I am much more-

I am much more-

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To all the friends
I pushed aside-
Sent every call,
To voice message .

Somedays my dark
Empowers me,
I blink, I breathe,
That’s all I can be.

To all the friends,
Who stood by me,
From dawn to dusk
And the dark in between.

When sorrow wipes
Aside my joy,
Your thoughts, remind me,
I am much more.

Much more than pain
Much more than tears
Much more than another,
Sad ending.

Because of you-
I am much more.

V- Victory

V- Victory

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There will be days,
When you’ll think that you can’t;
You’ll gaze all around you,
Not a kind eye you’ll find;
You may wish that the ground,
Should split into two,
Pulling you into an abyss,
Where you’ll be understood.

There will be days,
When you’ll think to the past;
And the memories locked up
Would surface to light,
You’d search for solace,
In the arms of your kind,
Not a shoulder would hold You,
While you wither inside.

There will be days,
When you’ll think that you can’t,
But you will; don’t you give up,
victory is at hand.

N- Nothingness

N- Nothingness

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I’ve felt the arms of sadness,
wrapped around me,
Engulfing,
Pulled deep into-
its trenches;
Where light,
At first visible,
Dims without one
Realising it.

I’ve felt the soft hands of joy,
Pulsating,
Overwhelming,
Thronged into its
Never ending fantasies
Dreams,
Delusions,
Future created,
Where light and only
Light is seen,
Where darkness
Does not exist-
In that moment.

But the arms of nothingness
Cannot be compared.
The coldest of place,
The hardest of state;
A prison cell with an
open door,
Which you can’t escape.
For how can you walk out
A free man,
When you don’t even know
You’re in jail.

As close as it gets-

As close as it gets-

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For some,
It takes the form of,
a cup of black coffee,
Drowning in its scintillating,
Effect.
Knowing,
Without a doubt,
Today will be okay.

The act of,
Staring at the face,
Looking back from the glass,
And re-affirming the statement,
Today, I can.

For some,
It takes-
a little more tears,
A lot more prayer,
An occasional day off,
To feel slightly better.

And sometimes,
Putting on a mask,
Which looks like a smiley,
And says the words “I’m fine”,
Is as close as it gets.

The truth about…

The truth about…

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No,
it’s not pretty like
the poems written about it,
it is sad and lonely
and loves solitude.
It feeds on silence and
screams the loudest.
It comes at dusk and doesn’t
depart at dawn-
it’s a sticker.

It whispers,
In tunes- entrancing,
Into its clutches;
It doesn’t let go,
Makes the cracked, feel
Broken; and the broken,
Feel damaged, and the damaged
Unfixable-
It’s a downward spiral.

Yes,
It’s defeat-able,
No,
It’s not like the switch
on a wall
To be turned,
Off at choice.
A journey it is,
With more bumps than
Most.
It is called depression,
Yes- it is real.

The above picture is courtesy of Bbc.co.uk

Worth Saving-

Worth Saving-

 
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She said “you are worth saving”,
And I wanted to ask why,
For I went to bed at sundown,
Dreading seeing the daylight.

She told me, you are beautiful,
And I traced down all my scars,
Feeling every indentation-
Shrivelling at their sight.

She told me pick your self up,
There’s still strength in your stride;
But darkness had convinced me-
My bones could barely stand.

I wished that she would leave me,
To the company of my thoughts,
But my Lord had other plans, for
She stuck like gum on a wall.

Until I began to ponder,
What is it she sees in me;
Maybe beneath, I was more than,
Brokenness and fragility.

I sifted through the darkness,
For a single ray of light,
Something to show I was deserving,
Of such friendship, such heart.

Then everyday at sundown,
Under the company of the stars,
I searched for worth within me,
Even a trace, would suffice.

She said, I was worth saving,
Now I finally understand;
You can’t compel a person,
You can only show them how-
To believe they are worth saving.

Day 24: Hope…

Day 24: Hope…

  

Yesterday, He was back,
With a stronger
Argument,
Than I could fight;
So I crumbled under,
The weight
Of his words.
Yesterday-
he was back,
And yesterday I cracked.

Today, the sun is up,
And the hazy weather’s
Disappeared.
He,
is nowhere about;
The words he spoke,
Are faded- Now.
Today,
the sun is up,
And He, is not around.

Tomorrow, he might be back
With a stronger
Vengeance than I can stand.
But today,
I’ll regain my strength,
And believe-
That I can shine.
Tomorrow,
he might back
But by then, my cracks
Will be healed.

Day 24: Strength. In response to December Poetry Challenge. I am a few days late. Let’s see if I can try to catch up. The above image is courtesy of LoveThispic.com

Day 20: The seven a.m Girl

Day 20: The seven a.m Girl

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Summer fades into autumn,
As the year draws to an end;
You can see her by the window sill,
When the clock strikes seven am.

The birds in background singing,
While the tree leaves sway with the wind;
But If you gaze just a little bit closer,
You might notice the streaks on her cheeks.

The outcome of all the secrets,
A little girl has had to keep;
For the sake of a family’s dignity,
Bottled- under lock and key.

While the world dives into rush hour,
With solitude as her company,
The secrets dissolve into liquid,
Forming maps across her cheeks.

Summer fades into autumn,
The tree leaves sway with the wind,
When the world goes into rush hour,
Sits a girl, by a window sill.


December Poetry Challenge Prompts. Day 20: Nature, Day 21: Your inspiration. For this challenge, my inspiration is Erin Hanson. I am in love with her poetry. A lot of her poems inspire me and it is a pleasure to read her works.

Mother, I am depressed-

Mother, I am depressed-

 

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I told my mother I was depressed,
And she said- baby, it’s just the blues,
Just like every song has an ending,
This one would waltz right through.
It’s been three years- I’m still “blue”

I told my father I was depressed,
And watched the tears stream down his cheeks,
With a heart heavy with guilt, I said-
Daddy, I will make it through.
I was depressed, yet the one to show strength.

I told my friends I was depressed,
They said- girl! You just need a man;
How could I handle another human soul,
When I could barely deal with mine.
I was depressed, not in need of a man.

I told my brother I was depressed,
He asked if I was bleeding then?
He’s heard girls can go a tad bit off,
When their time of the month appeared.
I said- I’m not bleeding… He didn’t hear.

Dear God…. I am depressed.


Day 2: About me. This poem is in response to December poetry challenge. 31 poems in 31 days.

Once upon a Journey-

Once upon a Journey-

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I once met a girl on a journey,
She told me she was tired.
This world had broken her will to live,
Long sleep- was what she desired.

12 year old, me could not understand,
Why sleep with so much to wake for?
The stars in itself kept me up at night,
In awe of their beauty and creation.

I was a kid, and she was a kid,
Two beings with different experience,
She wanted to sleep,
My own days were too short-
Our route had no intersection.

I once met a girl on a journey,
And she told me she was tired,
Now I wonder if maybe I’d shown her my life,
Her skies might be a bit clearer.

Years have gone by, since my encounter
And I hope her grey clouds have departed;
There’s a twinge in my heart,
When I think of the past,
And there was little I did to help her.

The beautiful image above is courtesy of This Site