Restless

When do you not feel it?

The helplessness in the chaotic moments.

The hopelessness in the screaming silences.

The selfishness in the social boycotting.

The tiredness in the breathes you keep taking!

When are you not restless?

In the morning to not wanting to see the sun.

In the evening to not racing to see it set.

In the night with the moon and on nights without it.

When are we not messed up?

May be,

In the little moments of laughter.

In between the meals with family & friends.

Inside the chats we keep having with people and texts we keep replying to.

When are we so messed up?

May be , it’s all in the head.

Guess we’ll never know.

Though, the mess remains so and

So does the non-mess.

Writing A Love Story

I want to write everything.

The love and the little things.

Though I feel, to love is to live,

I shouldn’t write everything!

But when I think of you,

My heart just sings….

Sure, you’re not mine,

Sure, you’re away,

Sure, time is flying,

But you make me feel love again.

To love you, is to love a ghost.

I can’t reach you or hold your hand,

I can’t hug you tight and make you stay.

I can’t give you the love I so keep giving you anyway!!

It’s okay really.

It’s what it is.

You don’t love me.

And it doesn’t mean I can’t.

You’re the love I will forever cherish in my heart.

This love I have for you, taught me what love is,

And to this day forward babe, I set you free.

This is why, I wrote this love story.

Part Of Me

A part of me wants to leave you,

A part of me wants to stay.

Another part says , “let it be”,

And another says it’s okay!

I on the other hand, do nothing but listen,

To all of my part’s debates.

Pride, Hope, Life or Acceptance,

All of them wanting to win!

They look at me in a longing way,

As I look away!

I look at the other side,

A side where I want to play.

Away from their chaotic notions,

Away from their extended stays.

When I look away long enough,

They’ll probably want to sway.

The Eyes That Speak

Like swaying in the wind,

With Dreams and desires…

Looks at me like a raging fire..

Eyes have that passion,

That words don’t say..

Eyes have that power,

That takes me away…

Held my hand like a scared child…

A grip so tight, as if it is glued with love..

Standing at a distance,

Yet, feeling so close..

Suffocated with longing,

And relieved with the storm..

A storm that the heart is creating.

Pounding like an angry ocean…

Making it hard to look in those eyes,

Those eyes can speak a thousand rhymes…

Turning my feelings into flame,

The stare isn’t enough to gaze..

Hand in hand makes it ablaze.

Any minute, we can turn into fireballs that rains…

Walking along, not a word needed.

The eyes meet each other every second,

And looking away makes it more tense..

This love feels so intense.

A love that makes you week in the knees..

A love that makes you understand what Love is..

A love that knows no limits..

A love that lets you go,

Because it’s too much for this world to bear…..

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Thanks For Reading. Namaste.

Everything Happens For A Reason

That heartbreak, that broke your heart?

That happened For You to understand Love.

That accident, that broke your leg?

That happened for you to take a break.

Losing that job you loved?

That happened for you to know your true capabilities.

Losing that friend you thought was the closest?

That happened for you to understand life.

That job you wanted so badly but didn’t get,

You got rejected to get prepared for something better..

That loved one you lost?

It’s there to remind you of reality.

That heart ache that doesn’t go away?

It happened for you to respect others.

That meltdown, you can’t have?

It triggers your hidden insecurities..

That feeling of everything being ‘too much’?

It exists for you to know, you got this.

That challenge, that challenges your core?

It’s there to remind you of how strong you are.

The chaos in the world and you thinking about your peace alone?

Because you can make out the reality that everything happens for a reason….

Thanks for reading. Namaste.

It’s Okay Too

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It really is.

To be happy, even when others aren’t.

To feel content in yourself.

To not have a mental disorder anymore.

Or to not have to experience it at all.

It doesn’t make you less of a human.

A mental health issue is not a compulsion.

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It’s okay.

To love yourself, and put forth your life.

To ignore the world for your smile.

To laugh at silly things by yourself.

