After a long years you’ll end up saying why me?
Of all people why me? Yet answers will just flee.
Pretending to be all right you let your tears fall
And let yourself get drowned in the stormy rainfall.

They will tend to push you off with a ****** words
You are trying to fight among those huge wave forms,
Do not just get tired of throwing breads unto them
But just do not let them hurt you just stand up firm.

When someone criticizes you do not feel mad
Just do not stop listening, dear never get tired,
When someone say bad things to you feel it at heart
Do not say a lot just show them you didn’t hurt.

When there are rumors and gossips about you spread
Dear, never to show your flaws instead cried out loud,
Do not simply let them wreck your life’s cursor
Look forward, someday they’ll bow and says your honor.


I know wind is still here and he will wipes your tears
I know that our lives is not about happiness,
The tighter you hold the rose the more pain you get
Believe in yourself and one day they will regret.

I heard about the sloop John B.
When I was fourteen.
I had learned to sail in a storm
And the story gave me daring,
Although I had lost control,
Tightening the sail
Instead of letting it out
In a sudden gale.
And just in time, a boat passed
With a man who shouted,
“Loosen the main sheet!”
As the boat heeled to starboard,
And I nearly capsized.
But discovered a fair wind
And the ease of a beam reach.
So my first time was the worst,
And best…
But adrenaline fueled desire,
To do this again and again!

You have to accept that some people are not made for deep conversations, or for holding you together when you’re about to fall apart, or for keeping you from unzipping your skin, or for talking you out of suicide, or to love you through the worst moments of your life.

Some people are made for shallow exchanges, and ridiculous banter, and nothing more. And that’s okay. That doesn’t make them horrible people because they simply aren’t able to handle a storm like you. It doesn’t make you a bad person because you won’t divulge all the gritty details of your horror show. It makes you smart.

You have to accept that there will be people that cannot give you what you need. It doesn’t mean they are not worth keeping in your life. You just have to figure out who these ones are before you’re disappointed. And you have to keep them at arm’s length. You cannot expect everyone in your life to understand, to be nonjudgmental, to get it.

But that’s okay, because not everyone was made to impart wisdom, or wax poetry, or speak on politics and the depravity of society, or discuss how crucial it is that the stigma of mental illness be abolished. There are times when you have to get away from all that heaviness. You have to. And you will need superficial conversation about Kim Kardashian’s ****, or a debate on the colour of The Dress. You will need those ones.

So don’t go round cutting people off and dropping your friends. You need people for all your seasons. You need people or you won’t survive this.


It is that time of the year when
the clock paused for a moment
as it resumed
I was falling apart

It is that time of the year when
demons ambushed my ailing heart
their loud voices in my head
tearing down my hopes and dreams apart

It is that time of the year when
daylight pierced my eyes
nights were friendly
at least I could close my eyes
close them to meet the demons again
this time not in the voices but the darkness of horrifying vision

It is that time of the year when
even books left my side
“Is it anyone out there who could shush them for some time?”
It must start with me
Maybe, I should get some tea
Maybe, I should eat french fries
Maybe, I should sit in the shade of a tree
Maybe, I should listen to my favorite music
Maybe then demons would listen to me?

It is that time of the year when
I confronted them head-on
fighting didn’t help
it made them stronger
so I sewed every broken piece
whispering to them:
It’s the greater things in life I am meant for
they listened to me
I think they believed

It is that time of the year when
I was wretched
and in the process of fixing
I touched my inherent self
as if I closed my burning eyes
when I opened it
the world was a different place

It is that time of the year
I am grateful for
I take pride in the scars it endowed
they remind me of all things full of life
I feel it in the smiles, I feel it in the tears
I feel it in love, I feel it in the pain
I feel it in music, I feel it in paint
I feel it in the poems, I feel it in everything humane

It is that time of the year when
Spring was introduced to my life

It is that time of the year, again
Spring, is here
I see it in colors, pink and yellow
I feel it in the breeze, as they talk with my hair
like the scars they whisper to me:
The greater things in life waiting for you

Spring, is here
Spring, is here
Spring, is right here
It is, that time of the year 💛

Life is not about what you expect,
It's about what you make out of that you get
Life is not about what you have,
It's all about what you can save

Life is not about regret,
It's about what you can set
Life is not about what you have to bear,
It's all about what you hold dear

Life is not about who you were,
It's about what you've become now and here
Life is not about where you started,
It's all about where you stood when it all ended

Oh , to experience,
all I can remember ,
Oh, to hold the subconscious knowledge of all
that has passed through my life , I forget.

To wonder , or to just be oblivious,
to wander . or to search for home

Learning how to Learn again
how to accept all as a blessing in amends
smile upon any day
regarding how it went