The Tender Why?

Run as much as you can, as hard as you can. Follow your dreams and be what you want to be. Because when you find that one thing that vibes you to feel that you’re born to do it, nothing in this world can stop you from doing it. Make that born to do vibe the passion of your life, follow it, dream it, wake up to work for it, live it; for all it will destine you to be the one you never thought of becoming. Becoming so much more than you ever imagined yourself, much more than a replica but the Mona Lisa itself! The course of it will never be easy. This path will be petrifying, but it is not impossible if you push yourself a little harder, die a little more, continue to do what you want to do because of that one question ‘why’. Why you want to do what you want to do so badly that even if it knocks you down millions of times you get back up and pursue that born to do vibe that you want to feel it for the rest of your life.  So when you find that vibe, keep it, cherish it because not all of us are able to find that one thing that burns inside us to be better just for the sake of becoming better every day of our lives! And I know what it feels like; for I have witnessed it, lived it, cherished it, loved it, and anticipated it. The further I have done these, I acknowledged something. I acknowledged that with this becoming of who I want to be, I’ll never be what I want to be. Because I want to be so great, so massive, so passionate, so beautiful that I’ll never attain that mark of satisfaction. The mark that I have set myself to be is so high that I’ll never be as good as that. Yet I’ll still run as much as I can to achieve what I’ve set up myself for. And after so many years down the lane of achieving all of those small goals adding up for that one high mark where I want to reach, I only want to ask you to run as much as you can, as hard as you can, dream it as long as you can, and live for it as lively as you can. Because with this you will be happy. Because with this you will be something much more than what you ever think.

Sin

I hate you

As much as I love you;

Your touch threatens my soul

Makes me breathe no more!

My hands shake,

Mind fluctuates,

Your beautiful eye,

Poison my stomach butterfly!

                                        

I mumble and fumble

Of those nightmares;

Dreadfully killing my sway

Leaving me astray!

When will this stop?

Discarding you out of my thoughts;

Resting the storm

That you create over and over my flaws!

Reverberate

I want to dispense the sacrifices behind me

And lead a new path today.

A path that leads me somewhere

A better place than I am today!

I want to build myself

With rocks thrown at me;

And shelter the universe

Entailing the stone throwing spree!

I want to retrospect today

Decades of seasons from now

And feel pride within me

Of the setbacks I’ve overcome now!

I don’t want to be satiated;

Nor today nor tomorrow;

I want to grow

Till the day I’m burrowed!

Walk

In a blink of an eye
You left my pitiful joy;
And now I look at the times
When we spoke secrets
With just our eyes!
I stand and wait
For you to stray
And come towards my way
But that never happens, so anyway
I pushed my heart to the end of terminations
And walked away with painful emotions;
But I turn and look towards you,
Hoping that you'd call me
And I'd run towards you.
But that never happens,
Until it's in my hallucinations;
So the weeping breadth casts aside his torment
And smiles at fringe
Until next time, the same fate
Makes him cringe.

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!