The price of being good is to remain silent and suppress your existence. The moment you speak or think for yourself you become bad and selfish.

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This too shall pass

This too shall pass,
Yet another assurance to give,
But, still the same old chores.
A mundane soul wanders around,
Buried under mediocrity and overwhelm,
Breathing upon self condolences
That hardly last any long
A search for self peace, becomes
yet another matter of stress.
Never mind the extra burden,
A detour, a short break, little smiles,
Few moments of delight,
But, everything becomes null,
As arrives yet another dreadful night,
For tomorrow anxiously awaits,
The same old mundane routine.
This too shall pass, this too shall pass,
Good night.

Self Doubt

Through mediocrity and self doubts,
Vandalism of our own true self,
Through the judgemental eyes,
Self inflicted humiliation and defeat,
It is a story everyone lives from within;
Only few of them escape,
Rising above every self limiting,
Energy draining, negative thought,
No audience, no panel of judges,
Amidst a dead, pin drop silence,
Applauding their own piece of art.

Day 45 : Mom & Dad

February 14 Cupid’s arrow It’sValentine’sDay sowriteanodetosomeoneorsomething you love. Bonus points for poetry

Everything I want to say
I will never be able to,
For when I am in front of you two
Your love overpowers my feeble feelings
No matter what I may do,
No matter what I may say,
Your one loving gaze at me
Will weigh heavier if put on the scales
It is so strange the way you kill your joys
You shun your wishes and desires
All of it so that I could smile
What good did I do to deserve both of you?
Amid the billions of blessings I am surrounded with,
All praise Be to the merciful Lord,
You both are the most precious one,
How can I write something for you both
For I don’t think my shallow words are befitting your praise
On this silly Valentine’s day,
Where people ignore their roots (parents)
Running behind temporary relationships,
All I want to say is that I love you mom and dad….

Day 43 : One Fine Day

February 12 : All about you : Explain why you chose your blog’s title and what it means to you.

When sadness consumes you,
your eyes become blind to happiness around you,
in pain and suffering you live,
with each passing day, you die a little bit more,
each morning sun ray, makes your body decay a bit more,
for in a state of grief you are drowned,
burdened by the shadows of the past,
regretting the mistakes that bite your conscious,
sucking every last bit of life from your soul….

in a need to break free, in a need to free myself,
in search for an escape, spilling everything I have held back,
in an attempt to live again, feel my heartbeat again,
I have embarked upon this journey of my own
a never ending travel, for now it seems,
but I strongly believe that one fine day,
my outside will truly reflect my inside,
one fine day, my heart would laugh,
without faking a moment of joy,
one fine day, I will come out of this pain,
I will come out of this vicious fire of my Melancholy.

Day 42 : The Best Day of My Life

February 11 : Whoa! What’s the most surreal experience you’ve ever had?

Amid darkness I took shape
inside a slimy place
with a constant beating noise
the annoying echo of the fluid gushing around
so caught up and constrained,
nothing to see or feel,
in boredom and annoyance I began to kick
hither and thither everyplace I could reach
for days I kept on doing it
till I could finally take it no more

with all my might I began to push
lower and lower as much as I could
struggling through the narrow path
overcoming all the resistance it had
inch by inch I vigorously moved
till finally I could feel a chill on my head
for the first time I was away from all that sticky fluid
all that hard work finally was paying off
as I slowly broke free from the slimy cage
breathing the fresh air of freedom
with a wail of joy I began to cry
amid all the hardship and suffering 
I finally won my long fought war
from the darkness of my mothers womb
I finally stepped into this beautiful world
such a moment it was, such a victory it was,
such a day it was, the best day of my life…
the day was when I was born…

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Day 40 : Cycle of life

February 9 Childhood revisted Sure,you turned out pretty good,but is there anything you wish had been different about your childhood? If you have kids, is there anything you wish were different for them?

An innocent journey it is
When we first start to crawl
Those surprising moments
When we see things for the first time
That care and love of our parents
With a sense of security and solace
The world seems such a peaceful place

Slowly but surely our clothes become small
The things which made us excited look exciting no more
Same old rooms, same old sun and the moon,
Everything starts to look mundane and dull

Few years pass by and we begin falling in love
Those shy stares and secret gazes,
A heavily pumping heart and sweaty palms
With few sleepless nights, a heart break and a lot of tears,
We grow out through this phase too,

While we are still wondering about the future
We graduate and get placed in a high paying job
13 hours a day toiling hard and living a monotonous life
No joy, no adventure, just a boring job,
Whilst we notice the first grey hair,
We celebrate our first wedding anniversary, how did all of this happen so fast, we wonder?

Lost in thoughts we are snapped back to reality
With the loud wailing of our first child
As we see him grow we get reminded of those lovely days
When we found excitement seeing the sun slowly coloring the sky
What a beautiful phase of life that was,
Reminiscing all those pleasant memories we sigh,

Soon our child would grow just like we do,
As we’ll watch all thks from a corner
Resting all day in our rocking arm chair, Waiting for the day we’ll be wrapped in our shroud
Away from all the people we love
To a place where there would be no light to see anymore.