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!