To wear pyjamas to a fare.

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It’s okay.

To not care for a while.

It’s okay to love your life.

To be nice to yourself, and to others.

That doesn’t mean you’re weak,

It means you’re strong enough to take the lead.

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It’s okay,

To feel cheated on and hurt because of being

Too nice,

Too polite,

Too kind,

Too honest and

Too loving.

In a world of fake faces,

It’s okay to be too real.

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It’ s okay,

To trying to please people,

It doesn’t make you OVER or EXTRA.

It makes you a better human.

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It’s okay,

To doubt your actions &

Feel restricted..

BUT,

It’s Not Okay,

To NOT break the barriers,

That make you YOU.

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Break’em.

Shake’em.

Be YOU.

Stay True.

Because It’s Okay.

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Thanks for reading….. 

The Frenemies

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If you’re feeling uneasy with the title,

That’s on you. 

You aren’t a good friend really.

You’re selfish, aren’t you?

You want my support & in return,

You leave with a fake smile.

You’re fake, aren’t you?

You show your support,

Just for show..

But you’re jealous somehow.

You’re not my friend, are you?

If so, why do you make me uncomfortable,

Is it because you want me to OBEY you,

Or is it because you don’t like me as incharge?

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So many friends at hand,

Yet, so little support…

Some show it,

Unlike other’s, who’re just for show…

Jealous of the courage I sow,

Hatred for themselves, they can’t reap it off me.

Energy vampires, suck up all the good vibes,

And here I thought, you were from my tribe!

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May be I was wrong somewhere too.

Disappointed you,

But know, I didn’t mean to.

From where I see it,

I did nothing wrong.

Your toxicity is your own song…

I thought I was blessed enough ,

To have such friends.

Little did I know, 

You were here to make some amends…

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No more of your lies & fake support,

I don’t need to entertain you anymore.

You’re on your own,

So am I.

We’re not friends, we never were.

We’re people,

 Who just need each others energies to survive.

You’re not the friend I need in my life,

But I am the one, you do.

Sorry not sorry honey,

Being your frenemy is not, what I am looking for….

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Thanks for reading..

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The Evil Side

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My heart skips a beat,

I think too much I believe..

I fall easily but someone picks me up.

Every time I lose control,

Or give up,

Someone tells me I am badass enough.

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It tells me to groan on people,

The ones who get under my skin.

It tells me to scream & shout,

At the ones, who do the same at me.

I feel, I like IT..

I like for IT to be around.

IT keeps me sane & sound.

IT helps me say NO &

Takes me for a ride in the side I’d enjoy more.

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This side of me, only want the best for me,

Unlike the angelic one, 

That thinks about others before me..

The one that makes me feel the pain of others,

That can hurt me to make others happy..

That side of me, Not want the best for me,

But the best for people around me….

Whose side should I be on?

It’s a dilemma, to be an angel or to stay with evil,

To Let Go or to Keep Holding On with the devil,

To say what I’m truly feeling,

Or to think about other’s healings…

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To be an angel, 

I’ll have to be more energetic with positivity.

It requires more effort and transparency.

This side wants me to put aside,

Every pain on the side, &

Take in some more with a smile..

It’s exhausting and overwhelming,

It’s boring and unworthy to be an angel.

Yet, It’s the dominating one, 

Between the twins, that are non-identical…

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Yet, To be an evil,

Is fun & entertaining..

To laugh on someone is easy & containing..

To be selfish & say the bad words out loud,

To choose the evil, is too choose your true hound…

What’s hard is to suppress this side,

To choose the angel in disguise.

To suppress the evil is equally exhausting,

As to live with angelic behaviour..

In the world of evil & negatives on the loose,

The angel is the saviour,

To be evil is not a choice, but natural..

Yet, to choose angel is to be brutal…

On us, & not on other’s,

Angel in me wants what’s best for the world…

Don’t we all?

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Thanks for reading. Namaste.

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