You are like a sun

you want to shine and rise

you are like a plant

you demand care and warmth

you are like a bucket of water which is never full

you are the tap which has failed to fill the bucket

you are like a sun

you burn fire when the bucket fails to fill

you sit on the throne of a deserted land

its you who holds your own hand

oh but why you burn still

is it because you became a smoke and dreamt to touch the sky

but you failed so you said "bye" to that pretty girl

and then at your own self you hurled those countless talks

you are as empty as i am

as lost as lost could be

but dont come to me for i am too blind to see

that whether the future brings down the sky for you to touch

or if your bucket will only be filled that much

They say time grows us apart
but when the sky is dark
I see the billion lives who left are shining hand in hand
then why they sing a lie
is it because we die?
and walls of paint which brushed our heart won't brush us up again
But my eyes they do deny
like them it'd never lie
it’s you they say that holds the brush so it’s you for which they cry
but fools they'll never try
to see the open sky
and see that you are here for now and here you are to be
that light may never fall
on eyes that are too small
so they loose and cry their tears dry when they aren't even losing a grain
it is a funny pain, you lose nothing but you gain
only if they could but lift their heads and see the shining blaze
only if they could be more an eye and less of a pretty phrase.

It's me, it's me ,it's me in the end.
Not my parents, not my friends.
For when the day, finally comes to an end.
It's me who'd be happy, it's me who'd be sad.
Then why should someone else decide?,
What's good for me and what is bad.
And why do I raise this bar so high?
Standing on the ground, do I really need to fly?
It's okay if I want to touch the sky.
But for that, do I need a 'why'?
A motivation, a bunch of lies.
That if i go through some struggle and pain
Eternal happiness is what I'll gain,
That sorrow won't exist, and joy will rain,
You call me stupid, but then you're insane.
For eyes wide open you haven't yet seen,
The fights and battles through which I've been
You may hurl me curses, the most obscene
But at least I'd die a human being.
Unilke y'all.
Frustrated Toms running their neverending chase,
Behind a Jerry who's always winning the race
And the more you try to boost your pace,
The more adieus you'd get from Grace.

So, Stop. Take a break. Give yourself some time
Observe your body, explore your mind.
And closing your eyes, breathe in real deep,
And find the nature of that you seek.
Is it a mindset that you want to gain.
Why then are your efforts meeting only the drain?
Or is something else at play
That keeps you grinding night and day.
Ponder on this if you may, but be quick!!
For all of us have a dying day,
And breathed have we more and lived have we too less.
That life's more than this tangled mess,
Of thoughts and emotions that you are in.
That reality is just a psychological film,
And may be all you need is a good director.
I'll stop here now, let your mind do the rest,
For it's best. That I leave you on unbiased ground.
'Cause, hopefully after a year round,
When you, with the answers of your questions found, realize
That life's a canvas not a battleground
That happiness isn't just shillings and pounds
And that the canvas is white and it's up to you,
To shade it in darkness or in a joyful hue.
        

                                                   - Bluefeather