It really is.
To breakdown once in a while.
To let the world forget your mind.
To hear wrongs & feel trapped.
To love so much & lose yourself.
To cry when no one’s watching.
To have no clue of what’s happening.
To forget why you started IT.
To feel the pain and take it all in.
To be vulnerable sometimes.
To lose people & to lose your mind.
To hide the hurt & pretend the smile.
To harden your heart , become arrogant with time.
To understand, life isn’t easy for all.
To give it time to…
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.
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,
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A friend shared this on Instagram:
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.
I am sure, just like me, you must’ve read and watched all the articles and videos about early morning routines and it’s benefits. I am sure, some of you are the early morning birds, that sing with ease with eyes closed, a smile on a face, and a fresh breeze kissing every ounce of your body. Robin Sharma wrote a Best-Selling Book on it, The 5 a.m. Club. I read it and got inspired but not motivated. I always procrastinated about ‘my early mornings’!
Two weeks ago, I hit a major writer’s block. I forced myself to write two poems…
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.
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.
To not care for a while.
It’s okay to love your life.
To be nice to yourself, and to others.
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?
So many friends at hand,
Yet, so little support…
Some show it,
Unlike other’s, who’re just for show…
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.
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.
I don’t want to write even this story. I am just dragging my fingers on the keyboard. But I have to force myself today. It’s been more than a month, since I felt that passion & the zeal for writing. I have no idea why and when this hit me. I seriously thought, it’s writer’s block, but it isn’t going away. I am extremely worried that I’ll just stop feeling the enthusiasm to write anymore! This has never happened to me before. If it has to you, please share and how you got out of whatever this is.
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