars

And a picture perfect appear with the stars!

Oh you’re the apple of my eye,

Oh ma, you’re the knot of my tie.

I sing and dance and write

With you on my side;

Chirpy bright soulful day in my might,

In your lap is a beautiful night!

A warm cozy feel

Unlike any other meal!

Couldn’t forget this feel

Even for a billion dollar deal;

Enchanting mind

Nothing less than a shrine!

A sphere of care

So rare!

A little vexing

But a blessing;

Your brevity

Concludes my longevity!

The Voice of Valor

Those faces revolve around my eyes

Like I dream of seeing a sunrise

Without a place labelled as hostile

For the global citizen from an isle!

What for is the blood shed?

What for is the bombings held?

I can’t see the purpose of life

With an armed nuclear warhead!

Let there be no suffering

Let there be no exile

Prepare to cherish the world

For the generations that is to come by! 

Incurring

Darkness is my ally!

In it I brawl my ceased vocal commotion

And scratch my invisible ponders

Shrieking my favourite lyrics

Those are now relics!

It taught me

To dance in my melodies and roar like a lion

Whiffing the change

That is coming to eradicate my purity

Furnishing a devil boasting practicality!

And when the sunrises

All the wistful disguises

Settle in the bottom of my pit

Ready to rise again

And my tears fall like rain.

Prediction

I walked across the thousand oceans

Waving like a crumbled cloth

And limped through the scorching obsidian

Flowing like temperaments of a teen!

So now, when I came here,

I offer you

My tender heart,

That was blown apart,

Due to the distance

In the seam of our bleeding heart!

 You are my world

You are my lord

I kneel before you

Like a Bellatrix before the dark lord!

I know I left you,

But I realized,

How much you’re worth,

How much morose I am

Without you;

But you astray my charm,

The mettle eyes,

Waxed no one!

You’re no more incompetent,

You’re no more with unconditional love!

The love that changed me,

Made me who I am today is dead;

And it is unputdownable,

How the prophecy

Of the palmist,

Is still a lie,

That I will never love you!

What Not to Do This New Year

 While the 2k16 has just begun, there will be lots of stuff from people of about what to do to make this new-year theirs. But how about I tell you what not to do this new-year for it to be yours?

Well the list could be never ending! But you always some room for the some epigrammatic points up your sleeve. Don’t you?

So here’s what not to do this year for it to be yours:

11.     Stop being lazy:

There are lots of opportunities for everyone in this world, but only if you’re up for it. Being lazy is just not done! Be young! Be wild! Be adventurous! You’ll get every opportunity to explore and learn whatever you desire to. Just take up all the opportunities you come across this year; and you will realize how much you will learn within no time. Things that you never imagined that could be done by you will be done in no time! So just stop being lazy and explore every possible thing around you.

22.     Stop partying all the time:

Not everyone realizes the importance of work. Working even if you’re rich for a living will fetch you respect. And as a wise man once said, ‘human can live without food, but not without respect’. This doesn’t necessarily mean that you have to work all the time. Having your fun time is just as important as working. Always have a proper balance between work and fun.

33.     Stop living in the dark:

Since every single one of us desire something that we possibly think can never be achieved by us, it is indifferent to help yourselves with prayer. This world created by an unknown source of power surely is our supreme. Ask for patience and good luck. This doesn’t really mean that be a theist, being an atheist is probably one fine thing according one’s will and wish.

44.       Stop believing that things will happen if they have to happen:

If you’re among those who just sit and pray and hope that things will get better on their own, get up and slap your cheek for god’s sake! Things will get better only if you work for it to get better. Surely it takes time. I mean, the wonders of the world weren’t created in just few days!

55.     Stop being an cell phone addict:

The world today is clogged up in the new buzz of smartphones. I know that they are captivating, but just for heaven’s sake, keep it out your hands while you’re with people. Live the moment rather than paying attention to capturing it with your smartphones!