Deja Vu

That it will happen again,

I never thought.

I just wasn’t ready,

For such a heavy jolt.

Its happening to me again,

My mind is in turmoil.

To come to terms with reality,

It is making me toil.

The monsters around me,

Reflect the ones within me.

From their fear,

I want to break free.

It frustrates me, just to think,

That I can’t distinguish,

Those who are still human,

From those who are just empty zombies.

That this story end’s soon,

Is my only wish.

I must fight through it,

I will not allow more destruction.

I have had enough of this,

Now, its time for some reason.

A Fight against Nature

A lone tree I am,
Standing in this garden.
Abandoned I am,
From the world,
By the world.


I stand here rooted,
As strong winds blow,
As storms try to uproot.


It does feel sometimes,
Like this is my end.
But I still stand here stubbornly,
Daring the world for more.


Sometimes a spring breeze passes by,
And I blossom.
But I wih they lasted longer,
For they feel like a minute moment,
In a sea of eternity.


I wish to blossom,
Every single day.
I wish to bring tranquility
and joy to every mind.
It hurts me much,
For now it remains a distant dream. 

Struggle

Everything is calm,

Completely at peace.

There is immense pleasure,

And serene musical keys.

But then, suddenly,

Without any warning,

A struggle ensues.

So violent, so intense,

In sight, there seems no truce.

An internal strife,

To which there seems no end,

Leaaving scars around,

Which are hard to mend.

Its a clash of the titans,

The world around is burning.

With furious intensity,

The wheels of strife are turning.

There’s fear all around,

Of the volatility that sorrounds.

There’s so much violence,

That it simply astounds.

I wait here,

All by myself,

Watching and feeling this horrific drag.

With unfaltering faith,

I pray to God for a white flag.

The Revelation

There was once a time,

He thought he wasn’t alone.

He trusted some people,

More than he trusted himself.

Never did he ever,

Doubt their intentions.

To him, they were always,

The most perfect inhabitants,

Of this planet.

But then came the separation,

A break in link.

He missed them like hell,

He longed to meet them.

Little did he know,

That to them he was just history.

Finally, when the reunion did come,

He was the happiest person on Earth,

But This glee was shattered into a billion pieces,

When they did unmask to him,

Their true, ugly, indifferent faces.

Oh what a fall it was,

For his foolish affection!

Shattered he lay in his grief,

Unable to reconcile,

With this new situation.

He thinks he has learnt,

A lesson in egoism and in selfishness.

Now only time will show,

How less foolish he has become

An end to montony

Montony is something from which hardly anyone is spared. It can be the most boring, melancholic and stupid thing in your life. Now and then we try to bring about some change into our lives, just to referesh ourselves, thinking that it will be a new beginning but what we don’t realize is that if this change is left unchanged for long, it itself becomes the continuation of monotony in your life. What i’ve come to realize is that if you don’t want this cursed montony to step into your life, if you don’t want the word “bored” to come out of your mouth, you have to try something new, something refreshing, something innovative for it will benefit you as well as others around you as it will be a new and refereshing experience for them as well.

The Missing Link

Something is lacking,

Something deep inside.

This mere thought,

Injures my foolish pride.

Its apparent all around,

Its a key to satisfaction.

It can make me very happy,

So says my intuition.

I need it desperately,

To put an end,

To this melancholy.

It is distressing to me,

I cannot figure out why.

Without it,

Life seems to be so dry.

What is amiss?

Unanswered, the question reamins.

So many times, in hope of an answer,

I have racked my brains.

Put an end to my distress,

Oh Lord! to thou i pray.

From this melancholy,

Please lead me away.

MY FIRST POEM IN MONTHS

Questions

So many questions,

My mind shoots at me,

Answers, there are very rare.

Now and then,

Such a question transpires,

That plunges me into the blues.

A question might arise,

This might make laugh with ridicule.

A contemplative question

May force to think for hours,

A subconscious one might

Fabricate dreamy towers.

Some might shame me,

Some might confuse.

Some rhetorical,

Some, with no answer.

Why? Who? Where?

What? When? How?

Like a volley of shots in a war,

They keep coming up endlessly.

But in the end,

The verdict is simple,

Without these queries,

There can be no me.

Inspired by the character Lyra from “The Golden Compass”

here i am

finally, i’ve taken the plunge. no i don’t mean i am getting married. i mean i hv finally made my own blog. it feels good i tellu. it really does feel like its something of my own.

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