Writing, my therapy.

As I set out to write, the ink spills,

Twisting and twirling from the end of my quill,

It forms the shape of the moods in my soul,

And captures the aura of my being as a whole.

As my hand brushes over that piece of paper,

The words flow out and seem to prosper,

And incoherently begin to make a world of sense,

Heaps of feelings, in mere words condense.

When the things around me seem too dull,

And in things around me, no allure will yodel

It slithers and forms some stories untold,

Whereto worlds of fallacies unfold.

And sometimes it spills the musings of my heart,

The things as I see them, when I put them apart,

About my dreams and faith and the verve I wish,

About my darkest mysteries and deepest anguish.

And when I run out of things to say,

In verse it binds my words going astray,

To make it into a song of hope and misery,

And tucks it away to someday sing it back to me.

Confessions

If you could say out loud

Everything that you truly feel

The confessions, to secrecy vowed

What will it be that you reveal?

Would you tell her that you love her?

Or would you go and break her heart?

Is all you want to be is in love together,

Or would you rather have your ways part?

Will you confess it to mom and dad,

That your life is not what it to be?

The dreams, for you they had,

Are not the same dreams that you see.

Would you tell your friends in need,

How much they really mean to you?

To the gap between you, will you pay heed?

And will you try to mend it too?

Above all, the question in thus,

To your own self, what will you tell?

Will it be a mirror you'd see dauntless,

Or a mere shadow of truth, you will sell?

If you could only muster the strength,

To face all that you really see,

If only you'd go that length,

Only then could you unveil your destiny.

Happy 50th Birthday, Dad!

The last line of the poem is similar to the last line of the poem 'Dad' by Edgar A. Guest. I love that poem, and I love that line. That's not actually stealing, is it?

Some say he's the bravest man,

The thread that binds his people, his clan

Who stands tall in times of strife,

The one who will serve them all his life

He is called a great healer by few,

Who can erase the pain by just smiling at you,

His one gentle touch can heal the soul,

And many a people look up to his role.

He's called a kind husband and an able son,

The kindest friend he's called by some,

The head of his family, his kith and kin

The one who's there through thick and thin,

But no one knows what he is to us,

And he is the reason how we are thus,

He's our friend, our guide, our strength,

He's our father, the best of men.

Lessons on Living.

Definitely not one of my best works, but it kind of reflects what I am going through right now.

The world you're born in is a lie,

Where since the day you begin to be,

You're fed with fairytales to rely,

And call this life your destiny.

But as you grow up and the years unfurl,

You realise that everything that you've known since long,

Are stories of a make believe world,

And that they don't fit in in this place so wrong.

Your trust in others loses its essence,

And the love of your life breaks your heart,

Everything goes wrong all at once,

And life as you knew it, is torn apart.

So you go place to place and search for the reason,

Where was it that you went wrong?

You curse yourself for what you've done,

And blame the world to which you don't belong.

But sooner or later you have to face what's true,

That the notion of happiness is very bleak,

Everyone here is going to try and hurt you,

Every little thing is going to leave you weak.

But you have to be brave and face it all,

You have to learn how to stand alone,

You have to pick up the pieces that fall,

And learn to create a new world of your own.

You have to learn to get up every time you collapse,

And learn how to trust knowing it just might break,

And learn to take chances and also give some perhaps,

And learn to forgive yourself, mistake after mistake.

Then maybe, this realisation will exclaim,

That the world we live in is made up of flaws,

And everything in it is a reflection of the same,

And the only perfect thing is Santa Claus!

But it is not such a bad place to live,

And you can be happy in this world so shallow,

And you'll learn that it is not hard to forgive,

Once you learn how to just let go...

Sharing

Look what I found! This is one of the first poems I wrote. I must be 11 or 12 when I composed this for a school recitation competition. :)

The star above shines with all its might,
Making the day beautiful and bright
It burns itself to give us light
But we never do, is that right?

The river beside, wherever seen,
Makes the land incredible green,
It shares its water with the beggar and the queen,
When the mighty river is, why aren't we keen?

A tiny flower on the ground,
Spreads it's fragrance all around
It shares it's beauty through its round
So why do we keep it bound?

Why do we break the nature's rule?
Not giving out, and still being cool!
Share, share, don't be a fool!
'Cause sharing is love's greatest tool.

My Labyrinth

I’ve lost myself in you,
And now I don’t have a clue,
How to find myself again,
How to leave behind this pain.

This world around me is just not right,
Where the darkness seems easier than light,
Where life and mirth are just too frail,
And beauty just doesn’t prevail.

I don’t know what you did to me,
That made my life such a misery,
And left me behind so hollow,
With no one to turn to, no one to follow.

Don’t know why I fell so hard for you,
Even though you never asked me to.
And now I can’t seem to rise again,
And get away from all disdain.

It’s not as if I want you back,
It ain’t that you complete the something I lack,
But still I want, with all my heart,
For you to mend my world fallen apart.

I want you to tell me what to do,
I want you to make me see through,
Of all the lies and deceits my way you threw,
I want you to make me hate you.

Let Me Be Me..

Don't wanna be a cradle of your pity,
Don't want you to notice me,
Don't want your fake sympathy,
Leave me alone, alone with me.

Just so tired of this artificial world,
Plastic feelings that everyday unfurl.
Fake smiles, fake tears so ruthlessly hurled,
While the real despise underneath swirls.

Trapped inside your filthy game,
Your rules, your laws, your fame,
Living your life, just so lame,
Suppressing my identity maim.

Just want to escape this life so frail,
I want me to leave behind a trail,
To soar high and away just sail,
Away to my world - My Fairytale!

Let me smile, let me live,
Let me know how to take love and how to give,
Let my soul sing, give me a reason to be,
Just for this once, Let me be me...